Gentleness: A Writing of Words Given During Meditation

Gentle beings brought to Earth by Divine hands cannot force their work in this world. Their work is gentleness, and gentleness, like a spring flower, will bloom in its time.

Those whose work it is to become -- and bloom, and bring fragrance and delicate illumined petals of being -- will have teachers. Your teachers are tenders of your soil, and they are also the soil that you are planted in. So have no worries about the teaching. Pay attention to all that arises in your life as the teaching.

I am here and will always be. Your work, my child, is to listen. Listen to me, and listen to all that you have been given; listen to the richness of your life.

And then ask, where is there no Teacher? Where is there no pure love, shining through the darkness? I am your brother, speaking to you from a place that is not so different. But bright – beyond illusion.

Watch your doubt, bow to doubt as that part of you that seeks only the purest light. But do not indulge in doubt. Turn your doubt into seeking, and in that way you will not stay in the dark house of doubt for very long.

Pray for others, for in so doing, you do not hoard love but become a vessel for love. Remember who I am. I have always been I am. Look at the letters that I have written on your heart. Not words, my child, but a language. As it is written in heaven, so it is written on the heart.

This is why to listen is the work you must do. Form must return to formlessness, if only for a moment, so that it can transform. And formlessness must enter form, for that is the Way.

Dissolve in Me, so that I can give you rest. Let me crack you open, so that you can understand my Ways.