Echoes of the future, echoes of the past, meet here, in the present. What better home could you have? What will you create next, along with the Universe? What game will you play? How will you love? How will you dance? What will you grow into, and what stories will you tell about it?
Wake up, and all things are possible. Love is endless. We are divine and free. In this moment, hold eternity and know its name: Love.
It is not a mystic’s dream or a poet’s wit to say that all can be found in this moment. What is this moment but the meeting ground of past and present? They greet one another like old friends, easy in each other’s company. In this moment lie all the secrets of the world–of all worlds. But know this: you are not the unraveller of secrets. You are the secret. This is why there can never be an end to mystery. You know in your heart that, as with all good secrets, the joy lies in the search, the adventure, the discovery. What lies at the end of your searching is, whatever else it might be, an ending. And for heroes, storytellers and dreamers, those are always better left unhurried.