A Profound Silence

I hear a voice that does not speak. I hear it perfectly, and I understand its wordless message. I am not separate from it, only thought I was. But that thought, being of mind, had all the power of mind, though its effects were unreal. The voice I hear tells me I but dream, and my dream is very real to me. I believe in the dream more than in the voice. In the belief lies the power of mind.

I trust the voice that does not speak, as my belief in the dream lessens. It was the valley of death, and I walked through it for an instant and saw that I’d been home all along. It is not my Creator’s Will that I be anywhere but home. My Creator’s Will is my will. I will the end of dreams.

There is nowhere but home. The sky is never dark, nothing whithers to die. There are no opposites, no gradations. Here my joy is true, for I see all it means, all it is, and that forever.

A profound silence fills and defines and is, everything. The nightmares, their terror, all nothing. Shadows. It seemed so real, but all along that tiny moment of fear, the voice remained: “Look. I am with you always.” Dreams are dreams, but home is real.

I did not scar the walls of heaven, only dreamed it so. How does perfect love allow something unlike itself? Here at home the sky is never angry. Everything is everything. Infinite creation abides. I need not hide myself. I am one with my Self.

The shadows I made are mine. They cannot harm me. I thought they could, but I was mistaken in my fear. I will not fear, for You are with me. Here in the silence, in this perfect rest, this infinite peace…there are no shadows. Amen.