I wonder how much more beauty our world can hold.
As I understand it, the amount is limitless.
All it takes is for each one of us to heal into our God-realized selves.
We can be immature adults, or we can breathe into our highest selves, being the whole, holy ones our planet’s been waiting for.
We can be the generations who say no more war.
We can be the generations who say no more hunger.
We are the ones we are waiting for.
It’s time for us to become the whole, holy beings we came here to be.
What are we waiting for?
Permission?
I grant it.
A how-to manual?
We have it inside.
Time?
What can we give up to allow ourselves stillness?
A blessing?
God comes to a quiet mind.
Space?
We have a quiet spot inside – our spark of Divinity.