IMAGINE
Imagine...
Being the hands of God.
That every thing you touched
was filled with love and healing energy.
That every handshake,
every hug,
every door you opened and closed
was the hand of God.
That each time,
you reached out for someone,
for yourself-
Every single time,
you placed your hands on anything,
in any way that your hands,
were God’s hands.
Imagine...
The magnitude in servitude
you might encounter.
That everything you touched,
by the tips of your fingers
or full-on open handed
was instantly healed.
Take a moment now and rest
your hand on your heart.
Close your eyes and imagine...
Imagine...
Every step you took created
sacred ground.
How deliberate your steps would be.
How ever-present
and filled with confidence,
your roots would anchor naturally.
That everywhere you walked,
you would be the strong foundation
upon which everything else stood
and was built upon.
That you were in command
of yourself-
Taking in the energy,
the vibration of earth
and be the giver of abundant life
in the wholeness of being.
Imagine..
Your heart is the heart of God.
That every beat reminds you
of how miraculous and magnificent
you are-
That every breath you took,
was proof of your universal imprint
and birthright-
That everything you love
is a reflection,
of how much you are loved,
beyond time and space,
person, place, and thing.
Imagine...
How immense and whole
you would be in being.
That this world couldn’t possibly
contain you.
Imagine...
For yourself this gift in heart
that is yours,
now and forever,
for eternity
because you are eternal.
Imagine...
You are the Mind of God.
You are Infinite.
You are Creator.
You are Universal.
You are Pure Energy.
You are Above and Beyond.
You are Sacred.
You are Everything
and Everything is You.
You are Complete.
You are that which I Am.
I Am You.
You are Me.
We are one in the same.
Just Imagine...
- Tiny Poet, Imagine, 9.29.2020
Being the hands of God.
That every thing you touched
was filled with love and healing energy.
That every handshake,
every hug,
every door you opened and closed
was the hand of God.
That each time,
you reached out for someone,
for yourself-
Every single time,
you placed your hands on anything,
in any way that your hands,
were God’s hands.
Imagine...
The magnitude in servitude
you might encounter.
That everything you touched,
by the tips of your fingers
or full-on open handed
was instantly healed.
Take a moment now and rest
your hand on your heart.
Close your eyes and imagine...
Imagine...
Every step you took created
sacred ground.
How deliberate your steps would be.
How ever-present
and filled with confidence,
your roots would anchor naturally.
That everywhere you walked,
you would be the strong foundation
upon which everything else stood
and was built upon.
That you were in command
of yourself-
Taking in the energy,
the vibration of earth
and be the giver of abundant life
in the wholeness of being.
Imagine..
Your heart is the heart of God.
That every beat reminds you
of how miraculous and magnificent
you are-
That every breath you took,
was proof of your universal imprint
and birthright-
That everything you love
is a reflection,
of how much you are loved,
beyond time and space,
person, place, and thing.
Imagine...
How immense and whole
you would be in being.
That this world couldn’t possibly
contain you.
Imagine...
For yourself this gift in heart
that is yours,
now and forever,
for eternity
because you are eternal.
Imagine...
You are the Mind of God.
You are Infinite.
You are Creator.
You are Universal.
You are Pure Energy.
You are Above and Beyond.
You are Sacred.
You are Everything
and Everything is You.
You are Complete.
You are that which I Am.
I Am You.
You are Me.
We are one in the same.
Just Imagine...
- Tiny Poet, Imagine, 9.29.2020