In the night the beings of the future come to me. They come into my dreams as children.
They ask to be taken in my arms. They ask to be seen. They embrace me with deepest love.
They remind me of the golden web woven by love, made of invisible threads, reaching out into eternity. Woven between our hearts, these threads are running through our bodies – born and unborn. Running through galaxies, from star to star.
By the tender touch of their small hands – hands of the future – I sense the meaning of the moment, now.
Be awake to what is now.
This moment, now, and the awareness of it, is what flows through the woven texture of time and space, through the threads created by love and holding the world together.
Those who will come after us, they need us now. They need us to be awake, breathing with the light that circulates through the fabric of creation. The light that connects us within the oneness that has always been, from before the beginning of time.
And in the early morning, with the promise of the dawn, a particular sweetness is left in my heart, like dew drops from the night: The taste of the Beloved’s infinite love for creation.