So good. Did you ever open up your ears to the night sounds and tap into a joy so vast that only the fringe of it could be taken in? Try it, wherever you are. Perk up your ears as though you are listening to something very far away, something you almost can't hear.
Does source want to speak though me? Night sounds. Quiet sounds. Sounds echoed from the edge of joy in childhood, or was it a dream? Into something so indescribably joyful and alive that a brush with it is enough to fuel a lifetime.
Sink into it. Open to it. Perk your ears up in the quiet night and listen. Stay there. Listen. Listen to the furthest away noises, and then listen beyond them. What is there? Listen. Don't stop.
Suddenly a melting happens and the night becomes you. You are child of the Ancient. You are of it. Listen. Do not be afraid. Listen. The buzz of the night bugs becomes sacred. The trucks passing in the dark tremor you with love.
Perk up the flesh of your ears, listen. Listen to the the darkest distant where thrills of life call you home. Listen. To the overreaching call of God. A chasm opens thoughout your being and a joy terrible and wild sweeps by.
The deepest longing of your heart is met and compounded and added a thousandfold. It's true. The glimpses in dreams, the wafting remembrances of childhood are real, so real.
Listen. Do it again. Perk up your ears and invite them out out out.
Do you speak absolute? I am the boom beneath it all. Quieter than quiet.
Do you speak absolute?
Sweetheart, my heart, rest now.