If I were to say to you, "we are one", would it be too uncomfortable? Would it be awkward because we have not met?

If I said to you, "our joys are the same", would it mean I presumed to know you prematurely? Would it mean that I mistakenly assumed I understood you?

If being on this side of the world, and looking outward, to your side of the world, I offered hope? If being on this path and being able to see the path you are on, I spoke love?

We are not ships passing. We are not enemies, but friends. We may speak different languages and eat different foods, but we are one.

Not that we are one because we are the same, but that we are one because we are from the same Source.

Varying expressions of love. Different frequencies of the sound of the same eternal voice. All colors generated by the beaming of Light through this prism of life.

And with this knowing, my heart longs for you to know, that what you are is a miracle. What you have yet to become is only distanced by your not being able to see your magnificence. That your beauty is found within and that your loving, of anything, is of God.

Each breath is a reminder that life is eternal. The last breath of others reminds us that eternal life, though it begins now, is not only found in this world.

The giving of things, the receiving of things, and the simple pleasure of knowing when it is best to do either, are what create the abundance this life has to offer.

We are one. Every last soul. Each with lessons to learn and also with lessons to teach. Be open to both.

Happy Wednesday.