I see it in the middle of a deep conversation about old patterns bumping up against new intentions.  First there is this wide-eyed terror, perhaps of intimacy or change, and protective voices from infancy scream at me to back off.  If I can convince them I am on their side, reminding them of our decision to come to this beautiful planetary adventure, I see Her.  I see Him.  I see the Creator, I see the Eternal One in their eyes.

It is a cosmic memory of infinite fun.  That brief flash of internal knowing–gnosis–sets the compass once again.  The voices may jump in with excuses and deflection, even crowding out all serenity for the story of human limitation.  But I see it.  That flash that sends shivers through the universe and shifts the mountain ranges.

I forever play this game with You.  You hide behind loss and grief.  You sneak beneath work and family and daily excitement.  But You squeal with giggles when I get that glimpse of Your galactic magnificence.  Let us play again and again and again and again and again.