Just as a river flows from a greater sea,
You as a soul are equally free.
Think of yourself in terms of flow.
You are not fixed in place with no place to go.
You are far greater than what you see with the eyes.
To grasp your magnificence you must fantasize.
And even then you fail to know
That you are not a “thing” but a pulsating glow.
Go beyond the story that you know as “yourself”
That limited version belongs on a shelf.
You are pure Light, the light of Awareness
That includes all sides, both wrongness and fairness.
Expand your horizons, stretch past the edges
Like a risk taking gambler whose bets he hedges
The jackpot is yours with no risk at all.
From the Sea of Awareness you cannot possibly fall …
You cannot drop … not from grace, nor from the sky
For the Awareness you are cannot possibly die.
This you know without ever seeing …
For this Truth arises from the depth of your Being.
You are so very loved.
That you are not a “thing” but a pulsating glow.…. 💜
What a beautiful poem. Exactly what I needed to hear today.
You are so so very loved ♥️
Yes, here we say the river runs TO the sea but of course Sanaya would
the river runs FROM the sea.
Share Sanaya’s perspective with your own to see what happens.
I love it! So cute!
Thank you, Suzanne and Sanaya! What a beautiful poem! It has made my day.
Wow!! Thank you so much! That was a very timely thought.
So beautiful. Thank-you
Here we say ” the river flows TO the sea.”
Sanaya says “the sea flows to the rivers”
Let’s look at it from Sanaya’s point of view; What do you see but the heavens full of light, of love, of peace – for whom but for each and for us all.
Suzanne,
I am puzzled by this beautiful poem. I have infinite faith in Sanaya. I have listened in person to you channel this spirit group in The Villages long before they asked you to call them Sanaya. At first they were Boris and I think it was Sally.
What puzzles me is rivers do not come from large seas, but from a variety of sources according to Wikipedia, such as mountain creeks, streams, lakes, and snow melt. I know from experience that the Potomac River’s North Branch rises from a spring in Fairfax Stone State Park in West Virginia. I remember jumping over this small spring and being amazed that this could be the source of the Potomac River. The Succquehanna River’s source in Pennsylvania is Lake Otsego in Cooperstown, New York.
Phyllis, you’ve forgotten the other half of water running downhill eventually reaching oceans.
It still is true, you’re right but – after that, the wind spirits lift it from the seas and oceans and again deposit it to be sown into soils, drain into aquifers, cast upon rocks, to tumble down to valleys and rivers once more to be purified. Way back when, God knew this would be necessary. Not only IS water life, but Water HAS life. It too craves to be refreshed. So God created this stunningly amazing system much like the purification system of soft gentle voices, that clears our ears of noises, so that we can hear, and clears our eyes to see what and who we truly are.