It is he: the Observer
Without him, I would be unable to measure my true worth.
His omnipotence is the catalytic spark that births the creative force that I am.
He is the aethereal power whose presence coalesces my spirit into the physical being that is me.
It is I: the Observed
I am not a singular linear self-contained happening. I am like a mote of dust in a swirling desert sandstorm, a minuscule reflection of a multi-faceted field of existence and creative expression.
I am a microcosm that unwittingly mirrors the vastness of the universal whole as my own small reality.
As small as I am, I am an integral part of an intense, non-localised field of creativity that is here, there and everywhere, all of the time.
When my small seeing eye observes the patterns of this quantum sandstorm of which I am part, I localise into my ‘time and place’ frame. The dust settles and my life takes form, but I am still of the non-stuff of a creative universe.
That is when my Soul energy will birth my kind: be it a rebirth of my own being or a new birth of a child, or an act of loving kindness unconditionally given.
Allan Taylor, author Luanshya musings