If I Told You...

If I told you dreams were made of you and that life in all its awe and complexity, was the creation of a minuscule portion of your brain. That God was not "out there" but your own divine and real self. That those around you always express love for you even if it is through teaching about our self misconceptions, our miscarriages of character and our blind addictions to hate and pain. If I told you the child you bore and whose hand you hold is as much you as you are him. That the sun that burns, resides not in the heavens but that the heavens reside in you and that the sun, that brilliant fiery power sits blissfully drifting, tethered gently below your heart. That oceans surge and roar to the moon beat of your blood and bond. And that your thoughts are programs of both your experiences and your ancestors and even more importantly that you can rewrite them at will. So the next time you feel small or unworthy, useless or a waste of space, consider that you and I are Love and Life experiencing itself and coming to the understanding of what we are and are not. That we are vast and infinite and that without you or I this thing called life and the experience of love would not exist.