Worlds within worlds within worlds, all within the worlds of your heart.  One Love, One Heart.

Let's let together and feel alright!

All love,
Analisa

There is just enough snow to make shallow angels on the sparkly white cover.  Go ahead and make one anyway! 

You're in good company.  Glance around swiftly, watching for others as they land - thousands of them, flying everywhere, then making soft impressions on the snowy ground and there, another one right there on your heart.

Blessed dreams, angels!

All love,
Analisa

Dear One,

Have you examined a vessel?  Anyone will do; one you have cherished and know deeply will do very well! 

As container, it holds the space of emptiness.  Not alone container, not alone space. 

I ask only that you look.  There are several choices for seeing:

*You may see this inquiry as silliness and return to something more useful.

*You may see this inquiry as interesting, noting that you see vessel as one: disregarding the space within, seeing walls and openings, and calling it beautiful. Since you've chosen to dance here, I ask you: what do these walls contain? What do the openings open into?  Examine and explore.  What do you discover?

*You may see vessel as two: container and space within.  Is the space within different space from the space outside the container's walls?  Does the container hold the space?  Does the space hold the container?  Where does the space end and the container begin? Can you find this place?  Are they made of different substance?  What is this substance?  What do you discover?

It is ever-so-much fun to dance with you!

All love,
Analisa 

A prayer for your hearts, before sleeping, beloved ones:

May all good things of this life unfold for you, in a way that is kind to your present understanding.

May this food be swallowed with a sweet taste on the tongue, and digested in a soft and grateful belly.

Rest well, dear ones.

All love,
Analisa

It is not enough to say "you are not your suffering".  Not enough to say "there is no one there".   It is pointless to say "all is illusion", "life is impermanence", "there is no-one and nothing to fear".

Anyone can say these things and doubtless, will.  If you seek long enough, you will meet someone who will say these things to you.

When we meet a beloved laying in the road, injured, broken-limbed, and bleeding, do we look down and ask: "who is this one who has fallen and cannot stand, this one who is dying"?

There is no need to speak carelessly, in the name of LOVE.  
LOVE knows no awareness of encouraging illusion or delusion. LOVE has no concern for the language of keeping a broken one on track.  

LOVE brings bandages and balm, tending the brokenness with active hands of mercy for what is here now.  LOVE knows that all is always already blessed.

Bring it.  All awaits you here.

All love,
Analisa

There is a field of awareness that is simultaneously animator, animating, and animated.  None are object.  There is only subject.  One.

That subject is LOVE, and is the being of all.  Not an object, it cannot be known or knowable.  It can be only Knowing as its being, and is always so.

You are that.

All love,
Analisa

Have you heard your voice's lovesong yet, this morning?  Have you spoken or sung or shouted or cried or whispered out loud? 

The birds have been trilling for hours, having ever-so-much to say!  The leaves rustling and crunching in the woods have made note of many things, as well. 

Squirrels, children, kittens, mice and hounds have made their declarations of the day, hours ago - voicing their being, their knowing, their joyful participation in the grand play of beauty we call 'this place'.

What is your song today, dear one?  What do you recognize, remember, savor about this place, this time, this knowing?

I love to hear you sing song!

All love,
Analisa

We touch hearts together in one single, extraordinarily ordinary moment and all is changed forever. 

Step boldly off the cliff.  No, jump.  Give something you would not imagine giving if you were 'in your right mind', considering the outcome, the ramifications, the fear of what comes next. 

Don't stop, don't question the logic, don't think about it, JUMP!

All that awaits you is the blind face of LOVE, and you cannot know what this LOVE will reveal.  Now, tomorrow, a thousand million eons from now, LOVE will reveal the knowing of this very moment, in its full and radical intention and grace.

For heaven's sake, JUMP!

All love,
Analisa

Dear One,

I Invite you to know that you are not your suffering.  That is not you. 

You are the great freedom of the limitless vast. There is a great confusion that you are small and identifiable -and that one thing or many things or everything needs a make-over, a do-over, a big fix.

You are The One who knows only LOVE, and the secret ways it dances for your attention, desiring only to waltz with you, beloved, all the way home.

Come dance!

All love,
Analisa

Devoting this day to my dearest one, in celebration of his birth anniversary!  Treats of abundance flow.

Be well, and play nice today, beloved ones - it is a most magnificent day!

All love,
Analisa