Light Thinking Form

 To think is to create. I create with Light. 

for Nothing is which is not Light. I think idea. Light registering My idea in the two sexing lights making love My baby, into form is born thy image My thinking. 

Form hath now existence, sow have My imaginings. These exist not, for they are not Me. I alone existing, I, the ALL. 

I create my imaginal embodying inbreathing, My pulsing universe Me. My universe is My image yet My image is not Me.

 All things are My image, yet they are not thee, even though I am in them and they in Me perfectly made.

To think I create

is me to be

You seeing I shape Light,

for all that appears brilliant you know.

Idea stirs,

Light answers,

registering thought through mirroring currents,

in two form arrives

an image born of my imagining.

Forms now seem to exist to kiss,

as imaginings seem to stand, run jump up around and upon my land

yet they remain reflections,

signs along the way,

being thy source itself.

Creation breathes through me,

a pulsing heart beating universe of meaning,

images arising,

imaging returning

each complete, each held,

each pointing thinking, 

reaching forward lovingly building my great story.

for All things are image,

yet thy image is not the whole,

for the whole moves within all things,

loving all you dreaming, a gain. 

 learning its own shape through seeing.

light thinking forming,

I,  

perfectly made.