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A
Cup of Day
What
shall I do to-day?
What will to-day do with me?
What will I do to to-day?
What will we do to each other?
Hello, play-friend
day, here we are so wonderfully arranged, each on our own side of the
tennis net of life, neither of us concerned to win but only to be the
best companion in the game. We may touch upon surprise or we may enjoy
the re-happenings of old joys. The new and unknown thing still loves to
reveal itself among the best of the beauties stored in our treasure chest
of the known.
If I wish
I can choose to Be with the thrill of the cutting edge of this game, where
'the net' is. The thrill can be so deep that what we would call its excitement
is so much a part of its primary Being that it feels as though it is utter
peace at the same time. What a paradox.
I look at
IT, and then IT looks at me with 'that' smile.
Do you know 'that' smile in yourself ?
It seems to be able to smile on everything, whatever it is. How can it
do that unless everything, whatever it is, is something to be glad about
?
I will ask...
The reply comes...
'I only smile like this because I know that everything that is happening
is in place of nothing happening. You and I both want to play the game
of the happening of living experience - whatever happens - instead of
remaining in the Absolute Being state of no game, the state of Pre-Creation
and no happening.
Because
of your strong connection with a relatively coarse level of physical play
most of you fail to see My smile and so you forget what the atmosphere
and mood was that set it all up, and still broods over it all.
Ah well, play is play and one thing leads to another, but there are times
when I wish that your fever of dominant self-wilfulness would subside,
with all its contrary forms of unplayful activity, for these confuse you
and you don't realise that life is meant to be an opportunity for you
to live out your best joys with as much definition as possible. I want
you to smile on Me as I smile on you. I don't know how I can say it more
clearly than that.'
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