Can you hear the music of far-off spheres! We can say that all the world is music, for the sense of sound makes beautiful music. There is a fluency with music, a ripple of music like ripples in the ocean, the hand-sewing of a hem, the touch of a baby’s hand, cookies in the oven, the bite of one of those cookies later. What music life does make!
 
We can say that all five senses are one, that all is music. Or, We can say that all music is vibration, and that all the senses are vibration as well. Touch, sight, taste, smell are a vibration from a different angle, just as time and space are really each other, depending upon the angle you look at them from.
 
We can also say that all are One. We can also say there is no world, except in our perception. The world is a mighty world as it is known and lived in. We can say that the world is a miracle and you, too, of course are a miracle for being in the world and locating it, playing a role in it and living your life here. What is not a miracle when you think about it, from birth on Earth to leaving the Earth and making way for others.
 
The birth of a baby is a miracle. No matter how many times it happens, it is a miracle. That a baby grows, miracle. That speech exists, and a child learns it so quickly, learns to understand it and move his sound in varied ways to say his words, miracle. That silence and sound live on the same planet, miracle.
 
No less is the delight and miracle of trees and grass and sidewalk, too, to say nothing of the sun and the moon and the stars and blueberry pie. The whole menu of the world is fantastic. How could all this be here again and again? Partake fully in this tour of the world that originated in Heaven. Ice cream melts.
 
All is a miracle, and you are miracle living in an imaginary world and breathing air at this very moment. How uncanny life is. How active, incredible, stupendous, and it is for all. Might as well enjoy this remarkable land. Enjoy it to the hilt. Enjoy it to beat the band, beloveds. Wrest from the world every luscious berry and every tiny mustard seed. Enjoy this fantasy while you are at it.
 
And yet, Life on Earth, comes down to one thing and that is the love that inhales and exhales right along with the breath. We can call Love the Breath of Life, the Pulse of Life, the Point of Life, the Expression of Life, or even, We can call Love Life Itself.
 
Whereas all the senses meet in the One Sense of Sound, so does Love meet Love in the world. All love is One Love as well.
 
All the colors are the same, yet they have different shades and tones of ingredients. Yet all colors are One.
 
What is not One? Does this mean then that nothing truly exists except Oneness? Is everything reduced to One, or, rather, heightened to One? Is One greater than many? Certainly, Oneness is. Oneness is greater and simpler, and Oneness is true. Magnificence, miracle, beauty and so on are all wrapped up in Oneness. I bow down to the ground of Oneness of You which is as I AM to Myself.
 
I, Myself, God as I am known, I bow down to My Great Self or Un-self-ness as seen from another view. We are One Self wrapped in love, packaged as a bouquet of flowers, as free as long flowing hair or a swim in the lake. We ARE, We ARE, We ARE One, We ARE, We ARE, We ARE Oneness, and Oneness becomes not We but One in All the Universe and All of Heaven.