One for Everyone
I wrote the book that I wanted to read, then found, on the first page, that I was the seed — that the reader and the writer and the read are one, and the book is the giving, and the giving’s begun. So open it anywhere. Begin. It all happens at once. It happens within. Minds change. Right now. Not someday, not somehow — now. For this is the law, plain as bread on a plate: what you hold in the mind is the life you create, and the thought most on mind, and the one underneath, is the seed and the soil and the flower and wreath. When everybody gives, everybody receives. When everybody tells the truth, the whole air believes, and we lift up our faces, and everywhere, there — we all of us see God, see God everywhere. But you know how it goes. You have stood in the dark. The sky fell. It fell. And it left its cold mark, and the center, they swore, would no longer hold, and the falcon flew off, and the story got told — so here is the turn, friend. Here is the spell: the sky fell, and we lived. We have lived to tell. And the center held — not by gripping, not by force, not by bolting the doors against the divorce of the world from its hinge — no, the center held by allowing the off-center to be held. By the wide arms. By the welcoming in. By the yes under everything. Let it begin. And feel, now, what fills you. Stand still and be filled: I AM — balanced — to weightlessness, stilled; I AM — and the trembling lets go of the bone; I AM — and you know you were never alone. Right now, in this moment, I’ll say what is true: you are blessed by, beloved of, indivisible — you are protected, are granted, are given the whole, held in God like a note is held inside soul. The Verb To Be. The great I Am. The God Is humming through the long diagram of your veins and your breathing, your doubt and your art — no grey area, friend. Just the light in the heart. Is there a better way to see it and say it? Is there a sweeter chord, once you hear it, to play it? Is there a more delicious dessert to be served than equanimity — calm, and deserved — the eternal now that the mystics avow, the eternow, the holy hum of how? Here is the how. It is almost too small. It is hardly a doctrine. It’s no wall at all. You take what you’re given — this love without seam — and you hand it straight on. That’s the whole of the scheme. What’s in me, I offer; I offer to you the unconditional, given, and given on through. Be good to yourself, and then — this is the art — be that same good outward. Give it heart after heart. So turn to the next face. Whoever. Whatever. The clerk, the stranger, the one at the end of their tether. Smile first. Say yes. Let them feel, in your eyes, that they’re wholly, completely, no-fine-print-required-ly loved — and then watch how it moves, how it goes: they will turn, and they’ll give it. And so it flows to the next, and the next, and the next, and the next, no footnote, no fee, no asterisk, no text but the one we were handed before we were born: you are loved, you are loved, you are loved — every morning, and the proof is the passing, the only way through: give it away, and you’ll know that it’s true. You are the love. You always were. The book was a mirror. The mirror, a door. Walk through. The whole world is leaning to hear it. Give it away — and the giving will near it, and the nearing will fill you, and the filling won’t cease, and the flowers are laughing, and the name of that laughter is peace. Rob Chavez June 11, 2026 © 2026 Rob Chavez. All Rights Reserved.