God drew a circle on a map

This morning during my little online yoga class Elena Bower said a new age platitude in a new way and it struck me and I also thought it was corny simultaneously, which caused me to be interested in it and meditate on the meaning of it. "God has drawn a circle on a map and you are inside of it right now." I shared it with my coworkers and we appreciated it and made fun of it, so now it's real to me. Comments such as 'what did you just do inside your circle' and 'I see what you are doing in your circle there' as well as 'You have provoked me to anger inside my circle and so now we share a larger circle together and inside of this circle we are learning a lesson together but you still need to stay out of my circle' etc. so on and so forth. I know it's another way of saying 'you are exactly where you belong' which is kind of an obnoxious thing to carry around as a truth to me. Try saying that to a child that has been kidnapped and sold into prostitution, or someone who suffers from an advanced state of awakening and endures the throwing of rotten tomatos by the very ones they love but are not where they are yet... and may never be. But still, there is a kind of truth in it that is meant to be transcendent beyond the suffering and the duality of this realm. I am exactly where I belong. My soul chose to come here to do this thing. I forgot all those promises when I was born. God drew this circle on a map just for me to be inside of it and remember who I am and what I came here to experience. What am I doing with my circle? Whom do I allow and how are they permissed to enter this circle and why? How big is my circle? Is it just me inside it on my yoga mat trying to get over myself or are my family, my friends and my coworkers involved in a kind of holy sanctioned vinn diagram with me? Circles. I used to tell my clients and myself that time is like soap bubbles. Every instant in time is still existing inside a little bubble and shamanic journeying, which I rarely speak of anymore due to the world's incessant cheapening of the experienc, well shamanic journeying is just a way in and out of the edges of these bubbles to bring our chipped off pieces back home. These circles God drew for us to learn inside of. These infinites bubbles that spill out onto the cosmic kitchen floor because somebody silly put dishwashing liquid in the dishwashing machine and everything has been soiled and needs to purify. All the souls making messes and cleaning up. This circle of mine I wake up inside of and have filled with laughter and tears and farts and beautiful nothingness. All the vinn diagrams that have come together to serve larger circles and broken apart, each individual circle changed for better or worse off to make new vinn diagrams. God drew us these circles on a map to be inside of, to flex our spirits and work to look up and crane our necks hard enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of the hand and the pen writing the script, penning the edges of the space that make the shape of us. God drew a circle on a map just for me to be inside and I just want to burst it and I just want to have a bigger circle and I just want the map to be my circle God drew a circle on a map for me to wake up inside of and my eyes are opened and I see no maps, no circles, no lines, no Gods, no sleep to wake up from God drew a circle on a map and that circle is our beautiful crutch to lean on in our beautiful amnesia of flesh and bone, like and dislike God drew a circle on a map and the collective is a great vinn diagram and as one pulsing beaming circle we all exist inside of, watching the movies of our life we project onto it's edge. God is looking at us in our circles, each circle no more or less precious, God's love. It's been too long since I saw that.