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Hi! Welcome to the Joy of Miracles.

To write is to uncover, to unhide, to bring to light, and express what is within. To share is the end of all private thoughts, all shame, all guilt, all pain and separation. Here is all Joy found at last! Writing helps us to repeat, focus, choose, and remember ideas. The purpose of this writing is healing for all of us.

This blog is inspired by "A Course in Miracles"and The Work of Byron Katie. You are invited to share your comments by clicking on the word "comment" at the end of each post. If you scroll way down there's a little info about me and also an archive of past writing you can view by clicking on the title. Thanks so much for visiting...

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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

high strung

i think
i need you

i think
i want your presence,
friendship,
company--
a mirror,
to prove
i exist

someone who hears me
so i have an effect

someone who sees me,
talks to me,
to prove
i exist

someone who feeds me,
gives me feedback,
a reflection.

without you,
i am not there

i don't see
what i am,
i don't see
that my thoughts
are important--have their imagined meaning

it's a game....
we're both in the mirror

watch the flow
in the mirror

the images
in constant motion,
gone
gone
gone

try to stop it
and oh!
enormous pain,
effort

stopping the river?
the earth...from turning?
the man...from smoking?
from taking one more....breath?

Why?
so you can hold on to this
one
still
frame...?

while you war on/exclude
the rest?

let it flow,
let it rush!
let it go!
let it/him/her
pass on!
move,
breathe!

see
it carries you

see the illusion,
the false possibility,
of holding on/grasping,
of stopping,
of control

you ride with,
swirl with,
all of it

tip your head back,
let your hair blow
in the wind,
feel the rhythm
as the swing flies forward
and back,
and yet you go nowhere

how interesting to view
the underside of the sofa,
the springs,
the empty spaces,
the hard beams,
under the soft
exterior

it's all there
inside all of us

the cushion isn't everything

love the hard places
too

rocks and water,
it's all okay,
it's all
me

the ancient rocks
give way,
invisibly
to us,
with the very gentle lapping
of soft clear water

softly
softly
softly
tiptoe
tenderly
upon the vast expanses,
the endless slabs of stone...

She loves you



relax

relax

melted butter

sit back,
enjoy the ride,
the scenery,

you are carried

trust

the driver
of the sleigh

the Jolly Ol' Soul
is merry

His Will
is giving

Santa does not ask
if you've been naughty
or nice--
He never
delivers coal...

that would be you--
unrelaxed,
uptight,
closed
to His Love

His Eyes
twinkle

because you are holy,
your sight must
be holy

o'er the housetops
he flew
(above all misery and pain)
this elevated perspective
sees the whole
and but enters the chimney
to bear gifts of joy and good will and peace

soot has no effect

to every household/mind
he arrives in the hearth
wearing red
bringing warmth
and cheer

there is no way
to keep him out

he comes while
you are sleeping

there is nothing
you can ever do
to keep Love
away from your
Identity

Thank you, Sainta,
that i am...

oh happy happy birth...


Tuesday, December 20, 2011

b-r-r-innn-n-n-n-g-g-g-g!

art helps us to be present,
to see again,
in a fresh way,
anew

a radical shift in perspective,
in the same way as meditation:

you're overlooking the beauty of your big toe!
have you thanked it lately
(or ever)
for all it does for you?

have you forgotten the magnificence of the vacuum cleaner?

remember your love of ........
when you were five?

what an exciting event to witness
the street sweeper,
or go through the car wash
and see the big brushes and suds
and water pouring down
from inside the car...

this was fantastic!

would you not re cover,
re dis cover,
that light!

that vision,
that re mains
just waiting
for your mind
to be quiet

it's all so juicy!

taste
what is
in front of you


amen!

whatever you think--
can't be

be cause
it's already gone gone gone

that was a second ago

it doesn't exist
gone
gone
gone

here now
gone

simply watch

marvel

it truly does
last but a moment
and not even that

don't go there
because you can't go there

it doesn't exist

to stay there
is death

bang!
hear the gunshot!
bring your attention
back to...
gone

what wonder!

and sadness is impossible

life just keeps
blooming,
bursting forth

every nanosecond

new
gone
new
gone
new

how exciting not to have a past,
not to know what anything is,
nor be lost in delusion
of future

mystery

thank you

celebrate!

the party's over
and a new one
one
one
one
flash!

Holiness,
no past,
no future,
no split mind

all here

amazing!
grace!

no guilt of past
no fear of future punishment
no lack now

thank you

gratitude

this is it!

what miracles you are!

this must be the most beautiful thing you have ever seen
because
it is the only thing there is

God is

no past
no future=
no bad,
no good,
just what is

no choice

thank you
amen.



Sunday, December 18, 2011

open

open

hands off

defenseless

vulnerable

completely uncovered

exposed
to light

yes, it's true,
i did that

yes, it's true,
you caught me
with my pants down

oh friend of the friendless,
there is nothing i would keep
from you

no effort would i make
to obstruct
your loving gaze
from the truth of me

open every door,
every dark corner of shame,
of unacceptable

let's bring it to the dinner table

give it up
on a silver platter

here, oh God,
is what i have withheld
from you

here are my tears,
my tearing of hair,
and clothes,
and heart

what i thought was torn from me
was but my refusal to experience it
fully,
to be it,
and
notice
i did not die

no,
behold!
in its place
a candle burns
day and night,
night and day,

Light
shines
where the door
is open


Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Glory

how could you be afraid
while glory blazes
all around you?

each face,
a door
of glory
extending to you

awake!
awake!
open your heart
open your eyes
open your desire to see
to receive
to accept
God's glory
in everything you see
taste
touch
hear

that's what it's for:

it's all a messenger
from You to you:
God is
God is
God is...

the Song

all through the night,
dawn,
noon...

Only Song
(not time)

only thanksgiving,
gratitude,

swept off my feet
for You
carrying but Your Message
in my
eyes
my touch
my every thought
but shines
with gratitude

Divine
Grace

Christmas!
now

Brilliance!
now



only God rings true

The Name of God is my inheritance.

Only God
rings true

recallibrates

matching Heart
and mind

back
to being

acting
out
of being

not a runaway horse
nor a panicked mouse

nor inmate at a concentration camp
screaming in horror of death


God


clears


the mind,
the fantasies,
that hang
like low clouds
in the mountains
touching the ground,
veiling
what is easily passed through

i know not
where i go
where i am

nor place my mind
in the next moment,
a fantasy
of time/future,
escaping
from Heaven
now


God


hear it


now

ringing
forever

clearing

harmony

all
rings
with It

being It

ALL

Only God
rings true


Monday, December 5, 2011

without a past

it's not about doing
more
or less

it's about being

what are you?

without a past
time is given you
to be God
free
fearless

I am
the Light of the world

God is
here
right now

without a past
no scraps
no evidence
no old news clippings,
birth certificates
or death
certificates,
no guilty secrets
no unrequited love
no scars
no bruises
not one second before this,
not one second after

see it
now

don't miss it

it's over
in an instant

can you give
to yourself
just an instant of full attention
to see
what is given you,
what is in front of you
now?

that's life

whatever you are missing
or lacking
is because you are refusing
to see/
running away/
abandoning
what's right in front of you

it's always there
for you
any time
you want to
return

love it
or
leave it

but you remain
in the hands
of love

Monday, November 28, 2011

what is your will?

Father,
What is your Will?

expand expand expand

keep always
the BIG picture
in mind/in awareness

seek not the narrow vision
which excludes/
focuses attention
without regard for the rest
of reality,
its relationship
to the WHOLE

one tiny speck
you regard
as the whole
of existence

it is not so

open wide
let any small thought
any thought of specialness which would
make one part of God
more precious
than another

fall
away

as easily
as it entered
your mind

with silliness :-)
--laughter...
will the belief in pain be gone

is the left ear of a cat
more precious than the right?

that is what you believe
when you make one person,
one anything,
more precious
than a rock!

God is One.

Period.

One Will

of
Joy

in everything
every moment
every sight

My Heart
is
the Origin

of
All
i see


Friday, November 25, 2011

thank you for absence

i didn't need ____ to be there
or here
now

my mind is lying to me
it's not telling the truth

without the lie
divine space

sunlight
treesfamilyfriends

time to be with me
a gift of love
meeting me

abandonment
desertion
rejection
only love

how else will you stop lying to yourself
that you
aren't enough

love pries my fingers off that beloved idol
my dear cherished pacifier
breaks away
and frees me
to finally bear witness
to my magnificence

divine space
at last
no one else around

you dawn on you

without crutches
it walks

God
walks it

thank you, God
that everyone fails me
that nothing works
that no one else is responsible

only i
can
wake up



Friday, November 4, 2011

no name

without a name,
is not the wind
my breath,
the oxygen in my blood,
my bones,
this space?

is not the rain, the snow
the water that flows through my veins
and pours out my eyes
and out of my skin?

i pour the rain
into my mouth,
swallow it
and like the river
it flows through me
and back out
returning
returning
returning

the plants too
flow through me
as me

what a laugh
what a silly delusion,
the mind's thought
of separation

my eyes see only
that which is identical

one shared identity

One

look out

only one

look in
deeply
forever

look into your brother's eyes
fear not to feel
all of it

one life

look in
look in
to your
infinite heart
expanding
expanding
expanding
forever

no name


Tuesday, September 27, 2011

coughs

computer
paper
paint
brushes
houses
tables
chairs
phones

even coughs
give us thoughts
in service of love

discomfort
attends to us

we cough up
ideas
for looking at

a visit
a belief
a family of beliefs

wherever there is fear, it is because
you haven't made up your mind... (acim p30)

Good Morning, here are my divisive thoughts...

see
how they feel
remember
what you truly love

i thank these thoughts
for clarity

for rededication
of this
moment

purpose

everywhere



at your service

God is in everything I see,
because God is in my mind (acim)

count your blessings

focus
on the abundance

given

windows,
for goodness sakes,

light shining inward

grace

trees growing toward you
grass everywhere
under your feet

smoothly
paved roads

what kindness!
what shared purpose,
a governing purpose
that removes all obstacles
before
you have any idea
you will even be going there

what infinite love is this...

before you call...

I am
everywhere

just waiting
for
you

at your
service



so simple

light
is so
simple

see
what is (not what is not)

imagine nothing else
this is it

re-joice
nothing to figure out
no one else to be
nothing more important
than this moment
right now
here
this
always this,
not that

no other

gracious
me

give thanks

i am
light

light is the space
between thoughts--
not the thoughts themselves/things

light is openness
where thought
can move around
bend
stretch
look around corners
merge
dissolve
grow
transform

thoughts
can just be
what they are
without any added importance
meaning or cover

even disguises
are not hidden
when there is room
to be what you are

room for
tenderheartedness


how good it feels
to finally have
the most tender love
remove
your mask

and see itself





Monday, September 19, 2011

mama lives

mama lives
inside of you

the childish perspective
that your thoughts are true

is just a "stage"
you'll grow out of

inevitably

no choice

you'll see
your mama/source/provider
is so much more
clear
intelligent
sane
than you ever could have imagined

rest

assured

it is so

babies always grow

no exceptions

not even you

can outsmart
God/Love/Truth

:-)

Saturday, September 3, 2011

no other

Oneness
returns all strangers
to their Home

their Nature
now clear to them

touching the darkest region
of my mind

i am consoled

tenderness given
at last
for the most afraid
hidden
fugitive

no longer alone
we walk together
out of the darkness

she is enlightened by contact

leave no stray thoughts
unattended
turning into wild dogs
to chase you
in the night

the pups are in your care
it is your privelege
to hold them,
listen to them,
to give thanks--
and they, too,
will return your love

it is our Nature

there is
no other


Wednesday, August 31, 2011

fantagraphy

are you afraid of a photo?
or
is it a photo
you love?

do you believe/mistake
a photo for reality?

do you see this is what is causing
all your suffering?

we imagine something
could be different than it is...
a fantasy

a picture on a piece of paper
in your mind

oh woe
the fantasy is just that

it doesn't exist
the imaginary is not real

no one knows about your fantasy
the way things should be
the words you image they speak

Reality is given you now
undestructable

no fantasy will ever be reality

Love what is
and you are sane
and safe
and so grateful

Happiness is not a fantasy

It is here
now



Tuesday, August 23, 2011

the best things in life

ego says: do something!
you should do more
do anything
just do something
you need to earn your keep
you need to do something to deserve to be here

Holy Spirit sings clear as a bell
the best things in life are free!

yeah! yeah!
that is really true

and
money DOES grow on trees
apples
pears
peaches
cashews
oranges
lemons
grapefruit
cherries
wood...
how easily are the silly stories we have believed and suffered for
seen as simply ridiculous

whoever taught us was clearly confused (another name for guilt)

all wealth is freely flowing within us
all the time

free:
laughter
seeing
gratitude

the ability to question every belief
every thought we have ever had

stillness
meditation
contemplation
revelation
miracles
guidance
truth
wisdom
the POWER of our mind
imagination
humility
attitude

love
joy
radiance
humor
beauty

listening
is so free
and endlessly valuable

all healing is free

whatever you think costs you anything
whatever you think you have to pay for

is the voice of loss and sacrifice speaking
it is not true

Joy grows
inside of you

we don't have to earn anything:
taste
touch
sight
feelings
free communication

sanity is free
clarity
what when where who is given

so grateful

all happiness is
accepting
what is freely already ours

the best things in life
are free

life


Monday, August 15, 2011

where would you start?

where would you start...
your day?

look around your life/room

ask....

would i step into...

the midst of loveliness
as far as i can see

or

would i
be planted on the leaf of envy,
comparison,
not good enough...

a bug's eye view

looking up
and feeling small

looking down
and feeling tall (er)

looking down
on all "those" littler bugs

on my high horse
in this little bug's mind

always struggling
how can i make this tiny existence
be grand and great

how can i magnify/distort
my "self"
to make it
a castle...
worth something?

oh, the insanity...

where
would you start
this moment?

Heaven, above the crisis
or
hell, below
the view
of Eternity/Infinity?

Infinity
or
bug?

what would you call Home?

infinite mind
or
your house
made of dirt?

Loveliness wants you...now!
the Most Beautiful Song is loving you
now

feel
feel
feel
the loveliness...



loveliness

Loveliness
created me
lovely

loveliness
is my Father (of me)
is Mother (of me...)
sister
brother
child
cousin
aunt
uncle
employer
student
teacher
the grocery clerk
shipper
officer
politician
the bird on this
soil

loveliness

the notes
of this Song

the Heart

Loveliness sings
be cause
that's what she is

she is
the Song
the Origin
the beginning
the middle
and the end

of all that is

we hum
be cause
we are
Happiness Itself

not bodies

Happiness motors us
grows us
awakens us

Happiness
the One Power

Life

so happy
so grateful

for this Big
Happy
Perspective

the Center
extending outward
forever

Self
educating
giving
communicating
connecting always

Communion with all that is,
Joy

how lovely


Thursday, August 11, 2011

gratitude

gratitude
longs to give itself to you

gratitude
flows
over all wounds

and gives thanks
for any thought of lack
of attack
of pain

that it is seen at last
unveiled
re owned
not tacked on to someone else's wall

gratitude
sees the benefit
of truth

of uncovering
the mistake

grateful for the pain
that alerted us
to the upside down view
the nonsensical message

that said Love is sacrifice/loss/murder
and fear
is safety

at last
we have nothing but
gratitude
to see our insanity
and see
that it has had no effect
on Love
God
Reality
Stillness

we remain forever grateful
as we were created...
prior to our first belief/lie

gratitude flows
over all wounds

soothes the broken skin
relieves the fight
gives wholeness back
to "the enemy"

"the lion
shall lie down
with the lamb"

gratitude


Monday, July 18, 2011

ferns grow in the shade

i want to stop justifying my existence

who would i be without judgement?

free
wings spread
lifted
carried
by inspiration
breath

fed
from within
mirrar...miraculous...to see
to feel
weightless

a flower blooming on the sofa
right on time
not earlier than others
nor later than anyone else
no comparison at all

allowing the waves
to carry me

to rest
crest and fall
like each breath
allowing the rhythm to be
relaxed into what is

night and day
up and down
fast and slow
empty into full
active until resting
so the wheel
at the top
now under
it is
all perfect
all the same

the snail
the racehorse
the pace isn't made by me

the sun's light never dies
even darkness is just a shadow....a sign
of light

there are no shadows in absolute darkness

without judgment
i enjoy the shade
it's cool green moisture
the ferns and the moss grow here

it's kind
when i don't run away...


Saturday, July 2, 2011

no choice

no choice

the grass is growing

no choice

how fast or slow

no choice

it swoops and bends and swirls
and waves and drops its seeds

no choice
it ripens
and gets eaten by the birds

i can not see
where every strand of grass ends up
and ends its life

i cannot see the nutrients dismantle
and feed the next young tyke

no choice
i can not see
where
my son has gone,
his body laid down too

the leaf leaves the tree at a moment in time
when?
when?

no choice
by me

orchestrated by something
so much larger than myself

i can not see
where he has gone
i really can not see

an actual cause for tears,
evidence,
i can not find

for what i can not see
is where i
am blind

a mystery
is but waiting
beyond the bend
in my mind

my son has gone walking
walking
walking

beyond
the corners
of my mind

no choice
the tune is playing
in the sunlight
throughout time

who thinks he holds the reins
to his life upon this earth
is misguided,
not the Guide,
that predates
and transcends
his little birth.

no choice

the beauty
of the raindrops
that fall
and fall
and fall

why why why
is there any difference
between my son
and
all?

would you stop the earth from turning?
the seasons to reverse?
would you stay a man from dying
and lay on him
your
curse...
(your
fear
of
death...)?

what on this planet
is
eternal
and will stay?

blessings to every single thing
as it passes
away

every moment
every moment
every
m o m e n t . . .

thank you



Friday, July 1, 2011

dream world

Joy
is an image
i have made

a fantasy

in some far off place
where she does not exist

a false image
an identity
and this one

doesn't match up to the one
i have also made up
sitting on the couch

dream world

comparing images
and suffering
because
oh woe
they do not match up

something is wrong...

and all the while
i
am
a waking flower
sleepy child yet,
but on the path,

and waking
as she does

not according to some ego plan/script/identity:
enlightened being
spiritual minister
clockwork
robot
without fault

no,
this girl
still wears skin
and bones
and vomits even

she eats
and pees
and laughs
and cries
and hangs on
and clings

and sometimes
something opens wide her eyes

her mind
sees expansive horizons

beyond the bend
out of sight
of the ego's claws

sometimes
she rests

flight arrives
soars
on reality
on the unity
of Truth

but let her now see
she has fallen
into the trap
once again
of fantasizing
she were an image
different than she is

oh, to strangle
what she is now

to block the flow
of love to her
in anyway

is the very nail
the very mistake
that holds her
to
this skin



Monday, June 6, 2011

dripping...rising...wafting....

who would i be
without the thought
" i need..."

i'd see i'm a radiant giant blossom
peony
dripping
sweet

i love the sweet fragrant words
that bloom
in my mind

the space
where spirit
speaks
sings
her delight
her images
her garden

oh oh oh
something just clicked
i finally got it

the garden of eden
is
in my mind

and all minds

the One Mind

oh yes
the sweetness

fed from within
this fountain
this voluptuos juicy peach
quenches
my ancient hunger and thirst

nature
finally
uncovered
behind the vines
dense and entwined
weavings of stories

Eve once hidden
now has wings

she rises so naturally
when the weight/the lid
is lifted
from the pot

the steam
the aroma
can be kept from nowhere

the rich
truth,
the stew,
Love,
we're all made of

thank you wafts everywhere


Saturday, June 4, 2011

i feel the earth move...

see
how you
don't do the smile

it
does you

it
moves your face
literally

your hands
your feet
to dance

your voice
to sing

your eyes
to light up!

the whole world /your whole world
is moved!/shifted!
by your Joy/Smile

for i
have come before the world

the thought precedes the expression on the face,
precedes the expression
on the face
of the world

and she, the world,
sees you
and rejoices

she mirrors in complete honesty
lights up
remains silent and still
or
chatters innocently
blah blah blah in confusion

birds chirping
music to my ears
big ol' rabbit ears
oh all the sounds
full range
full octave and beyond
no mistep
no missed steps

grinding gears
grunts
groans

rage
is still
but a whisper
that says
love me, momma

i believe
i believe
i believe this story

rage is still
but a whisper
that says
momma, love me

the pitch of a string
scraped at this point
must sound like
these words

this exact expression
the exact redness
of the skin
as blood is moved
faster
by the heart
whose rhythm
has been speeded
by this
thought


Joy
moves
me


Love
doth
guide



Thursday, May 26, 2011

rest

rest

in your nest

upon your eggs

incubating
growing
living
now unseen
but there

life

happening out of sight
of our eyes

rest

share your warmth
with you

keep your Home
cozy
for you

new birth

creation
now

listen

songs
of Love
playing through you,
radio
radiance
radiator
from Home

listen
to you

it is your voice you need to hear

the radio plays
through
you

you are the receiver

listen
listen
listen

GodRealityLove
is speaking
in your quiet

in your quitting
in your sitting
in your surrender:

you are
enthusiasm

the waves roar
all the world assures you
cheers you
encourages you
supports
you

imagine
a million smiles
two eyes sparkling back at you
in the mirror

imagine
gratitude

imagine
a wave
you cannot stop
gushing over you
carrying you
along

the tide coming and going
it seems
yet always carried on
by the whole ocean

when you float in one spot
it is the whole ocean
that is under you

every fish
every bottom place
no holes in the floor
no gaps in the sea

every atom is there
for you

the power to smoothe rock,
to dissolve ships,
carries you

the way of it

the kitty just arrived
a gentle paw on my sleeve

everyone wants to be your friend

yes
of course of course!

i want to be
my friend

herein
is the end
of war

Cozy
Home

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

cush.....

meet demons

cshhhhhh....

with
g e n t l e n e s s . . .

let
them fall


land


gently


on a soft place


a soft spot
in our heart

demons
barbs
arrows
claws

aiming
to
snag
catch
pierce
adhere
take over
run wild

are nothing
when met
with
gentleness
elasticity

cushion
allows
the crash
the barging

the lash
doesn't hurt
when you give
a little

give way
for a tantrum

listen

and the beast soon tires
and sleeps

soothing
gentleness
fears nothing

holds no wall
allows all "enemies"
to speak

a friend
to all

gentleness




Sunday, May 22, 2011

say what?

Tree,
tell me something.

there are so many view points....

points

of
viewing

from each leaf
from each part of each leaf
from the top of the leaf
from the bottom
newborn
and falling off

the view is true for it (from there)
no one can possibly contest it

no one else has ever actually been in that place at that time

so
listen
closely

without your viewpoint
without looking
for discrepancy

simply let
him
tell you
his way
in his way

now
you have loved him

that's all it takes (and no less...)

total acceptance
of his truth
in this moment

it doesn't mean you're wrong
it doesn't mean anything

you're only wrong
when you make him wrong

he sees it
how he sees it

and you
see it
how you see it

it's what is

agreed on that
we are one

no one needs to think like i do

not even me!!!!

herein
lies
the peace
of
God

Monday, May 16, 2011

so you think you think....

"It is because the thoughts you think you think
appear as images
that you do not recognize them
as nothing.
You think you think them,
and so you think
you see them." ( lesson 15 acim)

you think you
actually think that...

what if...
you
are being thought?

what if...
thoughts simply float in...

without any effort of yours?

what if....
you are just a watcher?

and you got confused
and started believing
that you are actually God!
and created yourself!
and all these thoughts!...

that you
are the Origin--
originator of ideas!

what if
they are not ever
yours

what if
there is One Mind
and you are just watching it...?

not believing it
nor thinking it

what if
you are not
the thinker,
but a thought...

not cause
but effect...
and everything else
is a thought of God
just like me

not mine,
nor my thought

what if it all came from the same place,
Love?

what if it
came with me,
for me

trees
chairs
cats
sky
sun
friends

husbands came with me

jobs came with me

daughters and sons
father and mother
came with me

bicycles
apples

nothing
having more importance
than anything else

what if?

i'm/we're floating through the Mind of God...

nothing to do

but rest


the Universe
is
complete

completely
Love

without
any
thought
from
"me"

amen.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

life of inquiry

you
are the life
of inquiry

is is true?

through and through
to your core

deep in your heart
is it true?

be honest
that is all

no pandering to the ego
whims
ancient repetitions

but sincerely,
is this the authentic you
really speaking?

is there really truly
anything wrong with you?

can you really be different in some way
than the rest of the human race?

what planet do you think your parents came from
that you lack
something everyone else has
or
perhaps
that you have an extra insight
no one else can avail?

is that worry about the future
or regret about the past
really true?

is it proveable?

the fact that you are here
is a miracle

where did that power to exist
come from?

who/what caused you?

who/what causes Love

what's the source?

the ant doesn't know

simply let it be
open

re-vealed

not what "i" think

so so so much bigger
than the ant

is it really true
you're just an ant?

ant thinking
shows us
an ant world...
busy
busy
busy...

be still

rest

is it true?


Tuesday, May 3, 2011

obama,savior of the world

child's play

do we really think
Obama was the problem...ever?

that anyone
outside of us...
is the problem?

do we really think we solved something--
gained deep inner peace
safety
security
by killing a body?

oh dear cave baby mind...

do we really think
we won't wake up tonight
at 3 am in a sweat
of despair
and self doubt?

it's just plain silly...
a party?@!#

the log in my eye remains
holy
holy
holy
log in my eye
let it remain undisturbed
"me" unexamined

safety: i don't have to look
at my own crap fear denial projection

lay it all on Obama
Slay him!

and i am free of all my mistaken thinking
garbage
past
without doing any work at all

cherish delusion

i own no "evil" thoughts

i
have never hated
feared
been jealous
worried
lied
cheated
betrayed
attacked an innocent sleeping kitten--a child

find the insanity in you

the problem is not Obama!
never was
never will be

proliferate no more war in your own mind
reinforcing the dream
of "outside me"

LOOK in the mirror now
this is for you
where
are you
Obama
in your life?

how do you treat yourself
others
God?

attack does not work

only honesty
only truth
will ever
set us free
to love
and live
in total safety

in defenselessness (hide nothing)
my safety lies

amen
thank you Obama for showing me
what i have hidden from my Self
that it be seen
for what it is

denial of the Love
the only One
that ever is

and thank you partiers
for showing me how i, too,
still believe happiness and joy
can be found
in lies and hiding and sleep

and only innocence
remains

Monday, May 2, 2011

minus gravity

i watch my mind
look
at an idea

i see
it is attracted to it
i see
it rush toward it
embrace it
and not let it go

now the pictures
of the future with this idea
start coming

i don't do it
i can't stop it

they come
from the idea
i am clinging to

in this new world now
i feel the tenseness
the separation from every possibility
that exists outside
the world of this
idea

free fall

i see the pain
the stickiness

what would it be like
to let go
of this idea
and free fall?

no fists clenched tight
no holding on at all
no straps

no thing
no weight
at all

not even gravity

hmmm....
is this the experience
of levity?

so light
that i don't fall even the tiniest microscopic bit
but rise

minus gravity
i float

oh what a surprise!
who knew?

no wonder i held on for dear life (of my ego thought system....)

now i find
something so different
so unexpected

without a body,
without the identity of physics

what is?

Saturday, April 30, 2011

clouds

in the thunderstorm
my mind clouded
gray
dismal
can't see beyond my face
can't see at all
have to imagine
the stars beyond
the sun
the light
after the rain

but right now
i hold the cloud to me
magnetic thoughts cling
and gather to build up
bigger and bigger charge
until finally
it must explode

lightning bolts
from my thoughts
to the ground

touches base
with the earth

the old wooden tree is charred
splits into two or three or four

but whatever it is
its not the same as it was before

the clouds may return
again
and again
and again

but that tree is no longer
what it was

she fell in some way
the electricity
traveled a path
and made way
for itself

change
space
death
exposure of
inner linings
for the first time ever
light hits the inner most core

the tree will never close over
this break
this opening

when sun hits
the wood

the fire burns
away
what seems solid

clouds
seem solid too

but they are not


Friday, April 29, 2011

the Will of God

i am
the Will of God

the Will
of Goodness

i will to do
what makes my heart sing

thou shall be
what you are
forever more

it can be no other way

it is impossible your heart
can truly sing
at another's loss

it is impossible
you could ever truly
believe it could

this timeless truth
is written in your heart

it is here
your joy remains

here
all answers live

they have never left you
for a moment

your Heart
is God's Will

let not your mind
convince
tempt
distract
you

it is not true

your heart is true

it's that simple

does your heart sing
with this idea?
then it reflects God's Will

does your heart ache
with this idea?
then your mind
has led you astray

park yourself
listen
feel
what is true

it's not a mind game

You
are your joy;
You
are your doctor

nothing to do
nothing to figure out

just remember
just allow

let arguments
with your Joy/Truth
be watched
with wholly loving eyes,

the knowing Mona Lisa smile,
and
shine on....

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

getting it right

who/what
would i be
if "i" got it "right"?

lost
in the dream
the prison
of "rightness"

from this tall tower
i'm afraid to fall

one mistep
and i'm off the roof

freefalling
what if
i relax
look around
and
have the ride of my life

who knows what will happen next?

the unknown can't be scary
only the imagined is

how do i know
what getting it right is?

i want to be alive
have fun
not careful
guarded
only one possible right footstep

that's not alive
its dead

a rerun
a past
filling in the blank on a worksheet
someone else made up!

100% correct!
they say

you win the prize:
my approval

but who are they?

do i really want their approval?

the worksheet writers
the prescribers
the "knowers" of what's good for me--
to be like them

yes, what would i have
what would i be
if "i" got it "right"?

thank you for this key
to the door

open sky
currents lift
and sail
swirl
change
move

life is
what it it
as maximal as it will ever be

right now

how light to drop
the chains of "getting it right"

Monday, April 25, 2011

kaleidoscope

the world is flat and square
said the table

oh no
the world is round
and so bouncy
said the ball

the world is windy and open
said the hawk from high in the sky

laughing
the fish
smiled at the silliness...
the world is weightless
glistens and glides

the sun looked down
and saw it all
the world is very very hot
it glowed

the icebergs
cracked and cackled
and broke into millions of pieces
melting and floating
and disappearing into the ocean

the world is flowing
they said

all things
flowing
into each other

i hold the fish
the hawk lifts it up
rising high
into the sunlight
that melts me...

the table,
the wooden boat
but risen from the ground
as a tree
then cut
and formed by hands
of a man
that also
dribbles and catches and throws around
bouncing balls
that roll
and soar
and fall
and float

and everywhere
it's all true

and though it all looks
sounds
and seems to taste
very different

Life
is
but
One

communion: Tell me everything


what do i want?

communion (communication)
or
to be right
to educate the ignorant
to bring knowledge
to one who doesn't have it
to convert?

i am speaking
of my love
my religion
my language
that has fed me
so sweetly
so richly...
like melted butter
and maple syrup
soaking into pancakes

it has brought me so much delight
and fresh insight to
give me new life

oh dear dear one i love
i speak of it to you
on and on and on

of my passion...
my beloved concepts
my sweet definitions...

and i notice
at first
your eyes are sad
then closed
then
a tear rolls down your cheek
and
hands cover your face

finally your whole body
turns in the other direction

i keep speaking
spilling this syrup i love

she must need more
she just doesn't "get it"
i haven't said enough yet
more knowledge
more instruction

is certainly what she needs...will "fix" this

her shoulder tense
hunched
and now she is getting up
and moving away
further and further

the sobs become louder
the motions more forceful

now in my mind she is evil/bad/harmful/scary to me
she makes me feel incompetent
she doesn't listen
she's hurting me
she doesn't care and is selfish

now she's running away
and will need days to "do her work"
regain her sanity
and see she was wrong

i wait and wait
on the cross
for three days
until she
is finally ready to roll
the stone away
and resurrect herself
so i can get off the cross

evil of her
to hold me up here
so long

only an idiot couldn't easily see the light i see
and so set me free
and never string me up here
in the first place

without my wisdom
she keeps repeating her mistake...

i hate this old story
this 100,oooth rerun....

what else is possible?
(there must
be
a
better
way!!!)

help me, Lord, i don't get it/her!

....i see
as i spoonfeed my favorite soup
to this baby of mine

her eyes are sad
i notice
she is turning away...
and i do not understand
and i am afraid
because i have watched this movie before
sooooo many times
and i know how it always turns out...

this time
i pause
i stop talking

i see
i am not certain what is going on

i remember
my desire is communion

and i wonder
if the connection is still there

i don't feel
the electricity

it seems
i have "lost" her

or perhaps she
has "abandoned" me

it doesn't matter
i don't need to find who's at fault or how

i just know
I want to commune

on common ground
so i ask
hey,
what's going on with you?
where are you?
what are you feeling?
experiencing?
Tell me everything

i would so appreciate
if you would take the time
to tell me how you see me
so i can have a greater perspective
than just my own.

and i listen

Tell me everything.
do you hear the love in these words?
do you have any idea how great this gift is?
to yourself
and to offer to someone else

Tell me everything
and i am back in your arms

Tell me everything
for my birthday
Christmas
Easter
Valentine' s Day
it's the only present i ever want

Tell me everything...
I am interested in/care about your feelings

Maybe I got lost in my topic/ my religion
and forgot my desire was communion

maybe...
just maybe...

i'll ask...


Sunday, April 24, 2011

differences

differences
really show you
yourself

like going to Europe
i discovered how American I was

someone with a very different background
teaches me what i am
and what i am not

much more clearly
than someone very similar

where differences are invisible
seamless

where we both share the same deception
the same blindness

someone who doesn't really know me
will lay their story on me

and now i will see who i am
in the midst of "attack"

can i still be loving
in the face of this ignorance
this "denial"
"hogwash"?

or must i
explain myself?

must i win them over?

must I change their perception
of me?

who am i in the face of my "bludgeoning/crucifixion"?

will i bludgeon them?

or rest
assured

will i be curious
open minded enough
to ask myself
if perhaps

their different vantage point
doesn't actually see something
i
have
missed?


perhaps
friction
can
result
in
smootheness...

hmmm....

God
is
in
everything i hear........................


whenever you are right, you are wrong

i noticed it
again

someone was talking
telling me their thoughts
beliefs
understanding of reality

and i noticed
i wanted
to teach
to clarify
to undercut
with something more profound

my truth,
not theirs

i wanted to correct
to align them
with my understanding

i wanted
him
to see it my way

to see "his denial"
from my point of view

instead of hearing
the truth
in what he said

the truth
i actually agree with

he prefers different words
content is identical

i noticed
i was choosing to focus
on meaningless differences

i noticed
i was feeling
separate

i am so grateful
to see
to notice
my part

no matter what anyone else says
it's always for me

do i want
to find common ground?
or
sit
on my high horse
above
alone
victorious
in my separation

dead
to my OneSelf

resurrection
puts my feet
back on common ground

with my brother
with God
with learning

a student forever
of God/Reality

whenever
you are "right",
you are wrong

here
is resurrection

Christ
is in no position
but Love


Saturday, April 23, 2011

the scent of fear

the scent of fear

a whiff
of insecurity

she breathes
on to me

the faintest hint...

and i feel
faint

i am caught
in it

i can't breathe

the air is not here
now

her fault
i die

her fault
my bottom falls out,
my premise,
of false security: she is my strength

her faulty foot step
and
i am shaken to the core

this must be changed
it's broken
i must teach her she is wrong
immediately
because
i am falling
unsafe

she must secure herself
so my rope is whole

and so the fire grows
because i teach her
she is wrong

i point out to her
her error
and i must win this.
my life depends on it
my whole identity is placed so shakily
out there

her crushing silence
withholds
my love
that i am

and so
now she much die
for me to live


there is another way
another day
born now

a whiff of fear...
of her mistep out of love's perception

i see
she has done nothing
but is dreaming she has stepped off a cliff
and feels her stomach rising into her throat
the sensation of a world
pulled out from under her

Clarity sees the simplicity

sanity/truth doesn't dive off the cliff with her
into the lie
the prison
the hell
of
if only she...
if only she...
i would be okay

i reach out my hand
extend it over the edge of the cliff
right into her fear
right into the darkness
i meet her

i don't tell her she is full of shit
because
i am not in pain

i realize i stand on firm high ground
my hand reaches
to share
this never moving mountain

calm
i need do nothing

for certain,
she is not wrong

asleep, yes,
in that moment
her pain is undeniable

i don't ask her
to fake it
to shake it

i don't tell her
her dream is lasting far too long
for my convenience
and my comfort

i simply see
i hear
i listen
i know
truth is inevitable
i know
she is the sun
dreaming for but an instant

and i rest
for it is my experience
that every single day of my life
the sun rises
and provides far more
than i could ever use

and i
do nothing for it

the sun now extends through me
to remind
to be the star
she can see
even in her sleep
and so i see she does
see the light

i need not hurry her

i know
in the night
rest is a gift

i know
in the silence
God's Voice
is heard more clearly

i remember
that when someone is falling
telling them what to do
or that they shouldn't fall

is like ordering the river to stop

and i can see
that letting my life depend
on stopping a river
is not good or bad,
it's impossible

i will never stop
the river

i simply allow her
to flow...

to the ocean
to the valleys
to the desert
to every part of the world
she will

there is nothing to fear
but trying to stop
the river!

this
is
resurrection

rambunctious!

i love my Self!

i am the garden

oh pink pink pink
everywhere blooming

"rambunctious" i am called! (by another and myself)
the book told me this:

(oh happy day!)

rambunctious: un ruly
yes! i am under no laws but God's/Reality/what is!

uncontrollable: oh thank God!/Reality
i need not be controlled
nor control

to have any such delusion
of control
is insane...
denial of Joy now

oh Lovers!
who would choose to limit Joy!?

leave Her out of any situation,
person, place, moment?

"joyously unstrained": let the horses run!!! :-))))) (can you feel the wind in your hair?)
oh the joy
of dogs loping?

yes
thank you thank you thank you
for the completely unblocked
gushing
of life
as me

abundant
plentiful

to exuberate: overflow!
what but by the grace of God,
to be overflowing,
not in egoic denial!

overflowing must share itself with you, with all
it's what it is

untamable!
oh
Heaven, yes

who would even think
of taming God
unless
he were mistaken?

today we are blooming
endlessly

the resurrection
is
now

the past
is now

the future
is now

and life celebrates!

ram bunctious!
amen!

derivation,
french:
uber....
uber in German: very

udder
fruitful

i love love love
to be
the fruit
the milk
of God! :-))

oh oh oh
gracious
me...




Tuesday, April 19, 2011

reflection

the reflection
moves

without argument
without resistance

just see
where you are
right now

it's all reflection
ever the flow
ever expanding

of bounty
compassion
rest
freedom
placid

the stillness
sits
(and watches)

a light comes
a joy
a blessing
excitement

subsides

luscious
motionless

the runner feels so good
to sit down
and do nothing
at the end of the race

the tired muscle
to put down
the weight

and then
a note is heard again

the body must dance
out of pure joy!

the body is moved

it had no plan
for this

a flower blooms
inside the mind

the inspiration
lifts
our hearts

the smile explodes out to all

weightless
we follow the clue

not knowing the next

only
carrried
by this

free
from "me"

free
from "planning"

free
from "knowing"

silence
receives
Her King



God
is...

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Play!!!

let this be a day of play...

there's nothing immovable

nothing solid

that's just your belief
you are looking at!

imagine now...
what if...
Joy really created you!

imagine now
you are wrong about everything you have ever believed...

what if you were
happy beyond your wildest dreams right now?

imagine
you have no idea of
what is going on!
what you are
where you came from

and you need to wait
and ask
and be told...

imagine your body
is just a guess--
a hypothesis you came up with,
but it's not true

imagine
silence is possible
and truth can be revealed to you...


Monday, April 11, 2011

without the thought of "something wrong"

without the thought
of "something wrong"

no one
in a box

no past
on
anyone

oh oh oh
what open doors
as this

wholly unknown
everything
a suprise
gift

clay
right now
mine

mirror
of me

spontaneous
free
joyous wings

here
is heaven

without the thought of "something wrong"

i am allowed
to be
the Mountain Itself

not (just) the climber

but ALL of it

A to Z of it
and that is but a speck
which lives
in It

the All

"i" made
the mountain up

the story of the climber
of a need
of a place i wasn't
a place to go to
from a distance
a stranger
needing a grail

oh yes
at last
withhout the thought
"there's something wrong (with me!)"

the whole picture
is returned

blazing light
clarity
of
positions
perspectives
times
spaces
views

vision
sees it all

and sees it is not so...

:-)))))
nothing's ever
been
"wrong".....

oh oh oh
happy day!

can you really see...with your back?

how can you see something
your back is facing?

when you've turned away
turned your back....

honestly,
God...God....where are you?
help me!
as we reach for the bottle
the chocolate
the body
the "toy" (not the Real Thing)

facing toward the world
God out of sight
only because
we are grasping
for what we believe
will satisfy
our hunger
bring us
relief,
even "happiness", we call it

a toy car
is not
a real one

you can't get in it
it doesn't fit
it's way too small for you

so we pretend
to get in
and drive around
and fantasize
all the places
it will take us--
so much "fun"

all pretend
and no substitute
for the Real Thing

for true happiness
for the truth
of what we are

not a doll,
but God
Itself,
wholly creative
infinite
ever expanding
Joy

would we not turn around
for This?


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I have been a student of A Course in Miracles since 1986. It has helped me tremendously to be a happier person by helping me change my perception of everything. I have found writing to be very helpful in the process of practicing, experiencing, and living the ideas in the Course. In 2006 I started sharing inspiration from the Course with a friend. Now it is a joy to share it with everyone. In 2009, The Work of Byron Katie found me at a woman's group. The Work is a way to identify and question your stressfuI beliefs. I dove right in and in April 2013 became a Certified Facilitator of The Work of Byron Katie. I work with people privately and offer online classes. Please visit www.joyofthework.com for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information http://www.miraclescenter.org/

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