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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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Saturday, March 31, 2012

self portrait

without the thought
"i disappoint you"/
"i am a disappointment"(to me, to God, to others)...

without comparison/grievances...

She's just
what she is

this song
this feather
resting on this branch
in this moment
this color eye
and this curl of hair
in that exact position,
not one hair different,
not one cell less
or
more

as complete and perfect
as this particular one
can be

the pause,
the exact measure,
the crescendo
spilling out at 11:07 pm
just after she placed the 7th
chocolate chip and coffee bean
on her tongue,
and that particular thought
arrived...

oh oh oh the ocean that swells!

25 feet high now!

and one inch
on Tuesday in Jamaica.

so she is quiet now,
so she has found a way
to wait
on the shore,
to catch the lightening bolt
in her fingers,
place it so tenderly upon this page,
and watch it
burn
the way
to her heart,

open fire
open fire,
this one
as she slowly places her
dear children in the fire,
offers them up
and sees she never
held
anything she ever really wanted

clarity
Clarity
for this one,
this Son

without the thought
"i'm a disappointment."

don't you just love burning trash?

my open rooms
clear halls
cleared out tunnels
where i can swoop and sway
and swirl
in jazzy flashes
of delight

completely unhindered
by flesh


Wednesday, March 28, 2012

marble

without the thought of "i"

world whirling by
blurs of color
all motion
flow
overlay
overlay
over
layers and layers and layer of voices
all at once
indecipherable
inseparable
the child's cry
from that
toy broke
money fell
tears
ocean flow
inseparable waves

you and me, me and you, us and them
indecipherable
call and response
one
one
one
Song
musical engines
traffichum
naer a space
no no no
naer a no
all no's, but yesses
tell me
tell me
tell me
where does
onething stop
and another start?

i cannot see
without i
without i
without i...

marble

Sunday, March 25, 2012

She sprang through!

a daisy
smiling
slender
waving in the breeze
so happy
to be in the sun
its leaves outstretched
to receive
the love of the Universe
from every where

open
wide open
to receive

to love

pouring through
to extend

wider valve
through this voice
this venue

She sprang through
when "i" wasn't looking
when "i" was asleep...
taking a short nap,

She leapt into my life,
no turning back
no undoing
this exposure
this nakedness

at last
experiencing
what it feels like
to wear
no costume

only an instant
and All is given,

re turned
un covered

one instant
of open mind

holding on to nothing

claiming no image
to be true

She
is
here


Friday, March 16, 2012

no future happiness

Our Father Who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name
Thy Kingdom is,
Thy Will is
now

let me behold it
now

let me see the infinite Love
rushing to me
through me
in this
holy instant

not one instant in the future,
not one form
do i ask to be different

nothing more
than to behold
the infinite Love
i am now

Give us our daily bread:
to see
what lies
still sit
in my mind
keeping
this truth
from full realization

As we forgive
what never has occurred,
lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil,
from denial of the truth: loss is impossible.

When the false falls,
we re turn
to Truth,
which we never left,
but now look on again,
being far more comfortable
than living in someone else's skin

imaging a life without substance,
cooked up
out of fear
taking huge and constant effort
to make
this fearful image
look pretty

tomfoolery, too,
trickery of mind
to think this picture, this id
is the real one

the idols keep falling
falling
falling,
of course,
forever more

you are safe
you are safe
you are safe, Love

as each idol falls now
we give but thanks
to re turn
Home
to You,
to what You really are,
rest now
relax now

it's all just a dream

kiss that boy, that man,
who never was what you made him out to be...
never was
but Love,
so dear

not here to cause you pain,
no no no,
that was your job, dear,
done very well

so glad to see
the laundry is coming off the line
now

and i can see
the golden kisses
on the hill
in my own backyard

For Ours is the Kingdom: All of it

and the power: All Power in Heaven and earth is you,

and the glory

forever
without question



Sunday, March 11, 2012

desert spring

the Mother,
Sanity, Truth, Home,
you've always wanted,
since time began,
and space and "lack",
separation/body

you never left,
and nothing ever left

Her,
freedom from sin/guilt,

Clear Sky

clouds are not the universe,
the whole

rich,
they are nutrition
nurturing,
the feeding

One Thing

i open my mouth
wide
to receive
these gifts
of thunder,
lightening,
wind,
darkness

i guzzle
the torrent

like a baby with it's bottle,
it's mother's nipple

i do not exist
apart
from this lifeline

what insanity
to wish
it would not rain

to wish the sunshine would
remain always

how dry and thirsty
my throat,

a raisin
in the sun

thank you for the sanity
that sees
its oneness
with the rain

that dreads nothing,
opposes
no thought at all

each drop
of thought,
a sprinkle,
a choice
to give thanks...

or to wish
water would disappear
from earth
and die

desert spring

thank you, brother,
for your "sins"

i see they are
but flowers
in my garden

i wish nothing
to be different

or
i but burn in hell


desert spring:
beyond my thinking

let the rain drown me
from my dreams

rest, child, rest

rest, Child, rest

i hold you

i am the Mother
you have always wanted,
and cried for
in the night

i hold you


without fear
you can see
straight

you are not pulled
to attach yourself,
rope yourself,
to a person, place, or situation
for your "safety", security, identity,

to see yourself as nothing
and needing
this
this
this


without fear,
you are simply free
to walk the world,
unencumbered

totally relaxed

uncontracted,
love
is visible,
received,
ever inflowing
and out,
a sieve,
flowing through,
being what it is,
given
given
given
extension

not of you,
but you of it,
inseparable,
nature

relaxed

when i squint my eyes to see,
i do not see,
i blur reality
in my striving

eyes relaxed,
not looking for anything,
love is everywhere,
every speck a gift,
unexplored,
an invitation
to open

to stay
open

tunnel vision
or
the whole horizon
or
even bigger than 360 degrees,
is four dimensions,
and five
and six
and the numberless...

don't know
don't know
don't know...

mystery,
mystical


swoosh
it takes my breath away,
beyond my imagination,
my body,
my identity,
my mind, my thinking,
such a little trinket,
left for a moment
to sparkle on the ground
in the sunlight

what a silly, silly mistake
to ever have thought
it
was the Sun/Son

rest, child, rest
place your tired head
upon my shoulder

you are Home



Tuesday, March 6, 2012

best friendliness

boys play in clubhouses and girls like to tag along

and i have my own clubhouse
with goddess
mother

star of wisdom
star of light
star of royal beauty bright

inward leading
still preceding

spending time
in the clubhouse today
in total friendliness
best friendliness
can say anything
everything given expression
put on the altar
not a speck left to tell--withheld

fully exposed

in defenselessness
my safety lies


promotion

there is nothing
Love won't do for you

to help you
wake up

to see
there is no substitute
for truth

as each thing leaves
you turn within
and see it is so,
remember,
reconnect...

another idol fell,
another attempt to look outside of you
to find you,

another attempt
not to satisfy,
fulfill
your love of God,
your hunger
for truth,

but to worship
haphazardly,
missing the mark

there is nothing
Love won't do

to eliminate
the blocks
to Itself...

dissolve,
resolve,
everything
that leaves
is getting
out of your way

making clear
your path
inward

to truth

promoting you

you arise
in benefits


Monday, March 5, 2012

raising the dead

i keep thinking
Lazarus should rise
from the dead

the past
should play
again

forgetting
it wasn't that great
the first time

twisting truth
to play the lie again
one more time

rerun,
temptation,
attraction to the past
and future

temptation,
attraction,
to fantasy,
to overlook the present
reality,
peace,
wholeness

trickster mind,
diversion
diversion
diversion,
leave
leave
leave
this moment,

attention,
curiosity,
what's happening?

the twisted tale,
underworld
keeps reaching up
out of the muck
to strangle it

hear her,
give her room
and space

let her come
and perform
her spill,
to scare you,
to get you to fall for it
one more time

just watch

without resistance

you can almost feel the sweat
spray off her forehead

virtual
reality

there's only one little thing missing
from the story

it's not true


Saturday, March 3, 2012

clayfulness

clayfulness

how loving is this thought

everything putty in my hands, literally

are you my lover
or my killer?

wow!
what power!
this sculptor has

one flick of a finger
and you are down,

clayfulness

now the angel that lives me

oh dear dear dear God
am I

Heaven is a decision I must make

now

tender mouths

silence
lets other people
speak
your truth
you have denied to yourself

your unconcious
is simply
what you are hiding from yourself

silence
meets these thoughts,
opens wide the space to hear

invitation
to poetry

watch
these tender mouths
about you

from their lips
these jewels
are yours

shared treasures

fountaining
out of God

in the light
we can both
see them sparkle

thank you thank you thank you
for your honesty


open book

open book

the last book you'll ever read

revealed
unveiled
in quiet
as you sit,
watch,
wait

the still
small

voice

of silence,
is the pathway through
the crowd,
the throngs,
of ideas,
concepts as people,
pressing upon you

the parting of the sea
that
you may walk through,
cross

moses
is
silence

the laws,
thou shalt have no other gods before me

is not a commandment,
but the nature of reality

nothing but Love
exists

no other idea can hold
against this fact

pretend all you want

nothing outside you will
ever give you
your happiness

oh,
this is funny,
i see it now...

upon my open slate
this morning
i am given the first commandment,
the underlying truth
of All that is,

the oldest testament to Love

timeless,
upon my couch,

this timeless voice,
this timeless truth,

God is
and nothing else is

this truth
does
undo
all mountains

equal ground
justice for all

beyond time
beyond space
beyond fear

silence

listen

mystery
revealing
now


Friday, March 2, 2012

speechless

of fire
of love

"of"
re stores the relationship

of
ov um

the question appears
"what are You?"

re turn (back around)
to God
to what?
of what?
of What are you?

without needing to know
just relax into
of

feel yourself
resting on the cloud,
held,
supported

"out of thin air"
of air
of nothing
it seems...

can it be
that nothing
is a "magic box"

that the unseen,
the invisible,
is not really
nothing?

the "don't know"
the mystery

sacred
untouched

unimagined,
unseen is un-imaged

without a picture,
a concept
for it,
does it mean
nothing is there?

perhaps nothing conceivable,
being
uncontainable
no words

be fore words,
backwords,
in back of words

no other gods,
words,
concepts,
be fore
me, God: no word

without needing to know

allow

no need to understand:
listen
listen
listen
listen
listen
listen...

you will be told

Love will blaze a pathway
of
Itself

Heaven

perfectly harmonic

smiles:

creation

simply arriving
simply arriving
simply (you play no part)
arriving...

mystery

mind wants to crack it,
this "nut"

to box it
describe it
analyze it
predict it
organize it
market it
teach it
a product with an instruction booklet
to be "mastered"
and rated
and evaluated

to be the knower of It
to have dominion over It...
over it's Own Creator

the child,
to understand
the Father

is to miss the Father's Love

to learn of the Father,
is to listen

allow Heaven to speak
beyond your wildest dreams
beyond your imagination
beyond your little concepts

just allow
this moment
in full glory

open

to the Infinite

right here,

right now:

i see
the Love of God
is shining
in "a jade plant",
the dancer
curving
so gracefully,
beauty,
brand new
creation
tender
innocent
infinite

i have never seen this
before,
never seen
anything
so beautiful

speechless





Thursday, March 1, 2012

of

"of"


is why

there is no "i"


contemplate "of"

it's the whole picture

water pours out "of" the faucet
one (substance)
no separate identity/quality/nature
ever

of
God

no "i"

only God comes of God

the same
extending out

"of"
is truer
than
"i" (made up concept of separate, image)

no view of "eye"/i
in water,
any one point
isn't possible

no pause in flow
no separate paused position

"of"
is the
corrected perspective
of "i"

the frame around everything: "of"
it comes of
something

water,
no stop
no start
continuous flow
all
of
all

one

of God,
the same,
but not the originator

the child,
not the Father,
though like Him in every way

effect,
not cause

sourced

wholly dependent

"of"

the umbilical cord still in place

100% shared Identity

"of"

missing nothing
supplied
supported

the connecting pre-position...of God

no need to "get",
being "of"

no need to
to defend,
being "of"

provided for

of
(told)

of,
not discrete

"of": our true relationship to the Father/Reality/the invisible

"of"
rights
the upside-down
backward
way of seeing

"of": all safety

One

of
Service

"of"
is why
there is
no "i"

contemplate
"of"

sister kitty

sister kitty
loves me
inside
she purrs
to calm me down

to gently
massage
the tension
the mind contracts

contracting
dis ease

re lax ing
the kitty
absorbs the Sonlight,

follows it about the Home

free for the receiving

pouring down
pouring through
coming to

shade or light
whatever kitty
prefers

i've noticed
my kitty
always accepts the gift
of warmth
and light

so
natural



re-maining

he's off

the ship has left
the dock

to sail the world
unseen


i remain

at Home


stature
of liberty

Holiness,
the lighthouse,
torch,
the lady holding the lamp

the cat
in the bag,
trickster mind
under wraps

free now
to walk anywhere,
long broad footsteps,
stepping wide across the desert,
over the mountain range

one step in the ocean
and out the other side

hands
able to reach the stars
and collect them
in her purse

or perhaps
rub them in her hair
and like fireflies
let them dance about her face

woman of light,
teardrops of moonlight
falling gently down her cheeks,
but cleaning out
the ancient ducts
blocked so long ago
by dirt and dust

lady of light
reaching in the window
in the morning
to wake you from your dreams,
and let you
read
by candlelight,

the eternal flame
the eternal flame

the eternal
flame

re
mains

About Me

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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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