i want it thus!

the open room invites the visitor,
the Gift

it's why the open road
is so much more inviting
than the traffic jam,
clogged artery

the only preparation 
is to make room,
be the child,
the student

it is not advice i need,
but silence,
the experience of silence,
(of "me" not talking)

the pause
from ranting,
proclamation,
sagas,
hype

prior to raucous,
prior to blacking out creation,
prior to the "news" service,
the report of the dire

prior to:
"of all that is,
i want what isn't!

i want that grain of sand!
only that one will do!"

but honey, there is a w h o l e  b e a c h . . .

"NO! i want that one!"

closed door
closed mind
closed heart
closed eyes
closed fingers
shuts out the Infinite forms of Love

and Mother simply smiles,
never worrying
for an instant
about what is not true

temporary insanity,
no wonder the wake up
is inevitable

it's not a cruel world
for goodness sake!

to want everything but what you have,
to throw away the sun, the moon, and the stars,
to throw a way the entire universe,
but for the one speck of sand you don't have
is simply the perfect plan for hell

maturity easily sees the folly,
the ridiculous,
and laughs that such a plan
could ever have been considered
joyworthy,
and that people actually
invested everything they had
in it

there is no concern at all
for anyone
that they won't see this

for there is no way anyone could
ever really believe it
in the first place

So silly, sweetheart.
Motherlove:
I know you don't really mean that.