Extend

open wide your wings,
your fingers and toes,
your heart's door,

wide as a sheet of paper
that floats on the breeze,
this way and that,
swooping,
then gliding up again,
spinning in circles,
dancing,
touching down lightly,
then up again,

carried
because it is open wide,
as a bird with wings spread out fully

But close up
like a ball,
and just watch
how fast you fall!

Extending yourself
is how
you are carried.

The more you extend,
the greater the lift.

When you lift up your brother,
it is you who are carried.

respect

respect

respect fear?

the blind spot,
that cannot see,
and so hesitates,
a faltering footstep?

Yes, respect the blind one.
What are you expecting of one who cannot see,
whose mind is in a darkened tunnel?

Only your kindness,
your kind voice, is invited.
Attack and criticism are not just.

You try covering your eyes
and maneuvering this world.

The blind cannot see what
they cannot see.

Nor can you!

We all are blind to whatever
we've hidden from ourselves.

It's not easy to respect our self
with that hiddenness,
that blindness in our own pocket.

Delirium.

Kindness is the call.

Respect, for all of us
as we walk the world
with partial vision.

Can I take the log
out of my own eye?

two wrongs

two wrongs don't make a right,
and one right doesn't make a right either

right is not might
and rights are not white

sight is everyone's
inherent right,
and light is not the tone of the skin,
but the tone of voice

are you serious
and full of fright
or is your heart open--not tight?

is your hand
a fist
or a palm?

is your mind
twisted or calm?

are you relaxed,
receptive and clear?

is your mind open,
so your ears can hear

the crying of a baby,
the tears on the rug,
are you able to reach out
and hug?

will you hold this blossom
as lightly as you can
that you may open and extend
as far and wide as you can?

"Miracles as such do not matter.
The only thing that matters
is their Source,
which is far beyond
evaluation."
acim

Love Matters

White love matters,
Black love matters.
Love matters.

Isn't it funny to give it a color?

Republican love matters,
Democrat love matters.
Independent love matters.

Isn't it funny to give love a party?

Clouds of love
misting,
moisting,
free to pour out of hearts everywhere

free free free
to take all shapes,
sizes, colors,

to move anywhere at any time
without "permission".

Love needs no laws
to secure it.
There is no law that can ever diminish
or imprison it
in anyway.

Love,
the highest law of the land, air, space...

Love,
forever free to be Itself.

Love
rules.

Amen.

Ripe

Can you ripen and fall
before you do?

Love the baby
where she is.

The baby,
humanity,
your neighbor,
your state of mind

needs space on her blanket
with her toys all around
to look up at you
and see your smile.

She can't walk
before she does.

Can you love us
even as we crawl?

Half a window

If you only look out half your window,
how pinched the premises--
the premise is.

One half a brain,
leaves out everything connected--
the obvious, behind the scenes.

Oh let the curtains be open wide,
wide, and wider still!
360 degrees is to see
what is below you.

What do you stand on
while you march?
That soil,
precious gold--yes!

But your heart, dear one,
your Heart,
there is your Home land;
there, your Home land security--
there.

Lock anyone out,
anyone at all,
and you are homeless,
indeed.

Some people say that
a house is a house,
but
why is it a different color everyday then,
why is it so soft,
a canvas of the sky,
the softness,
the mist,
the first drops
i hear?

why is it
the air?

i saw her
look back at me,
her humility--
that she owned nothing,
claimed no "house" for herself,
her "identity"

quieter than quiet

without her title of "house"

what are you?

i am your mood,
i am your state of mind

i will only ever
show you
your self.