tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42094807464612484062024-03-13T23:57:50.554-07:00Joy of MiraclesJoy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.comBlogger1557125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-11418200898436775372017-10-17T14:28:00.000-07:002017-10-17T14:41:21.624-07:00wholeheartedWholehearted<br />
<br />
can't leave out a single thing!<br />
<br />
not one.<br />
<br />
(every cell of your body--heart)<br />
<br />
any child's hand<br />
that reaches for yours,<br />
that has not.been.held.<br />
yet,<br />
<br />
is yours.<br />
<br />
Would you sing you<br />
a love song?<br />
<br />
Is it possible<br />
that you would<br />
really ever choose<br />
anything else?<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-37324687430732190552017-09-21T13:35:00.000-07:002017-09-21T13:45:04.100-07:00in a small townin a small town,<br />
lived a small boy,<br />
with a small mother,<br />
<br />
and a very large Dad.<br />
<br />
The Father was so BIG<br />
He could hold ten million little boys<br />
and ten million little moms.<br />
<br />
And He could kiss so BIG<br />
that He could kiss them ALL at once, too.<br />
<br />
He was so BIG<br />
He could hold the sun and the moon and the earth<br />
on his little pinky.<br />
<br />
And He never slept.<br />
Not one wink.<br />
Not one blink.<br />
<br />
The Father never lost sight<br />
of His Children.<br />
<br />
Though His Children flew far and wide<br />
and travelled on all kinds of contraptions<br />
through time and space,<br />
they never for a moment<br />
left His Presence.<br />
<br />
Landed,<br />
Held,<br />
Grounded.<br />
<br />
Not possible to leave<br />
The Father,<br />
<br />
Awareness.<br />
<br />
No Name.<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-89129782683856380602017-09-10T11:21:00.000-07:002017-09-10T11:21:33.246-07:00Sand"I say unto you<br />
if the sparrow's every need is taken care of,<br />
is it not so for you?"<br />
<br />
Your empire is of sand.<br />
<br />
It is only the invisible that can stand,<br />
withstand,<br />
all sand.<br />
<br />
What matter how "large" or "long in time"?<br />
sand is sand is sand is sand is sand is...<br />
<br />
the life of enraptured song<br />
cannot be seen,<br />
nor held in a hand<br />
<br />
what matter its title,<br />
or rank<br />
or "wealth"<br />
or numbers?<br />
<br />
what matters how many times<br />
it is repeated?<br />
<br />
sand is sand is sand is sand is<br />
<br />
Scream all day that night is day,<br />
that Love is absent,<br />
<br />
an army of sand<br />
is sand<br />
<br />
It's all you, sweetheart.<br />
<br />
Sand is not your enemy,<br />
unless you want it to be.<br />
<br />
And no matter what,<br />
you can't make it last forever.<br />
<br />
I give everything all the meaning it has.<br />
<br />
Someone told you "D" is for devil!<br />
but oh, how sweet the doggie, "D" can be for.<br />
<br />
F is for friendliness,<br />
the resting place,<br />
the way I walk in joy,<br />
grace,<br />
gratitude.<br />
<br />
Thank you.<br />
<br />
That's all the addict or the lover ever wants<br />
is but to know her own Pure Friendliness<br />
<br />
that no sand can ever touch.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-65068684032497652272017-09-08T13:41:00.001-07:002017-09-08T13:41:29.401-07:00ListenWhen the phony brigades protest:<br />
"Your loveliness is dim, my friend.<br />
Your house is darkened."<br />
<br />
There is a bird resting in the eaves<br />
who will but sing<br />
in the morning<br />
and the evening,<br />
in your silence.<br />
<br />
For every change<br />
that seems to come,<br />
She will sing.<br />
<br />
"Be still<br />
and know:<br />
<br />
Nothing has changed.<br />
Nothing has changed.<br />
<br />
There is no separation."<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-29332182727769442362017-09-02T13:11:00.001-07:002017-09-02T13:11:50.258-07:00levityLevity heals the wounded breast.<br />
<br />
Faded tears rest<br />
where no error is possible.<br />
<br />
"Error" is make believe,<br />
just like "savage".<br />
<br />
Thought is the quilt,<br />
the stitching, the colors,<br />
the texture,<br />
the silk<br />
and the corduroy,<br />
even the hand that sews.<br />
<br />
What,<br />
the source of thought?<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-60727559512479055102017-09-02T12:23:00.004-07:002017-09-02T12:27:52.270-07:00systemCan you expect a (thought) system<br />
to teach you about itself?<br />
It's biases, motives, and limitations?<br />
It's incoherencies, and confusion?<br />
Can you expect insanity to be clear and free<br />
and honest and compassionate?<br />
<br />
Can you expect it to unplug itself?<br />
To deconstruct itself?<br />
<br />
No, darling.<br />
Only waking up<br />
melts it...<br />
<br />
as candlelight<br />
shows imagination<br />
to be false<br />
<br />
An ant cannot teach you<br />
the Way of the Giant.<br />
<br />
One easy stride of the Giant,<br />
or a 1000 grinding lifetimes of a ant...<br />
<br />
Silence.<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-23054992407907711322017-08-27T13:30:00.001-07:002017-08-27T13:31:09.842-07:00Extendopen wide your wings,<br />
your fingers and toes,<br />
your heart's door,<br />
<br />
wide as a sheet of paper<br />
that floats on the breeze,<br />
this way and that,<br />
swooping,<br />
then gliding up again,<br />
spinning in circles,<br />
dancing,<br />
touching down lightly,<br />
then up again,<br />
<br />
carried<br />
because it is open wide,<br />
as a bird with wings spread out fully<br />
<br />
But close up<br />
like a ball,<br />
and just watch<br />
how fast you fall!<br />
<br />
Extending yourself<br />
is how<br />
you are carried.<br />
<br />
The more you extend,<br />
the greater the lift.<br />
<br />
When you lift up your brother,<br />
it is you who are carried.<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-75696617205235795372017-08-25T12:12:00.002-07:002017-08-25T12:12:57.505-07:00respectrespect<br />
<br />
respect fear?<br />
<br />
the blind spot,<br />
that cannot see,<br />
and so hesitates,<br />
a faltering footstep?<br />
<br />
Yes, respect the blind one.<br />
What are you expecting of one who cannot see,<br />
whose mind is in a darkened tunnel?<br />
<br />
Only your kindness,<br />
your kind voice, is invited.<br />
Attack and criticism are not just.<br />
<br />
You try covering your eyes<br />
and maneuvering this world.<br />
<br />
The blind cannot see what<br />
they cannot see.<br />
<br />
Nor can you!<br />
<br />
We all are blind to whatever<br />
we've hidden from ourselves.<br />
<br />
It's not easy to respect our self<br />
with that hiddenness,<br />
that blindness in our own pocket.<br />
<br />
Delirium.<br />
<br />
Kindness is the call.<br />
<br />
Respect, for all of us<br />
as we walk the world<br />
with partial vision.<br />
<br />
Can I take the log<br />
out of my own eye?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-33451194713235595382017-08-24T11:44:00.002-07:002017-08-24T11:45:00.997-07:00two wrongstwo wrongs don't make a right,<br />
and one right doesn't make a right either<br />
<br />
right is not might<br />
and rights are not white<br />
<br />
sight is everyone's<br />
inherent right,<br />
and light is not the tone of the skin,<br />
but the tone of voice<br />
<br />
are you serious<br />
and full of fright<br />
or is your heart open--not tight?<br />
<br />
is your hand<br />
a fist<br />
or a palm?<br />
<br />
is your mind<br />
twisted or calm?<br />
<br />
are you relaxed,<br />
receptive and clear?<br />
<br />
is your mind open,<br />
so your ears can hear<br />
<br />
the crying of a baby,<br />
the tears on the rug,<br />
are you able to reach out<br />
and hug?<br />
<br />
will you hold this blossom<br />
as lightly as you can<br />
that you may open and extend<br />
as far and wide as you can?<br />
<br />
"Miracles as such do not matter.<br />
The only thing that matters<br />
is their Source,<br />
which is far beyond<br />
evaluation."<br />
acim<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-19249709920281940782017-08-21T12:17:00.002-07:002017-08-21T12:17:22.579-07:00Love Matters<div class="_1dwg _1w_m" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 12px 12px 0px;">
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Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-36572347463639221512017-08-21T12:10:00.002-07:002017-08-21T12:12:59.062-07:00Ripe<br />
Can you ripen and fall<br />
before you do?<br />
<br />
Love the baby<br />
where she is.<br />
<br />
The baby,<br />
humanity,<br />
your neighbor,<br />
your state of mind<br />
<br />
needs space on her blanket<br />
with her toys all around<br />
to look up at you<br />
and see your smile.<br />
<br />
She can't walk<br />
before she does.<br />
<br />
Can you love us<br />
even as we crawl?<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-32685298894154862272017-08-19T14:37:00.001-07:002017-08-19T14:38:20.038-07:00Half a windowIf you only look out half your window,<br />
how pinched the premises--<br />
the premise is.<br />
<br />
One half a brain,<br />
leaves out everything connected--<br />
the obvious, behind the scenes.<br />
<br />
Oh let the curtains be open wide,<br />
wide, and wider still!<br />
360 degrees is to see<br />
what is below you.<br />
<br />
What do you stand on<br />
while you march?<br />
That soil,<br />
precious gold--yes!<br />
<br />
But your heart, dear one,<br />
your Heart,<br />
there is your Home land;<br />
there, your Home land security--<br />
there.<br />
<br />
Lock anyone out,<br />
anyone at all,<br />
and you are homeless,<br />
indeed.<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-83409912620455536232017-08-08T12:39:00.000-07:002017-08-08T12:39:10.296-07:00Some people say that<br />
a house is a house,<br />
but<br />
why is it a different color everyday then,<br />
why is it so soft,<br />
a canvas of the sky,<br />
the softness,<br />
the mist,<br />
the first drops<br />
i hear?<br />
<br />
why is it<br />
the air?<br />
<br />
i saw her<br />
look back at me,<br />
her humility--<br />
that she owned nothing,<br />
claimed no "house" for herself,<br />
her "identity"<br />
<br />
quieter than quiet<br />
<br />
without her title of "house"<br />
<br />
what are you?<br />
<br />
i am your mood,<br />
i am your state of mind<br />
<br />
i will only ever<br />
show you<br />
your self.Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-21456516745602220892017-07-22T13:39:00.000-07:002017-07-22T13:39:35.972-07:00StilettosStiletto heels don't really make you taller.<br />
<br />
Stature is always a thing of the past,<br />
for you have to feel shorter than another--<br />
less than your Self--<br />
to want to fake it.<br />
<br />
The grass doesn't long<br />
to be a fence,<br />
and yet bamboo seems<br />
to be both.<br />
<br />
It happens or it doesn't.<br />
<br />
Roller skates are not square,<br />
and boxes mostly aren't round.<br />
<br />
Corners are perfect where they are,<br />
and perfectly absent where they are not.<br />
<br />
Just try to stack marbles!<br />
(no wonder we are discontent<br />
and tired)<br />
<br />
No one needs stilettos<br />
to spin the finest silk<br />
the world has ever known.<br />
<br />
i am<br />
that I Am.<br />
<br />
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<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-55204142221430257282017-07-22T12:14:00.005-07:002017-07-22T12:35:37.951-07:00you, siryou, Sir,<br />
are you the costume you wear?<br />
<br />
and the reply is always<br />
"no, dear maid, no."<br />
<br />
I haven't quite ever<br />
turned into this suit of clothes<br />
nor the hat upon my head,<br />
nor the shoes--<br />
though there are many--<br />
<br />
nor the title--<br />
not Mr. or Mrs. or Ms<br />
or Dr. or sister<br />
<br />
nor the paper upon my wall--<br />
not even the one that says I<br />
was "born".<br />
<br />
what does it say<br />
but some numbers<br />
and names?<br />
<br />
but who can name what <br />
never was<br />
before?<br />
<br />
without a clue?<br />
<br />
on one's first breath?<br />
<br />
upon "arrival"<br />
and perhaps not even that,<br />
for I haven't yet<br />
any kind of hat.<br />
<br />
perhaps not a thing<br />
at all,<br />
nor the space between,<br />
<br />
perhaps the Unknown,<br />
no mind can digest nor dissect,<br />
not that, not that, not that<br />
<br />
not that.<br />
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<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-73072531845059579352017-07-22T12:05:00.000-07:002017-07-22T12:05:26.104-07:00the maidwith bended hands did break<br />
the brawn of morn<br />
on breath's first take,<br />
<br />
the moth of "savior"<br />
in the closet,<br />
the dust of ancient beliefs on the sill<br />
<br />
'twas but the maid,<br />
the lowest servant<br />
who the Highest<br />
in the lowest places<br />
found<br />
<br />
the cleaning lady,<br />
after all,<br />
turned out to be<br />
the heroine,<br />
<br />
a sparkling window,<br />
to see,<br />
to see!Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-88425977528636945652017-07-14T13:21:00.000-07:002017-07-14T13:21:48.802-07:00BackseatOh the relief! to appreciate.<br />
<br />
What does a "soldier" mean to you?<br />
<br />
Isn't it just a man (or woman),<br />
a human being,<br />
a body?<br />
<br />
Or is it?<br />
Are you that?<br />
Then surely that IS what you see.<br />
<br />
And what of the depth, the Limitless?<br />
<br />
Does this one not need this journey,<br />
this experience,<br />
<br />
to burn alive--<br />
to ask the deepest questions,<br />
to be on the front lines--<br />
to see the effects of his beliefs<br />
and actions?<br />
<br />
Perhaps he needs to see<br />
"carnage"<br />
<br />
to turn around.<br />
<br />
Perhaps no teacher<br />
but Life Itself<br />
will do,<br />
in this moment,<br />
in this place,<br />
for this one.<br />
<br />
Would you prefer...<br />
a delay<br />
in her path?<br />
<br />
Do you really claim<br />
to know,<br />
to have,<br />
to offer,<br />
a mightier path?<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-65870805817628053972017-07-14T12:11:00.001-07:002017-07-14T13:33:01.887-07:00Love will outLove will out,<br />
for She never has aborted.<br />
<br />
Only where you play<br />
at binding Love<br />
do you hurt.<br />
<br />
What tremendous effort<br />
it takes to fight.<br />
<br />
Just watch Love<br />
at your back<br />
as you march to war,<br />
enfolding you in Her Arms,<br />
dear One,<br />
and your "enemy", too.<br />
<br />
Salt and peper<br />
are both gifts.<br />
<br />
Feel the gratitude.<br />
<br />
Watch your Heart's door<br />
swing wide open.<br />
<br />
You can only pretend<br />
you are not Love<br />
for so long.<br />
<br />
Love will out,<br />
for She never<br />
has aborted.<br />
<br />
Still attached/One.<br />
No isolation possible.<br />
Love<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-72280342079914795512017-07-03T14:25:00.000-07:002017-07-03T14:33:31.293-07:00maiden voyagemaiden voyage<br />
<br />
without past,<br />
the cleanest air,<br />
the clearest view<br />
<br />
without a label,<br />
forever maiden,<br />
forever un-made<br />
<br />
your "voice"<br />
oh my darling<br />
<br />
who cares the words<br />
that of This<br />
seem to shape?<br />
<br />
God,<br />
"the""sound""of""the""human""voice"<br />
<br />
Roll over, Beethoven.<br />
<br />
Maiden Voyage.<br />
<br />
"thir-teen"<br />
<br />
have you ever heard such a beautiful sound?<br />
<br />
sound?<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-84511639563695193952017-06-27T12:59:00.001-07:002017-06-27T13:04:42.664-07:00Peek a boothere is a game mind likes to play,<br />
<br />
hide and go seek<br />
IS a child's game<br />
<br />
Father knows nothing of it.<br />
Father sees All,<br />
no hands covering Eyes<br />
<br />
To lose your Self?<br />
How could it be possible<br />
to lose what you are?<br />
<br />
only a game of pretend:<br />
now I am a fish,<br />
now I am a girl,<br />
now I am a man,<br />
now I am a house,<br />
now I am strong,<br />
now I am weak,<br />
now I am a sloth,<br />
now I am the tiniest, lowest<br />
scum of the earth.<br />
<br />
Peek a boo!<br />
I see You.<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-91378287531022091932017-06-27T11:44:00.000-07:002017-06-27T11:44:18.957-07:00Snailextraordinary edifice,<br />
<br />
magnificent<br />
snail,<br />
ordinary, ha!<br />
<br />
what can be ordinary<br />
about a "tree"?<br />
<br />
or any of it?<br />
<br />
exquisite<br />
curve,<br />
no mere mortal,<br />
<br />
the vital-ity!<br />
<br />
away, away, awash<br />
it seems<br />
<br />
yet Absence but another dream<br />
<br />
yes, divine words:<br />
"What is essential is invisible to the eye."<br />
<br />
oh my darling snail!<br />
<br />
Life is not<br />
a race to be run,<br />
<br />
not a race,<br />
not a race,<br />
not a race,<br />
<br />
no thing,<br />
Ordinary<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-1056003027225944532017-06-25T11:14:00.000-07:002017-06-25T11:15:04.779-07:00Songrise up singing!<br />
<br />
before the center,<br />
Song<br />
<br />
and the song rang out!<br />
resonated,<br />
woke the sleeping<br />
and the dead<br />
<br />
the Song!<br />
oh yes!<br />
(the forgotten Song)<br />
<br />
even moved Alzheimers arms<br />
and dementia legs<br />
<br />
it made the soul,<br />
the tiniest cells,<br />
to move again,<br />
<br />
to jingle<br />
bells<br />
<br />
in the night<br />
<br />
in the dark, dark night<br />
<br />
nothing could stop the Song,<br />
not yelling,<br />
not hatred,<br />
not even bombs.<br />
<br />
She<br />
opened<br />
and opened<br />
and opened<br />
and opened<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-75372448618805761992017-06-04T14:41:00.000-07:002017-06-04T14:41:27.758-07:00exuberanceexuberance<br />
<br />
feel it<br />
<br />
nothing can break it,<br />
no hammer or bullet<br />
can touch it<br />
<br />
it can't crumble<br />
or age<br />
<br />
no fossil fuel needed<br />
<br />
no factory can manufacture<br />
or improve upon it in any way<br />
<br />
yet it can melt<br />
melt rough edges<br />
<br />
warm the heart of an entire planet<br />
<br />
oh the power,<br />
the flood<br />
of exuberance<br />
<br />
no one<br />
it does not touch<br />
<br />
no one<br />
it does not love<br />
<br />
no one<br />
it does not embrace<br />
and appreciate<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-61851478963540021922017-05-25T16:36:00.000-07:002017-05-25T16:36:22.284-07:00must you?once up on the pedestal he stood.<br />
twas quite high above<br />
<br />
the ground below<br />
was soft and so earthy,<br />
<br />
but rest wasn't something he ate for breakfast.<br />
<br />
digestion called for<br />
stars above mountains,<br />
gurgly lakes,<br />
mud bubbles,<br />
lazy records,<br />
and number and letters<br />
that tweaked raging volcanoes even<br />
<br />
running from the hotmoltenlava,<br />
sweaty and out of breath,<br />
<br />
"yes, all this," she said,<br />
<br />
"must you?"<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-72453074293491187702017-05-25T16:07:00.004-07:002017-05-25T16:20:17.617-07:00Never wrongwhen the wrecker truck comes,<br />
get in<br />
get in<br />
<br />
he's right on time,<br />
every time<br />
<br />
the Universe is never wrong.<br />
<br />
The Universe is never wrong.<br />
<br />
one time a truck didn't come by<br />
for sixteen years<br />
<br />
but who's...<br />
<br />
what..<br />
is that...<br />
<br />
waiting by the side of the road,<br />
eyes looking way into the distance<br />
for sixteen years!<br />
<br />
while<br />
lush<br />
fertile<br />
is<br />
<br />
The Universe is never wrong.<br />
<br />
She gave her Self a pasture<br />
and it was so delicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Joy Schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0