tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42094807464612484062012-02-25T09:38:59.069-08:00joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.comBlogger8241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-60369002621775257942012-02-25T09:27:00.002-08:002012-02-25T09:38:59.091-08:00is that <i>an image</i><div>in your mind</div><div>or <i>is it real</i>?</div><div><br /></div><div>see the image when you <i>think </i>about someone?</div><div>see how distorted it is....?</div><div><br /></div><div>thoughts <i>are images</i></div><div><br /></div><div>are you <i>worshipping images</i></div><div>in place of reality...</div><div>what <i>is here right now</i>....gone?</div><div><br /></div><div>is the image in your mind real</div><div>or <i>pure imagination?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>is it the past</div><div>or the future?</div><div>...ie. pure imagination</div><div><br /></div><div>so you <i>miss</i></div><div><i>now?</i></div><div>so you <i>miss</i></div><div><i>you?</i></div><div>ok now</div><div>ok now</div><div>ok now</div><div><br /></div><div>wake up!</div><div><br /></div><div>images are <i>dreams</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">images are dreams</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>notice</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>reality is gifting, gifting, gifting, gifting...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>notice</i></div><div><i>notice</i></div><div><i>notice</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>wow!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>i need do nothing</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>notice</div><div><br /></div><div>interesting</div><div>curious</div><div><br /></div><div>what is ...</div><div><br /></div><div>this flowing river....</div><div><br /></div><div>ever changing</div><div><br /></div><div>coming to me</div><div><br /></div><div>leaving me</div><div><br /></div><div>open open open </div><div>to receive</div><div>to release</div><div><br /></div><div>flowing through me</div><div>river</div><div>river</div><div>river</div><div>of</div><div>God....good...blessings....<i>all</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>reality</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6036900262177525794?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-41804826669933443932012-02-24T11:33:00.002-08:002012-02-24T11:43:41.676-08:00give me a sign <div>she said</div><div><br /></div><div>and so it is</div><div><br /></div><div>each face</div><div>each eye</div><div>each heart</div><div>a flash of light</div><div>of understanding</div><div><br /></div><div>open communication</div><div>speeding train of light</div><div>from one "station" to "another"</div><div><br /></div><div>within me </div><div>to within you</div><div><br /></div><div>open vessels</div><div>tunnel of light</div><div><br /></div><div>give me sign</div><div>is </div><div>only</div><div>to </div><div>look within</div><div><br /></div><div>open</div><div>to the light</div><div>within</div><div>and see the infinite network</div><div>of the One</div><div>Universe</div><div><br /></div><div>flashes of light </div><div>everywhere you look</div><div><br /></div><div>your eye being the opening</div><div>the opening</div><div>the opening</div><div>to allow</div><div>light</div><div>to enter</div><div><br /></div><div>to allow light</div><div>to travel </div><div>outward</div><div>and enter</div><div>your sister's </div><div>open space</div><div><br /></div><div>timeless</div><div>speedless</div><div>ever present</div><div>beaming</div><div><br /></div><div>the signs</div><div>are every</div><div>where</div><div><br /></div><div>there is no thing</div><div>without light</div><div><br /></div><div>under</div><div>standing</div><div><br /></div><div>support</div><div>of you</div><div><br /></div><div>give me </div><div>a sign</div><div><br /></div><div>signify to me</div><div>i am</div><div>that i am</div><div><br /></div><div>flash!</div><div><br /></div><div>God is</div><div>i am</div><div><br /></div><div>i am</div><div>the sign</div><div><br /></div><div>i am </div><div>the sign</div><div>i've been waiting for</div><div><br /></div><div>i am the sign</div><div>the world</div><div><br /></div><div>wants </div><div>to see</div><div>more than anything ...</div><div><br /></div><div>more</div><div>than</div><div>any</div><div>thing</div><div><br /></div><div>show your Self </div><div><br /></div><div>the sign is here</div><div>now</div><div>impossible to part </div><div><br /></div><div>thank you thank you thank you....hymn of praise for my Creator...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-4180482666993344393?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-34670657777288190072012-02-20T13:48:00.000-08:002012-02-20T13:57:42.871-08:00<div><br /></div><div>God cannot rest in the separate.</div><div><br /></div><div>can you rest in two pieces?</div><div><br /></div><div>arms cut off</div><div>legs</div><div>divided</div><div>civil war</div><div><br /></div><div>resting is attraction</div><div><i>i</i> love <i>you</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>drawn</i></div><div><i>pulled</i></div><div><i>moved towards</i></div><div><i>is Godness</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>so<i> </i>the universe</div><div>all holding hands</div><div>feet</div><div>necks, ears</div><div>lovemaking</div><div>licking</div><div>touching</div><div><br /></div><div>so my thoughts,</div><div>held by God,</div><div>are gently held,</div><div>no outcasting any form of idea</div><div><br /></div><div>look but with love,</div><div>go toward</div><div>approach</div><div>every thought,</div><div>listen</div><div>in quiet,</div><div>to her screams</div><div>and cries</div><div>of not enough,</div><div>while you hold her close</div><div><br /></div><div>the tears,</div><div><i>there is no scream</i></div><div><i>the Loving Mother</i></div><div><i>doesn't adore</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>"i want You, Mother"</b></i></div><div><i><b>She hears,</b></i></div><div><i><b>"i want You"</b></i></div><div><br /></div><div>desire</div><div>attraction</div><div>of God for/to God</div><div><i>Everywhere</i></div><div><br /></div><div>re turn me,</div><div><i>turn me around,</i></div><div>point me in the direction</div><div>of my Home...</div><div><br /></div><div>rest</div><div><br /></div><div>Home is in everyone i see,</div><div>Union</div><div><br /></div><div>God cannot rest in the "separate",</div><div>yet even there,</div><div>She is</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3467065777728819007?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-46306285112413380082012-02-20T13:28:00.000-08:002012-02-20T13:41:41.158-08:00where there is no hope left<div>there</div><div>is God</div><div><br /></div><div>give up all hope of answer</div><div>complete surrender</div><div>for something something totally new</div><div>to come</div><div><br /></div><div>without motive</div><div>without outcome</div><div>of any kind</div><div>of any form</div><div><br /></div><div>we simply admit (the truth)</div><div>we are totally clueless</div><div>about what is going on...</div><div>what i am</div><div>where i am going</div><div>what it is for</div><div><br /></div><div>completely clueless</div><div>hopeless</div><div><br /></div><div>empty</div><div><br /></div><div>now there is room</div><div>at the inn</div><div><br /></div><div>i was wrong about <i>everything</i></div><div><i><b>(no</b> exceptions...)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>reality is not what</div><div><i><b>i</b></i> <i>thought (my thinking)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>reality bears no relationship</div><div>to form,</div><div>appearance,</div><div>dreams</div><div><br /></div><div>to have hope for this dream</div><div>is to cherish illusion, fantasy</div><div>over truth/revelation</div><div><br /></div><div>"eye" will be still (close itself)</div><div>an instant</div><div>and <i>look inward</i>,</div><div>not out</div><div><br /></div><div>reality is internal</div><div>infinity is internal</div><div>space is internal</div><div>God is <i>Source</i></div><div><br /></div><div>there is no hope</div><div>in finding God</div><div><i>outside of You</i></div><div><br /></div><div>where there is no hope (left outside)</div><div>i must turn<i> in</i></div><div>to God</div><div><br /></div><div>hopelessness is the <i>turning point,</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>there is no where else to go</div><div>but Higher</div><div><br /></div><div>thank you</div><div> the pit is not bottomless</div><div>God lives actually <i>in the very bottom of the pit</i></div><div><i>under the fall</i></div><div><i>to catch you</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>nothing</i></div><div><i>to fear</i></div><div><br /></div><div>amen</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-4630628511241338008?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-57174253525537351082012-02-18T12:20:00.000-08:002012-02-18T12:25:53.482-08:00silence is the quiet forest<div><br /></div><div>watching her</div><div>in the night</div><div><br /></div><div>the silence </div><div>surrounds us</div><div>everywhere we are</div><div><br /></div><div>notice</div><div>the silence</div><div>between </div><div>her lips</div><div><br /></div><div>notice how the lips fall away,</div><div><br /></div><div>as you notice the silence</div><div>that holds us</div><div><br /></div><div>every where</div><div><br /></div><div>in between all things</div><div>silence</div><div><br /></div><div>isn't that interesting</div><div>to hear</div><div><br /></div><div>suddenly all conflicts</div><div>fall away,</div><div>as we see the space,</div><div>the pauses,</div><div>in her voice</div><div><br /></div><div>perhaps her heart,</div><div>too,</div><div>holds a space</div><div><br /></div><div>for you</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5717425352553735108?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-80177029091170424202012-02-18T12:06:00.000-08:002012-02-18T12:11:41.229-08:00thank you for the quiet of this morning<div><br /></div><div>a garden</div><div><br /></div><div>to watch the flowers bloom</div><div><br /></div><div>arising</div><div>peeping out</div><div>from the black mystery</div><div>gently tiptoeing</div><div>on to this page</div><div><br /></div><div>placing one toe</div><div>and then another</div><div>and another</div><div>and another</div><div><br /></div><div>and a stream</div><div>flows</div><div>across this page</div><div><br /></div><div>a stream of blossoms</div><div>unannounced</div><div>unprepared for</div><div><br /></div><div>just given</div><div>a space</div><div>a plot of time</div><div>holding no other </div><div>than</div><div>the listener</div><div><br /></div><div>the sacred listener</div><div><br /></div><div>Father,</div><div>i am listening</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and the beautiful </div><div>blossom </div><div>appears</div><div><br /></div><div>thank you</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8017702909117042420?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-23249581100500166132012-02-18T11:44:00.000-08:002012-02-18T11:52:57.354-08:00the river<div>she is free</div><div><br /></div><div>moving</div><div>in all directions at once,</div><div>yes, even backwards </div><div>in the eddies,</div><div>the swirling backwater</div><div>holding still</div><div><br /></div><div>the leaf circling </div><div>and circling</div><div>and circling,</div><div>it seems stuck,</div><div>for a while,</div><div>yet we know</div><div>it's only a matter of time</div><div>before the rain pours</div><div>the thunder crashes</div><div>the storm resumes</div><div>to <i>bless</i></div><div><i>this river</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>that all may rush forward</div><div>and cleanse these little pockets</div><div>of decaying matter,</div><div>the rocks actually budge</div><div>once in a while,</div><div>when the stream isn't but a trickle</div><div><br /></div><div>where tiny little pebbles</div><div>are now exposed to the sunlight</div><div><br /></div><div>the river</div><div>she is free</div><div><br /></div><div>to be all things,</div><div>to tumble,</div><div>an shake,</div><div>and spray high into the air,</div><div>and fall,</div><div>far far below</div><div>creating waves,</div><div>and hitting bottom,</div><div>in quiet clear pools</div><div><br /></div><div>the mist in the morning</div><div>the frost of winter</div><div>the steam in August</div><div><br /></div><div>washing </div><div>washing </div><div>washing</div><div>us free</div><div><br /></div><div>the river</div><div>she is free</div><div><br /></div><div>to hurry</div><div>or be lazy</div><div><br /></div><div>but always </div><div>a river</div><div><br /></div><div>she is free</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2324958110050016613?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-79009135095529801912012-02-18T10:19:00.000-08:002012-02-18T10:28:07.316-08:00the quiet one<div>still</div><div>present</div><div>invisible</div><div><br /></div><div>attracts like nothing else</div><div><br /></div><div>everywhere holding space</div><div><br /></div><div>if you happen to glance at her</div><div>time stands still</div><div>motion stops</div><div><br /></div><div>this absence of sound</div><div><br /></div><div>rest</div><div><br /></div><div>opens </div><div>in</div><div> you</div><div><br /></div><div>the children turn their eyes,</div><div>feel the quiet,</div><div>settle down</div><div><br /></div><div>the way</div><div> is</div><div> quiet</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe it isn't what you do in this world,</div><div>but what you don't</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe it isn't what you say in this world,</div><div>but what you don't</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe it isn't how you act,</div><div>but how you don't</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe it isn't how you look,</div><div>but how you don't</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe it isn't what you remember,</div><div>but how much you forget</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe it isn't how long you've been doing it,</div><div>but how there is no time left,</div><div>not one more moment...</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe it's not about how much you've learned and practiced and educated yourself,</div><div>but realizing you know <i>nothing at all</i>...</div><div><br /></div><div><i>nothing </i></div><div><i>at</i></div><div><i>all</i></div><div><br /></div><div>quiet</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-7900913509552980191?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-12398657790376265542012-02-17T19:24:00.000-08:002012-02-17T19:59:17.635-08:00no information ever comes to the body<div><br /></div><div>the body's eyes do not see</div><div><br /></div><div>close your eyes</div><div>everyone you know is there</div><div>even those long ago dead</div><div>cars</div><div>trees</div><div>everything you have ever seen,</div><div><i>without eyes</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>plug your ears.</div><div>go in a soundproof room,</div><div>listen to the music, trains,</div><div>thunder, the plunk of a stone in water,</div><div>without your ears</div><div><br /></div><div>mouth closed</div><div>no food anywhere,</div><div> taste the honey,</div><div>chocolate, mint</div><div>onions...</div><div>feel the mouth water,</div><div>the stomach secrete acids,</div><div>without any food anywhere</div><div><br /></div><div>hands closed,</div><div> feel the sandpaper</div><div>silk</div><div>cotton</div><div>sharp glass...feel the pain, the adrenaline</div><div>see the blood</div><div>nothing happening at all to the body</div><div><br /></div><div> inhale</div><div> the lemon,</div><div>the broccoli,</div><div>perfume,</div><div>the sea air</div><div>all while dreaming at night,</div><div>all while dreaming at day</div><div><br /></div><div><i>nothing </i>going on,</div><div>it's <i>all</i> remembered,</div><div>the brain</div><div>acts completely the same</div><div>whether "real"</div><div>or remembered</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>it's</b></i> not doing it either</div><div><i><b>it</b></i></div><div><i>does not know the difference</i></div><div><i>because there is none</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>it's <i>all</i> remembered,</div><div>coming from somewhere else,</div><div>every thing you'll ever experience, </div><div> a memory,</div><div>a recalling up of a past</div><div><br /></div><div>not happening now</div><div><i>just imaging</i></div><div><i>for you to re-view</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>until you realize</i></div><div><i>you have no real eyes</i></div><div><br /></div><div>to project out</div><div>it has to <i>be in</i>,</div><div> first,</div><div><i><b>nothing new</b>,</i></div><div><i>just concepts</i></div><div>and pictures of concepts</div><div><br /></div><div>no information ever</div><div>comes</div><div>to</div><div>the body</div><div><br /></div><div>we couldn't see without eyes</div><div>and hear without ears</div><div>unless</div><div>we don't need them to do it</div><div><br /></div><div><i>unless the body isn't needed</i></div><div><br /></div><div>mind</div><div> <i>sees the body,</i></div><div>not the other way around</div><div><br /></div><div>mind sees, hears, feels, tastes, smells</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>we've been fooled</i></div><div><i>for thousands and thousands of years</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>our thoughts tell us it's the eyes,</div><div>yet every night i close my eyes and see and experience exactly what i experience with eyes open</div><div>"body" reacts exactly the same</div><div><br /></div><div>this means</div><div> the whole world</div><div> is in my mind</div><div><br /></div><div>there is no information that comes to me from the world</div><div><br /></div><div>none</div><div><br /></div><div>be very still</div><div><br /></div><div>notice</div><div>when you think</div><div>you are seeing...</div><div><br /></div><div>what kind of story am i telling...?</div><div><br /></div><div>loveliness</div><div>or </div><div>loneliness?</div><div><br /></div><div>Mama</div><div>or baby?</div><div><br /></div><div>rest</div><div>or</div><div>worry?</div><div><br /></div><div>there is no information that comes to the body</div><div><br /></div><div>nothing is out there</div><div><br /></div><div>i "see" only evidence to support/tell my story</div><div><br /></div><div>what is it i am telling myself now?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1239865779037626554?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-27140102685405246332012-02-17T11:13:00.000-08:002012-02-17T11:30:53.008-08:00all you have to do<div>is <i>tell the truth</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>you need no books, no gurus, no computers, no things, not even any other people, safaris, places, not even a future, no technology, no philosophy...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>it's all within you</i></div><div><i>the simplest thing in the world</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>all you have to do,</i></div><div><i>all you've ever wanted,</i></div><div><i>all peace,</i></div><div><i>is to</i></div><div><i>tell the truth</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>only</div><div><i>all </i></div><div>of it</div><div><br /></div><div>the whole truth </div><div>and nothing but the truth,</div><div>so help me,</div><div>God</div><div><br /></div><div>now is nothing hidden</div><div>to project</div><div><br /></div><div>all guilt has seen light</div><div>and is now golden light of itself</div><div><br /></div><div>it is but this,</div><div><br /></div><div>hide nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>and you are free</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>the truth <i>will</i> set you free... as <i>you</i> <i>tell it to yourself</i> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>hide nothing</div><div>and no hatred can be left in your heart</div><div><br /></div><div>hide no little tiny irritation from yourself</div><div>or "the world owes you"</div><div><br /></div><div>to this crumb</div><div><i>you</i> hold</div><div><i>tightly</i></div><div><i>for security </i></div><div><i>and identity</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div>ignore/avoid nothing</div><div>or you are blind</div><div>to love</div><div><br /></div></span></i></div><div>hold on to no thing,</div><div>no thought</div><div><br /></div><div>question it all</div><div>and it floats down the river</div><div><br /></div><div>clean at last,</div><div>clear </div><div>at last</div><div><br /></div><div>no obstacles</div><div>to love</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2714010268540524633?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-50432379935389324582012-02-16T10:23:00.000-08:002012-02-16T10:32:47.740-08:00there is but One Who knows the Way<div>silence</div><div>be still</div><div>listen</div><div><br /></div><div>all those other voices calling,</div><div>the children in the classroom,</div><div>rambunctious,</div><div>look at me! look at me!</div><div>me first!</div><div><i>he did it first!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>ancient tattle taling</div><div><br /></div><div>the listener is quiet</div><div>calm</div><div>not scared</div><div>by children</div><div><br /></div><div>she's heard it <i>all</i> before</div><div>nothing new</div><div><br /></div><div>no longer surprised</div><div>or convinced</div><div>by these babies</div><div><br /></div><div>they are all just calling for love,</div><div>attention,</div><div>an answer to their prayer:</div><div>love me</div><div>reassure me</div><div><br /></div><div>i hold this tender innocent newborn in my arms,</div><div>i see she wants to grow up,</div><div>and <i>is</i></div><div><i>in every moment</i></div><div><br /></div><div>enlightenment inevitable</div><div>as she <i>hears herself,</i></div><div><i>self realization</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>all my voice</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>she lovingly holds her tiny fingers</div><div>and delights at her tiny smile</div><div><br /></div><div>oh child,</div><div>there is no fear you can ever have</div><div>that can ever be justified</div><div><br /></div><div>a question</div><div>and its answer</div><div>are one</div><div><br /></div><div>baby calls,</div><div> mama answers</div><div><br /></div><div>One cannot exist</div><div>without the other</div><div><br /></div><div>One</div><div><br /></div><div>Whole</div><div><br /></div><div>Holy </div><div>Communion</div><div><br /></div><div>listen...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5043237993538932458?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-38086492152489606712012-02-13T12:53:00.000-08:002012-02-13T13:16:48.270-08:00i do not know <div>the tears of joy</div><div>creation brings</div><div><br /></div><div>the purity </div><div>of no concept</div><div>of fear</div><div><br /></div><div>the absence </div><div>of all belief</div><div><br /></div><div>absence</div><div>absence</div><div>ab sense....a-sense, without senses</div><div>information</div><div>of senses...partial, </div><div>differences, </div><div>coverupping...</div><div><br /></div><div>without</div><div>without</div><div>without</div><div>any senses--eyes,</div><div>skin, ears, tongue....</div><div><br /></div><div>i'll have nothing </div><div>to go on</div><div><br /></div><div>oh</div><div><br /></div><div>here</div><div><br /></div><div>i<i>s finally</i></div><div><i>the jumping off</i></div><div><i>point...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>are you <i>willing</i></div><div>to find out</div><div>what is,</div><div>what <i>truly </i>is</div><div><i>without any past ideas?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>nothing <i>at all</i></div><div>to hold on to</div><div><br /></div><div>falling through space</div><div>without resistance</div><div>without stuckness</div><div>to anything</div><div>any place</div><div>any person</div><div><br /></div><div><i>no rug</i> under you</div><div><br /></div><div><i>no floor</i> you have <i>ever imagined</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>what if...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">you do not fall,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">but rise....</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">are carried,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">lifted up?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">anti-gravity/serious</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">is levity/lighthearted</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">what if there is really a force</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that holds you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and lifts your mind,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">lights your mind,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">lives your mind,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that you have <i>no control over</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>(ie you are not God/you have been very wrong about reality...)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">what if </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">there is no force at all</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that holds you to this earth,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">but in fact a force</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that continually lifts you above it?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">above</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">above</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">above</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">what if </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">it's not your knees</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">God wants,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">but <i>your heart</i>?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hearts <i>do </i>fly,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hearts <i>do</i> carry a body</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">through all circumstances,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">know no limits,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">love beyond death.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">my heart</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>is</i> yours,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">no boundary</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">of skin </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">bones,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">or time </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">or religion</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">it is the Heart</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">we dive back into</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">the Heart that came with us </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">to this picture of earth</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">and <i>whispers </i>always,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">you can fly</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">you can fly</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">you can fly</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i>jump</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><b>hold no one</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><b>to any limit of any kind</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i>you are looking directly</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i>into your own eyes,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i>God's eyes,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i>see</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i>only</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i>God...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i>here</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">are</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">the tears of joy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3808649215248960671?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-59456806441486073012012-02-11T12:19:00.000-08:002012-02-11T12:46:52.142-08:00what color is not part of the rainbow?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>she watches the little girl </div><div>skip along the path</div><div>long since completed</div><div><br /></div><div>oh dear one</div><div>do you see</div><div>from above</div><div>she looks only with love</div><div>sees only love</div><div><br /></div><div>so this innocent beauty</div><div>hopscotching along</div><div>her dress blowing in the breeze</div><div>pigtails flooping,</div><div>cane tap tap tapping</div><div>as she hobbles</div><div>through</div><div> hospital halls,</div><div>her back now curved as a baseball</div><div><br /></div><div>the path is long ago</div><div> complete</div><div><br /></div><div>FatherSon</div><div>never separate for a moment</div><div><br /></div><div>everything,</div><div> a river,</div><div>the blood,</div><div> gushing waterfall,</div><div>pounding rocks,</div><div>smoothing smoothing, even the "hardest" rocks ...flowing,</div><div> cars,</div><div> trains</div><div>of thought</div><div>within</div><div>each microcosm,</div><div>cell,</div><div> movement </div><div>of the giver</div><div><br /></div><div> rains</div><div>and dries up again</div><div><br /></div><div>clouds shifting continuously</div><div><br /></div><div>there is no horror you can imagine</div><div>that is ever true</div><div><br /></div><div>What is FatherSourceParentMover,</div><div>is immutable,</div><div>Fact</div><div><br /></div><div>oh sister</div><div> lover</div><div>brother</div><div>offspring of mind</div><div>one family</div><div> heart</div><div>so safe</div><div>let us tell no love of ours</div><div>a lie,</div><div>let us spread no rumor </div><div>of any possibility other than</div><div>divine substance</div><div><br /></div><div>fear</div><div>war </div><div>danger</div><div>lay still now,</div><div>no more attraction</div><div>to this darling pearl</div><div><br /></div><div>now she watches,</div><div>dreams of,</div><div> tropical fish,</div><div>grace,</div><div>beauty,</div><div>intense yellow,</div><div>blue, purple</div><div>silently held</div><div>looking back at me</div><div>from the aquarium...</div><div><br /></div><div>all directions,</div><div>one,</div><div>no roads</div><div>in water,</div><div>so in God,</div><div>just Love</div><div><br /></div><div>tell me </div><div>tell me</div><div>tell me</div><div>what color </div><div>is not</div><div>part of the rainbow?</div><div><br /></div><div>what word that darts </div><div>into my particular ear</div><div>is not music, rhythm...heart?</div><div><br /></div><div>i once heard my baby say the word, i don't trust you</div><div><br /></div><div>all the sounds in my world</div><div>hit the cymbals,</div><div>the drums,</div><div>the crashing crescendo</div><div>torpedoed straight to my heart</div><div>that so many years later</div><div>a silence between beats is now audible</div><div><br /></div><div>what color </div><div>is not</div><div>part </div><div>of the rainbow?</div><div><br /></div><div>so i</div><div>am you</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5945680644148607301?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-73544428555431095062012-02-09T10:20:00.001-08:002012-02-09T10:35:47.325-08:00"last night"<div>i dreamed of trees</div><div><br /></div><div>the most beautiful</div><div>alive</div><div>trees</div><div>i've ever known</div><div><br /></div><div>indescribable</div><div>in love</div><div>never ever wanting to leave, </div><div>my heart,</div><div>these trees and i</div><div><br /></div><div>in love </div><div>does not say it,</div><div>words</div><div>are so little</div><div>for these images and feelings</div><div><br /></div><div>and then we were leaving</div><div><br /></div><div> the dream, </div><div><i>the vision,</i></div><div><i>remains</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>the love</div><div>the oneness</div><div>absolutely no boundaries</div><div>the people friendly</div><div><br /></div><div>Christ</div><div>in everything,</div><div>in every rosy clay brick,</div><div>the buildings,</div><div>stays with me</div><div><br /></div><div>can never leave</div><div>mind</div><div><br /></div><div> heart overflows</div><div><br /></div><div>here is what painters</div><div>paint from,</div><div>where poems and songs </div><div>arise,</div><div>teachers call forth from students,</div><div><br /></div><div>love</div><div>passion</div><div>oneness</div><div>i share now</div><div>with you/me</div><div><br /></div><div>gold,</div><div>frankinsense,</div><div>myrrh,</div><div><br /></div><div>trees,</div><div><br /></div><div>all me</div><div><br /></div><div>smiling so brightly</div><div><br /></div><div>can you see the Son</div><div>shining</div><div>on </div><div>the </div><div>see?</div><div><br /></div><div> :-)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-7354442855543109506?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-68873265074912817572012-02-08T16:06:00.000-08:002012-02-08T16:14:07.331-08:00it is funny<div><br /><div>i really always believed i need a man to be happy...</div><div><br /></div><div>and now</div><div>there isn't one</div><div><br /></div><div>and the truth is</div><div>i really love this space</div><div><br /></div><div>no other body here</div><div>no man here</div><div>to consider</div><div>to diffuse my focus</div><div>to interfere</div><div>to pay attention to</div><div><br /></div><div>why is it better?</div><div>it truly is</div><div>what a gift</div><div>this silence</div><div>to hear</div><div><br /></div><div>no static</div><div>no chatter</div><div>no requests</div><div>no quests</div><div>no pulls</div><div>no pushes</div><div><br /></div><div>just clear unobstructed space</div><div>to receive</div><div><br /></div><div>reception</div><div><br /></div><div>wedded bliss</div><div><br /></div><div>reception</div><div> of </div><div>God</div><div><br /></div><div>welcoming</div><div><br /></div><div>time allotted</div><div>silence alloted</div><div>nothing else to do</div><div><br /></div><div>just receive</div><div><br /></div><div>experience</div><div>the second coming</div><div><br /></div><div>Christ</div><div>now</div><div>presenting</div><div>flowing</div><div><br /></div><div>just simply coming and coming and coming</div><div><br /></div><div>i don't raise a finger</div><div><br /></div><div>wholly without effort</div><div>is</div><div><br /></div><div>the only thing you ever have to do</div><div><br /></div><div>is stop</div><div>everything</div><div> you are doing</div><div><br /></div><div>without distraction</div><div>God is</div><div><br /></div><div>funny...</div><div>i always thought i needed </div><div>something</div><div>else</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6887326507491281757?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-15904805508759183672012-02-08T09:47:00.000-08:002012-02-08T09:54:30.253-08:00the ego needs a target, a specific<div><br /></div><div>it is the concept of form</div><div><br /></div><div>without it...</div><div><br /></div><div><i>nothing to hold on to</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>topsy turvy</i></div><div><br /></div><div>she tries this on</div><div><br /></div><div>she entertains a new idea...</div><div><br /></div><div>wow! a whole world opens up</div><div><br /></div><div>expanding exponentially </div><div>all the dead,</div><div>the crucified,</div><div>come back to live,</div><div>to love,</div><div>resurrection</div><div><br /></div><div>of course, its exponential</div><div><br /></div><div>do you see the flowers blooming</div><div>as each unloving thought you have ever had </div><div>is shown you</div><div>and undone?</div><div><br /></div><div>for every hurt you've ever felt</div><div>a kiss is now experienced</div><div><br /></div><div>heaven gently opens her petals</div><div>to you</div><div><br /></div><div>all scenery retreats</div><div><br /></div><div>the heart but gives and gives and gives </div><div>and</div><div>gives</div><div><br /></div><div>without</div><div>a target</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1590480550875918367?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-51135498383429488552012-02-08T09:08:00.000-08:002012-02-08T09:18:15.315-08:00falling apart<div><br /></div><div>no ground</div><div>to stand on</div><div><br /></div><div>no evidence</div><div><br /></div><div>it wants to make a case</div><div>to win,</div><div>but nothing holds up</div><div><br /></div><div>it just can't find </div><div>a bad guy,</div><div>a lack of love,</div><div>a sin</div><div>to condemn</div><div><br /></div><div>"frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn"</div><div>just doesn't have a place in the script anymore</div><div><br /></div><div>without a victim</div><div>no separation is possible</div><div><br /></div><div>i've no one to blame</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>who am i now?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and they all lived happily ever after...</div><div><br /></div><div>the monster is shrinking,</div><div>watching from the corner of the stage,</div><div>waiting to be fed</div><div>like the temptation to gossip</div><div>the old lines just hanging in space,</div><div>without a job now</div><div><br /></div><div>identity</div><div>falling apart</div><div><br /></div><div>falling</div><div><br /></div><div>no ground to stand on</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5113549838342948855?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-90101579482893760142012-02-07T23:12:00.000-08:002012-02-07T23:21:33.667-08:00have you ever wondered about<div><i>what you can't see</i></div><div><i>because</i></div><div><i>you believe it is not there?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>test it</div><div><br /></div><div>what if you don't do all the things you think you need to to?</div><div>what if you don't believe your thinking?</div><div>what if you hear everything it tells you as if it is a two year old telling you what to do?</div><div>what if you don't need to "get"?</div><div>what if you are not a sucker up of resources, but a giver, a surplus gifting the universe?</div><div>what if reality is endlessly overflowing, expanding, exuding, increasing?</div><div>what if my function is not to work, but to play?</div><div>what if the nature of human beings is generosity and cooperation?</div><div>what if fear is outmoded/old-fashioned/caveman?</div><div><br /></div><div>what if the answer to everything you ever thought was yes, was really no?</div><div>and the answer to everything you ever thought was no, was yes?</div><div>and all the false was true, and the true, false?</div><div><br /></div><div>what if death is really life?</div><div>and what we think of as life is really death?</div><div><br /></div><div>what if everything we ever believed is backwards?</div><div><br /></div><div>would you stop for a moment</div><div>and</div><div>consider?</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-9010157948289376014?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-47907092728996612042012-02-07T13:58:00.000-08:002012-02-07T14:06:29.153-08:00the thought<div>"i want...."</div><div><br /></div><div>kicks up the dust </div><div>in the mind</div><div><br /></div><div>CLOUDS</div><div>the air</div><div>the space</div><div>the vision</div><div>of <i>everything</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"i want"</i></div><div>boards over</div><div>the spring,</div><div>i can no longer see,</div><div>hear,</div><div><i>feel,</i></div><div>it's flow coming through me</div><div><br /></div><div>the effortless</div><div>fullness,</div><div>the laughter,</div><div>the sparkle </div><div>gone out of my eye</div><div><br /></div><div>the moment</div><div>"i want" kicks up</div><div>the dust in my mind</div><div><br /></div><div>horses stir</div><div>to prepare</div><div>for this endeavor</div><div><br /></div><div>hoofbeats,</div><div>sweat,</div><div>flaring nostrils,</div><div>the call of sex,</div><div>of animal,</div><div>of body</div><div><br /></div><div>"i want"</div><div>blocks</div><div>the stillness,</div><div>Origin</div><div><br /></div><div>i forget</div><div>the still</div><div><br /></div><div>become</div><div>tantrum</div><div>drum</div><div>drum</div><div>drum...</div><div>drumming</div><div>my identity</div><div><br /></div><div>because</div><div>as soon as i stop</div><div><br /></div><div>the silence </div><div>is</div><div><br /></div><div>i shall not want.</div><div>yeah, though i walk </div><div>through the valley</div><div>of the shadow of <i>denial,</i></div><div>i will fear no ego thoughts,</div><div>for stillness is what i am</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-4790709272899661204?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-23973925229972720902012-02-06T15:11:00.000-08:002012-02-06T15:20:20.856-08:00inside <div>your heart</div><div><br /></div><div>is the greatest love </div><div>you will ever </div><div>know</div><div><br /></div><div>inside</div><div>your</div><div>heart</div><div><br /></div><div>grandmother lives</div><div>to tell you</div><div>of her love</div><div><br /></div><div>her story of devotion</div><div>how delicate your forehead curl</div><div>your baby skin</div><div>your sparkling eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>she waits completely</div><div>still</div><div>in your heart</div><div>whenever you are ready</div><div>to climb into her lap</div><div><br /></div><div>dear dear dear child</div><div>my cookies are steaming</div><div>my arms holding you even while</div><div>you dream you are not in them,</div><div><br /></div><div>love</div><div>is </div><div>all</div><div>there </div><div>is</div><div><br /></div><div>come dear blessed angel</div><div>so long asleep</div><div>God is your Name</div><div>Feel this absence of all toys,</div><div>physicality, weight...</div><div><br /></div><div>the wordless...</div><div>grandmother/child</div><div>forever one expanding heart</div><div>encompassing all</div><div>there is</div><div><br /></div><div>inside</div><div>your heart</div><div>is the greatest love</div><div>you will ever </div><div>know</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2397392522997272090?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-82317525481768542572012-02-06T12:17:00.000-08:002012-02-06T12:18:43.979-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">have you ever seen a rainbow appear?</span><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">we don't see it</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">until it's there</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">notice</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">trust the unseen,</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">what rainbow, prism of the whole sprectrum,</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">is there, but not yet seen by our eyes?</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">a man</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">came back,</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">defenseless,</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">sitting there,</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">listening,</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">resting,</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">so nondemanding</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">a space</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">prepared</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">for whatever</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">so grateful</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">for this space</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">"another" offers</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">to lay my thoughts</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">words</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">feelings</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">out in this open space</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">that it might be received</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">with love</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">honor</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">and respect</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">allowed </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">to be</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">wholly</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">fully</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">crying</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">expressing</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">and the friend</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">remains kind,</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">only kind,</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">in the face</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">of any thought</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">redemption</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">so grateful</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">nothing i ever think, say or do</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">can hurt anyone or anything</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">when met</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">with kindness</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">stillness remains forever undisturbed</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">endless song</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">of gratitude</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">rainbow: light shining through the rain</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8231752548176854257?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-55450381186124336022012-02-04T11:25:00.000-08:002012-02-04T11:31:03.788-08:00gift of a blizzard<div><br /></div><div>"alone" on the couch,</div><div>looking out the window,</div><div>checking the computer...</div><div><br /></div><div>no one else here,</div><div>i imagine</div><div>Brooke, Ted, Joann,</div><div>images appear,</div><div>i light up,</div><div>i light myself up,</div><div>thankful for the love</div><div>i feel</div><div>toward these images/symbols</div><div><i>in my mind</i></div><div><br /></div><div>the "snow" piled up on the "tree",</div><div>are these really two separate "things"?</div><div><br /></div><div>without a name,</div><div>there are no numbers,</div><div>no knowing,</div><div>no boundaries</div><div><br /></div><div>i feel happy</div><div>when i look,</div><div>the light</div><div>glistening and bouncing</div><div>to "me"</div><div><br /></div><div>curious</div><div>designer</div><div>of this fantastic!</div><div>fantasy</div><div><br /></div><div>watch</div><div>the parade of images</div><div><br /></div><div>watch</div><div>watch</div><div>watch</div><div><br /></div><div>no one else is here...:-)</div><div><br /></div><div>shut in with "me",</div><div>the universe,</div><div>within</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5545038118612433602?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-628933116092273662012-02-04T10:32:00.000-08:002012-02-04T10:45:08.456-08:00<div><br /></div>Sane Mind<div><i>(our Father Mind Who art In HeavenPerfectPeace)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>re-<i>mind</i> me of You, Sanity</div><div><i>(Thy Kingdom come,</i></div><div><i>our one Will of Joy be remembered)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>when i am tempted</div><div>to believe</div><div>i am not sane...</div><div>i need,</div><div>i want,</div><div>i should be different,</div><div><i>anything </i>should be different</div><div><i>(lead us not into temptation, fear, believing a thought, imagination, worshipping what isn't)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>let us question such insane thinking</div><div><i>(but deliver us from evil)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>for Sanity is All That Is</div><div><i>(for Thine is the Kingdom)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>lies/wishes/misperception have <i>no power</i> over truth/reality</div><div><i>(and the Power)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>nothing feels better than the truth</div><div><i>(and the glory)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>lies/beliefs have never been true</div><div><i>(forever</i>)</div><div><br /></div><div>and so it is</div><div><i>(amen)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-62893311609227366?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-449177632959323512012-02-04T09:59:00.000-08:002012-02-04T10:10:06.484-08:00space<div>is without property,</div><div>handles,</div><div>identification tags</div><div><br /></div><div>luggage tumbling through space,</div><div>underwear flying,</div><div>blouses,</div><div>high heels...</div><div>the suitcase fell open,</div><div>a kaleidoscope now,</div><div>of shapes, colors, designs</div><div>owned by no one now,</div><div>back to the universe</div><div>where they came from</div><div><br /></div><div>so "we" tumble</div><div>through space</div><div><br /></div><div>falling, bending, smiling, now frowning,</div><div>coming around a corner,</div><div>speeding along the freeway,</div><div>now pulling slowly into the driveway</div><div>or floating on a tropical wave</div><div><br /></div><div>where will the universe</div><div>have me burst open to</div><div>next?</div><div>cross what path?</div><div><br /></div><div>"i" remember </div><div>"i" am but one beautiful piece</div><div>of stained glass</div><div>among the infinite</div><div><br /></div><div>where will the Beauty</div><div>shining through me</div><div>fall today?</div><div><br /></div><div>first</div><div><i>on my eyes</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>i behold</i></div><div><i>the emerald glow,</i></div><div><i>the light</i></div><div><i>within</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>receive your Self</i></div><div><i>this day</i></div><div><i>and </i></div><div><i>be whole</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>all beauty </i></div><div><i>in heaven</i></div><div><i> and earth</i></div><div><i>is you</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-44917763295932351?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-64518246985889512012-02-03T15:06:00.001-08:002012-02-03T15:17:19.385-08:00the snowflakes show us <div>what's invisible</div><div>is there</div><div><br /></div><div>the unseen air</div><div>is now visible</div><div><br /></div><div>it's always moving,</div><div>blowing</div><div>filling the space</div><div>that <i>seems</i> empty,</div><div>between us,</div><div>to prove </div><div>we are two</div><div><br /></div><div>but </div><div>if the space</div><div>is <i>not</i> empty,</div><div>but full,</div><div>and there <i>is no space,</i></div><div><i>then there is only one</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>nothing not touching the whole,</div><div>no speck of your body</div><div>not being touched,</div><div>in connection</div><div>with the whole</div><div>at all times</div><div><br /></div><div>thank you, flakes,</div><div>that show us,</div><div>they do not fall straight to the ground,</div><div>there is no vacuum,</div><div>no gap,</div><div>in God</div><div><br /></div><div><i>nothing</i></div><div><i>ever</i></div><div><i>leaves</i></div><div><br /></div><div>the snow may seem to vanish...</div><div>but that is only</div><div>through</div><div>the eyes of a child...</div><div><br /></div><div>mama</div><div>does not cry for the melting of a snowflake...</div><div>she sings for the fertile crop she knows it will bring</div><div>in the spring,</div><div>the rushing rivers,</div><div>the bath water,</div><div>and boiling soup...</div><div><br /></div><div>come, little snowflakes, come</div><div>and</div><div>we sing</div><div>and we sing</div><div>and we sing</div><div>at this abundance</div><div>this fullness</div><div>eternal...</div><div><br /></div><div>a picture of Love...</div><div>no price to be paid...</div><div>it's all <i>free,</i></div><div><i>as long as you love it</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6451824698588951?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-49495886888544988762012-02-03T14:31:00.000-08:002012-02-03T14:39:53.817-08:00flakes swirling<div>floating</div><div>seem to be outside </div><div>the window</div><div><br /></div><div>ideas</div><div>float and swirl</div><div>millions of them</div><div>in this space</div><div><br /></div><div>one at a time</div><div>they come to rest gently</div><div>on my hand or nose</div><div>and melt</div><div>from the warmth</div><div><br /></div><div>i love this space</div><div>to meet the ancient,</div><div>the one</div><div>who continues to knock</div><div>and knock and knock...</div><div><br /></div><div>lost child,</div><div>momma!</div><div>momma!</div><div>momma!</div><div>it's cold out here</div><div>it's snowing</div><div>help me...</div><div><br /></div><div>momma,</div><div>i need...</div><div>i want...</div><div>you should...</div><div><br /></div><div>momma,</div><div>can you hear me?</div><div>over and over and over</div><div>the child cries</div><div>until we sit still,</div><div>and open the door,</div><div>sit her on our lap,</div><div>and really listen</div><div><br /></div><div>tell me everything, child,</div><div>'til you have no more to tell</div><div><br /></div><div>i will hold you through it all</div><div>you are safe here</div><div>your story can not hurt you any more</div><div><br /></div><div>i hold you</div><div>always</div><div><br /></div><div>we are held</div><div><br /></div><div>by Infinite Love</div><div><br /></div><div>cry your eyes out</div><div>feel your feelings</div><div>let them live</div><div>let them pass through</div><div><br /></div><div>love</div><div>is</div><div>forever</div><div>home</div><div><br /></div><div>come, little snowflakes, come</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-4949588688854498876?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-58663845489212575702012-02-01T09:41:00.000-08:002012-02-01T09:49:06.371-08:00<div><br /></div><div>without a future</div><div>i am so still</div><div>i see the roses bloom...</div><div>slowly</div><div>slowly </div><div>slowly unfurl</div><div><br /></div><div>flowing sculpture recreating continuously</div><div>beauty</div><div>opening</div><div>opening</div><div>opening</div><div><br /></div><div>the inside revealing itself</div><div>ever so slowly</div><div><br /></div><div>i only notice</div><div>when i am very still</div><div><br /></div><div>otherwise,</div><div>hurrying along,</div><div>mind in the imaginary future,</div><div>i miss it</div><div>i perceive they are doing nothing at all,</div><div>just sitting there day after day after day...</div><div>and i want to hurry them along,</div><div>rip them open</div><div>to find what is kept secret</div><div>from my sight</div><div>in the future</div><div><br /></div><div>mind dictates to them</div><div>to keep up with my</div><div>wildly frantic flailing</div><div><br /></div><div>how lovely </div><div>roses aren't insane</div><div><br /></div><div>they demonstrate,</div><div>remind,</div><div>me of the sanity</div><div>i am</div><div>without a future</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5866384548921257570?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-49977830715586138792012-01-31T10:53:00.000-08:002012-01-31T11:16:17.817-08:00feeling incompleteness<div>is one</div><div>and the same</div><div>with identifying with body/physical</div><div><br /></div><div>true joy</div><div>is only possible</div><div>when we truly realize</div><div>the body is a <i>picture</i></div><div>of a thought</div><div>that is not true</div><div><br /></div><div>body/physical</div><div>is not</div><div>our identity</div><div><br /></div><div>yes, Virginia!</div><div>there <i>must</i> be something bigger going on!</div><div>you are <i>so </i>right...</div><div><br /></div><div>i loose the world </div><div>my self</div><div>my body</div><div>you</div><div>all my thinking</div><div>this war zone</div><div>from what "i" thought it was--</div><div>physical</div><div>limited</div><div>solid</div><div>fixed</div><div>causal</div><div><br /></div><div>reality is <i>streaming</i></div><div><br /></div><div>flow</div><div><i>merging</i></div><div>all one</div><div>all fitting perfectly</div><div><i>no gaps</i></div><div><i>no contradictions</i></div><div><br /></div><div>imagination</div><div><br /></div><div>we perceive it in slow motion</div><div>byte</div><div>by</div><div>byte</div><div>so we can <i>see</i> it</div><div>and come home</div><div><br /></div><div>focus on "our" little byte</div><div>blinds us to </div><div>the stream</div><div><i><b>this feels like pain</b></i></div><div><br /></div><div>peace</div><div>to my mind</div><div>let all my thoughts be still</div><div><i>allow,</i></div><div> not force, </div><div>not command,</div><div> <i>no efforting</i></div><div><br /></div><div>and</div><div>they come</div><div>like little children</div><div>to their mats</div><div>and lay down </div><div>quietly</div><div>so innocently</div><div><br /></div><div>the wild puppy</div><div>sleeps soundly</div><div>in front of the fire</div><div>warm, cozy,</div><div>so safe and content</div><div><br /></div><div>her master</div><div>sitting close beside her/</div><div>deep</div><div>within </div><div>her</div><div><br /></div><div>ever here</div><div>ever there</div><div>everywhere</div><div>MotherLove</div><div><br /></div><div>Truth</div><div><br /></div><div>be not fooled</div><div>by the flicker</div><div>on the tv screen</div><div><br /></div><div><i>of course</i></div><div>there is something behind it</div><div><br /></div><div>and</div><div>what's </div><div><i>behind that?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>so...every thing we look upon</div><div>including the one looking out...</div><div><br /></div><div>what's the source you are an expression of...?</div><div>behind</div><div>behind</div><div>behind</div><div><br /></div><div>be still</div><div>and listen</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-4997783071558613879?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-50223328980935032282012-01-29T11:02:00.000-08:002012-01-29T11:13:33.201-08:00space<div><br /></div><div>the void</div><div><br /></div><div>black hole</div><div><br /></div><div>where <i>not one</i> of your beliefs </div><div>has any </div><div>foundation</div><div><br /></div><div>can find any </div><div>support</div><div><br /></div><div>it falls flat</div><div>empty claims</div><div>unsubstantiated evidence</div><div>manufactured</div><div>doesn't hold up</div><div>to investigation</div><div><br /></div><div>witnesses fall apart</div><div>when questioned</div><div><br /></div><div>nothing to stand on</div><div>they truly</div><div>simply</div><div>fall</div><div>away</div><div><br /></div><div>where "you" don't hold up</div><div>under the microscope</div><div><br /></div><div>your cells</div><div>but a river</div><div>flowing</div><div>emerging and sloughing off</div><div>here today</div><div>and gone tomorrow</div><div><br /></div><div><i>nothing</i></div><div>to hold on to</div><div><br /></div><div>words, thoughts emerge</div><div>emerge</div><div>emerge</div><div><i>no such thing as a point in time</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>is the river <b>ever still</b>?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>so "you"</i></div><div><i>are poured</i></div><div><i>forever</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">never into a cup</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">the cup itself</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">is liquid</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>do you see see see</i></div><div><i>the flow flow flow?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>there is <i>nothing</i></div><div>you can claim</div><div><i>even for a second</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>there is</i></div><div><i>no</i></div><div><i>solid </i></div><div><i>ground :-)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>amen</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5022332898093503228?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-75800263412929666782012-01-29T10:03:00.000-08:002012-01-29T10:19:46.545-08:00i'm not there...enlightened<div><br /></div><div>is it true?</div><div><br /></div><div>no</div><div><br /></div><div>the <i><b>un</b>-</i>conscious </div><div>is the <i>guiding force</i> of your life</div><div><br /></div><div>the <i>un</i>-concious</div><div>what i don't conciously think</div><div>is where enlightenment lives...</div><div> spirit</div><div>the invisible</div><div>unknowable</div><div>untouchable</div><div> the only reality there is</div><div>the changeless</div><div>behind</div><div>everything</div><div><br /></div><div>it is but "your thoughts"</div><div>that hide it from your awareness of it</div><div>your memory of it</div><div>your realization</div><div><br /></div><div>it is but "your thoughts"</div><div><i>that are the fence</i></div><div><i>the <b>defense</b></i></div><div>the veil</div><div><br /></div><div>think not </div><div>there is anything you can do</div><div><br /></div><div>only this</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">see</span></i></div><div><i>what you are believing</i></div><div>and question it</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>these beliefs</div><div>are who you think you are</div><div><br /></div><div>it's not true now</div><div>nor ever has been</div><div><br /></div><div>your stories</div><div>are the lie</div><div>you cherish</div><div>in place </div><div>of the invisible</div><div>the real</div><div>the vacuum</div><div>where not one of <i>your </i>thoughts</div><div>is <i>believed</i></div><div><br /></div><div>nothing but a trash pile</div><div>recycling thought after thought after thought</div><div><br /></div><div>like a hoarder</div><div>our mind</div><div>is clogged up</div><div>temporarily</div><div><br /></div><div>each thought holds our attention</div><div>while all around us</div><div>is infinite space</div><div><br /></div><div>is something/anything really better than nothing?</div><div><br /></div><div>the breath </div><div>shows us...</div><div>hang on to nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>in </div><div>out</div><div>in </div><div>out</div><div>to stop for a moment</div><div>brings discomfort</div><div><br /></div><div>anything in the way </div><div>brings stress</div><div><br /></div><div>there is nothing we want</div><div>more than</div><div>empty space</div><div><br /></div><div>space</div><div>for</div><div>anything</div><div><br /></div><div>what</div><div>are </div><div>you</div><div>believing/holding on to</div><div>in place</div><div>of space?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-7580026341292966678?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-3415452168197367452012-01-23T12:50:00.000-08:002012-01-23T12:56:41.186-08:00have you ever seen radiance cry?<div><br /></div><div>only tears of joy</div><div><br /></div><div>only a river of purity</div><div>gushing through</div><div>to clear out all the flotsam</div><div><br /></div><div>in the most graceful way possible</div><div><br /></div><div>see her glistening fingers</div><div>not miss </div><div>one detail</div><div>of impurity</div><div>of scum</div><div>remaining on the bank</div><div><br /></div><div>see how she scours</div><div>every cranny</div><div>so no decay blocks</div><div>the reflection of light</div><div>back to her</div><div><br /></div><div>oh such dear attention </div><div>to even the tiniest discomfort</div><div><br /></div><div>who wouldn't cry</div><div>at such a love as this?</div><div><br /></div><div>only Infinite Perfect Love </div><div>would be so kind</div><div>so thorough</div><div>so free of effort</div><div>resting for no moment</div><div>in this image of time</div><div><br /></div><div>every tick on the clock</div><div>brings but another kiss</div><div>another kiss</div><div>another kiss</div><div><br /></div><div>from the One Who</div><div>watches over us</div><div>without sleep,</div><div>the true,</div><div>the lovely,</div><div>the Infinite,</div><div>Mystery</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-341545216819736745?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-89926409776323733772012-01-23T12:30:00.000-08:002012-01-23T12:37:53.556-08:00i give my mind to clarity/sanity<div><br /></div><div>without the thought "i need him"</div><div><br /></div><div>i am the fire</div><div>the flame</div><div>my own life</div><div><br /></div><div>flame is</div><div><br /></div><div>warm heart</div><div>bread rising in the oven</div><div>levitating</div><div><br /></div><div>can't stop yeast from rising</div><div>it's what it does</div><div><br /></div><div>contracting, a silly thought</div><div><br /></div><div>Heaven</div><div>is the expansion,</div><div>extension</div><div>of purity,</div><div>innocence,</div><div>wholly without resistance, friction, conflict</div><div><br /></div><div>the lit mind</div><div>extends forever</div><div><br /></div><div>can fire really know darkness?</div><div>ever be</div><div>dark?</div><div>that's a joke</div><div><br /></div><div>so light,</div><div>is all there is</div><div><br /></div><div>vision isn't blindness</div><div><br /></div><div>home is never strange</div><div><br /></div><div>no one is a stranger</div><div>because</div><div>you <i>are</i> Home</div><div><br /></div><div>the deeper you go</div><div>the clearer you see</div><div><br /></div><div>the clearer you see</div><div>there is no other,</div><div>nor any possibility of loss</div><div><br /></div><div>look in</div><div>in</div><div>in</div><div><br /></div><div>it's only when i focus "outside" me</div><div>do i miss home</div><div>my Self</div><div>Creator</div><div>Mother</div><div>Father</div><div>my Love</div><div>my Heart</div><div><br /></div><div>i give my mind</div><div>to Clarity</div><div><br /></div><div>amen</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8992640977632373377?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-77183171666393303602012-01-23T11:49:00.000-08:002012-01-23T12:02:18.944-08:00how funny to imagine<div>someone can travel far away</div><div>sail round the world</div><div>be</div><div>out of sight</div><div>out of mind</div><div>out of reach</div><div>out of touch</div><div><br /></div><div>outside</div><div>me</div><div><br /></div><div>i image</div><div>space</div><div><br /></div><div>a symbol of separation</div><div>or </div><div>fresh air</div><div>flexibility</div><div>stillness</div><div>nonattachment</div><div>infinity</div><div><br /></div><div>what does space mean?</div><div>what meaning do "i"</div><div>give it?</div><div><br /></div><div>is it empty </div><div>or full?</div><div><br /></div><div>room to dance and fly</div><div>or absence</div><div>of love</div><div>a lap</div><div>a kiss</div><div>a hug?</div><div><br /></div><div>oh holy mind,</div><div>dreamer of all it sees,</div><div>how funny to imagine</div><div>anyone can sail away</div><div>from my Heart</div><div><br /></div><div>all encompassing</div><div>of every thought</div><div>every symbol</div><div>every action</div><div><br /></div><div>blessed</div><div>com-passion</div><div><br /></div><div>i am for you</div><div>always</div><div>always</div><div>all ways</div><div><br /></div><div>for you</div><div><br /></div><div>and that's the truth</div><div>not imagination</div><div><br /></div><div>giving and receiving,</div><div>all there is</div><div><br /></div><div>mind calling</div><div>and responding</div><div><br /></div><div>song,</div><div>mama</div><div>and</div><div>child...</div><div><br /></div><div>hush little baby,</div><div>don't you cry,</div><div>mama's gonna sing you</div><div>a lullabye...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-7718317166639330360?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-3515368498240470032012-01-23T10:48:00.000-08:002012-01-23T11:01:15.224-08:00i thank me<div><br /></div><div>for all i gave myself</div><div><br /></div><div>and</div><div>for letting him go </div><div><br /></div><div>i thank me</div><div>for not teaching he is guilty,</div><div>for letting him of "scottfree"</div><div><br /></div><div>i celebrate my new found freedom</div><div>from blame</div><div><br /></div><div>lightness </div><div>lightness</div><div>lightness</div><div><br /></div><div>arms rise of themselves</div><div>as if coming up from the depths of the sea</div><div>the pressure is gone</div><div>chest expands</div><div>honestly,</div><div> lungs have double capacity </div><div>for oxygen,</div><div>happy healthy blood cells restored</div><div>to "normal"</div><div>natural state of saturation</div><div><br /></div><div>euphoria</div><div>relief</div><div><br /></div><div>ah the blessed mary <i>has </i>watched over me</div><div><br /></div><div>through all my resistance</div><div>sadness</div><div>pattern</div><div>ancient stuckness</div><div>dependency</div><div><br /></div><div>she has held me fast</div><div>giving me what i tantrummed and fought against,</div><div>yet truly wanted</div><div><br /></div><div>let him go</div><div>and you are free</div><div><br /></div><div>clinging is insanity,</div><div>an affirmation i am lacking</div><div><br /></div><div>it is not so</div><div><br /></div><div>he goes</div><div>i bloom</div><div><br /></div><div>he goes</div><div>i live again</div><div><br /></div><div>he goes</div><div>i come home</div><div><br /></div><div>he goes away</div><div>i come near and dear to me</div><div><br /></div><div>i thank me now</div><div>for this long awaited rite of passage</div><div><br /></div><div>wholeness of the flower</div><div><br /></div><div>do you notice flowers don't hang out as couples?</div><div><br /></div><div>they each offer all their beauty to everyone</div><div><br /></div><div>violet, turquoise, pink, yellow, lime</div><div>glowing in the sunlight</div><div><br /></div><div>what am i</div><div>but a rainbow?</div><div><br /></div><div>the light of God</div><div>coming through me</div><div><br /></div><div>appearing for a moment</div><div>after the rain</div><div><br /></div><div>beauty</div><div><br /></div><div>no future</div><div>no past</div><div><br /></div><div>just</div><div>beauty</div><div>now...</div><div><br /></div><div>it's time for me</div><div>to see it,</div><div>yes,</div><div>it's time for </div><div>me</div><div>to see</div><div>me</div><div><br /></div><div>to thank</div><div>me</div><div>for </div><div>my</div><div>beauty</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-351536849824047003?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-78259565328607872902012-01-21T12:49:00.001-08:002012-01-21T13:17:11.967-08:00who/what would i be<div>without the thought i am alone?</div><div><br /></div><div>i notice my breathing</div><div>being</div><div>breathed</div><div><br /></div><div>being done</div><div>it</div><div>reaches over and gets a sip of coffee</div><div>writes these words</div><div>adjusts the pillow under this notebook</div><div>a sip of water</div><div>the stream continues</div><div>slows</div><div>stillness</div><div>asks again</div><div>without the thought I am alone...</div><div>i extend out forever</div><div>i am a flower</div><div>my palms, the tulip petals</div><div>being</div><div>being</div><div>being</div><div>a smile blooms on my face</div><div>my lips turn upward</div><div>without a trace of strain</div><div><br /></div><div>it would only be a strain to hold it back,</div><div>to resist it</div><div>to hide it and not let it shine</div><div>be expressed</div><div>reflected </div><div>manifested</div><div><br /></div><div>i am reminded of the intimacy i share</div><div>with people even after long stretches of seeming time</div><div><br /></div><div>i see it doesn't matter how often i talk to someone</div><div>or get together</div><div>i see its how i see them in my mind</div><div>when they do appear</div><div><br /></div><div>without the thought i am alone</div><div>i am gratitude</div><div>for each face</div><div>each heart</div><div><br /></div><div>i remember all the gifts</div><div>that live now</div><div>in me/as me</div><div><br /></div><div>appreciation</div><div>i bless them</div><div>i am a blessing to the world,</div><div>upon the world</div><div>without the thought i am alone</div><div><br /></div><div>free</div><div>pacified</div><div>curious</div><div>restful</div><div>softly waiting</div><div>like the pad on a cat's paw,</div><div>like the content cat</div><div>who sits so still</div><div>and has nothing to do</div><div>and nowhere to go</div><div>and is ready for anything,</div><div>ready to jump and play and chase</div><div>right now</div><div><br /></div><div>i need no preparation</div><div>for the next moment</div><div><br /></div><div>being totally at rest,</div><div>i am ready</div><div>for anything</div><div><br /></div><div>i am a kid again</div><div>happily playing</div><div>totally absorbed</div><div>in my doll, or sand, or clay</div><div>or painting</div><div>or watching the goldfish</div><div>or petting the cat</div><div><br /></div><div>in my own little world</div><div>making up all the rules of my make believe town</div><div>having fun</div><div>making up all the characters</div><div>and the funny words they say to each other.</div><div>('i want to get married and have a baby" , I wrote in my tiny notebook around the age of 8,</div><div>as the script of some adults i made up)</div><div><br /></div><div>without the thought i am alone</div><div>i see the play going on everywhere all around me </div><div>i see i can jump in any time</div><div>or just watch</div><div>just watch</div><div>the show</div><div>give a hand when asked</div><div>and listen</div><div><br /></div><div>hear</div><div>everybody's heart</div><div>see me in every word</div><div><br /></div><div>i come home </div><div>to my brother</div><div>and sister</div><div><br /></div><div>i see </div><div>the Oneness</div><div><br /></div><div>i hear every word you say</div><div>coming directly from God/Love</div><div>to me</div><div><br /></div><div>i see </div><div>the Love Song never stops</div><div><br /></div><div>the sound of traffic</div><div>the steam of the boiling water</div><div>the silence of the cat on the window sill</div><div>the sunbeams bouncing off the paper</div><div>and spraying all over the room</div><div><br /></div><div>my heart</div><div>my breath</div><div>the tv turned off</div><div>the giant kiss of words in my book</div><div><br /></div><div>the music forever</div><div>giving</div><div>panting</div><div>pouncing</div><div>ga-sliding</div><div>leafing out</div><div>and falling crumpled to the floor</div><div>again</div><div><br /></div><div>amen</div><div><br /></div><div>i am</div><div>never</div><div>alone</div><div><br /></div><div>thoughts are vines</div><div>a jungle is not a vacant lot</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-7825956532860787290?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-85189181288674598022012-01-21T10:06:00.000-08:002012-01-21T10:27:04.820-08:00laughter will re-place all pain,<div>denial,</div><div>forgetting,</div><div>lies</div><div><br /></div><div>i choose the joy of God instead of pain</div><div><br /></div><div>laughter/freedom is my inheritance</div><div>in-here-nt</div><div><br /></div><div>a joke always has a truth</div><div>and then a funny take on it,</div><div>a strange, surprising</div><div>delightful, innocent mishearing,</div><div>mis-seeing</div><div>mis-interpretation </div><div>mis-take</div><div><br /></div><div>mis-understanding brings joy</div><div>reminds us nothing is serious</div><div>there is room/space</div><div>of lightheartedness,</div><div>indeed, that space <i>is Life</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>like Art Linkletter's </div><div>kid's say the darndest things :-)</div><div><br /></div><div>we can see ourselves</div><div>our child thoughts now</div><div>with <i>love</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>perhaps, we think, a "reason" to have kids</div><div>is they keep us seeing things lightheartedly...</div><div>falling down they jump right up and laugh and go on</div><div>they pull us in</div><div>to play games</div><div>and lay on the grass and look up at the clouds</div><div>daydream</div><div>watch ants for hours</div><div>building hills</div><div>marvelling at their strength and cooperation</div><div>operating as one</div><div><br /></div><div>and they/we</div><div>pick a dandelion</div><div>for our mom</div><div>as an expression of pure love</div><div><br /></div><div><i>reminding us it's not what we do,</i></div><div><i>but the love we do it with</i></div><div><br /></div><div>we're (child thoughts) not in the future--</div><div>looking for the end of the rainbow</div><div>nor thinking we shouldn't be afraid</div><div><br /></div><div>we just are</div><div>we just express our feelings</div><div>screaming, crying, jealously hitting,</div><div>loving deeply</div><div><br /></div><div>we make lots of mistake</div><div>as naturally as we breathe</div><div>it's <i><b>how</b></i> we learn</div><div><br /></div><div>the only choice is</div><div>do we laugh</div><div>or cry?</div><div><br /></div><div>why would you fill up your dad's shoes with water?</div><div>or cut up a chair with scissors?</div><div>or try to dig a hole to the earth</div><div>through the cement floor of your basement? :-)</div><div><br /></div><div><i>i give everything all the meaning it has</i></div><div>it all makes perfect sense to the thinker.</div><div><br /></div><div>where the literal thinking is brought to light,</div><div>we see the non-sense--</div><div>no common sense:</div><div>if i yell at you, you'll love me</div><div>if i attack you/throw a tantrum, you'll cooperate, respect my point of view, listen to me...</div><div><br /></div><div>silly!</div><div>child!</div><div><br /></div><div>the grown up</div><div>can</div><div>laugh...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8518918128867459802?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-51708361522225956352012-01-19T10:49:00.000-08:002012-01-19T10:55:42.481-08:00mystery<div><br /></div><div>before me </div><div>always</div><div><i>all ways</i></div><div><br /></div><div>you do not <i>know</i></div><div><i>you have no idea</i></div><div><i>no understanding</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>it </i>cannot be revealed</div><div>unveiled</div><div>while you <i>think you know</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>magical mystery tour</div><div>yes!</div><div>every moment a surprise!</div><div><br /></div><div>with a forecast,</div><div>casting a spell forward</div><div>of the past</div><div>of the known</div><div>where can creation</div><div>freedom</div><div>life</div><div>be?</div><div><br /></div><div>with the past thrown on top of it?</div><div><br /></div><div>oh dear</div><div>dear</div><div>dear</div><div>girl</div><div>remember</div><div>the Mystery</div><div>the Great Mystery</div><div>of You</div><div>the depths unknown</div><div>unseen</div><div>where all things are perfectly blessed</div><div>perfect wholeness</div><div>is not even written about</div><div>because</div><div>nothing else ever was</div><div>conceived</div><div><br /></div><div>a mystery</div><div>from where i stand</div><div>looking through fragmenting lenses</div><div><br /></div><div>how would reality look</div><div>if i threw my past to the wind?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5170836152222595635?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-32760861429582634542012-01-19T09:51:00.000-08:002012-01-19T10:05:55.366-08:00i remain<div>as God</div><div>created me</div><div><br /></div><div>re main</div><div><br /></div><div>haven't gone out</div><div>haven't branched out</div><div>haven't differentiated </div><div>in anyway, shape, form</div><div><br /></div><div>main</div><div>re-One</div><div>re-union </div><div>branch re-turns</div><div>back </div><div>around</div><div><br /></div><div>looks trunkward</div><div><i>knows</i></div><div><i>sees</i></div><div><i>the oneness</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>so looking inward</div><div>all </div><div>there is to </div><div>see</div><div>is</div><div>God</div><div><br /></div><div>i see all the images (in mind)</div><div>are mine</div><div><br /></div><div>of</div><div>One</div><div><br /></div><div>image/me</div><div><br /></div><div>come nigh</div><div>fearful image</div><div>terror in night</div><div>anxiety gone wild</div><div><br /></div><div>come closer</div><div>the closer i get</div><div>right into it</div><div>i see i made it up</div><div><br /></div><div>i see</div><div>my body sweats</div><div>and heart races</div><div>muscles tense as rocks</div><div>head aches</div><div>adrenaline rushes </div><div>from head to toe</div><div><br /></div><div>i see </div><div>its all</div><div>switched on </div><div>by one little thought</div><div><br /></div><div>and i see <i>it's a magic show</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>i pull the opposite thought out of my hat</div><div>and </div><div>the sun rises!</div><div>the rainbow shimmers after the rain!</div><div>my body relaxes,</div><div>rests,</div><div>can finally sleep,</div><div>smiling</div><div>sweetly</div><div>with gratitude</div><div>for this heavenly state of mind</div><div><br /></div><div>ownership </div><div>is freedom</div><div><br /></div><div>ownership</div><div>is all power</div><div>in Heaven and in earth</div><div><br /></div><div>One Power</div><div>Mind</div><div>Love</div><div><br /></div><div>re- main</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3276086142958263454?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-11417454617317569772012-01-18T20:51:00.000-08:002012-01-18T20:57:48.844-08:00I gently release him<div>back to the river</div><div>(catch and release :-)</div><div><br /></div><div>river of life,</div><div>ever moving,</div><div>the movie,</div><div>and stillness</div><div>remains forever still</div><div><br /></div><div>from here i watch</div><div>from here</div><div>from here</div><div>from here</div><div>i watch him go</div><div>nowhere</div><div><br /></div><div>he cannot</div><div>walk</div><div>out of my mind</div><div>out of my heart</div><div>out of my life</div><div><br /></div><div>i made him up</div><div>he cannot leave</div><div>his source</div><div><br /></div><div>gratitude remains</div><div>for this amazing learning partner</div><div><br /></div><div>we graduate now</div><div><br /></div><div>and open a new chapter</div><div>with a new learning partner</div><div>a new class</div><div>just like in school</div><div><br /></div><div>september </div><div>new friends and old</div><div><br /></div><div>it's all review now</div><div>it's all old friends now</div><div>no one really new</div><div><br /></div><div>the only companion is you</div><div><br /></div><div>you</div><div>smiles back to you</div><div>from every face</div><div><br /></div><div>there's nothing to fear</div><div><br /></div><div>everyone you see is you</div><div><br /></div><div>(we silently smile to ourselves</div><div>why are you pretending you don't know me?)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1141745461731756977?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-28342014231992316152012-01-16T12:33:00.000-08:002012-01-16T12:41:23.777-08:00body's eyes closed<div><br /></div><div>i see the ocean</div><div><br /></div><div>i <i>am</i> the ocean--</div><div>the image maker of</div><div><br /></div><div>the beauty,</div><div>the sparkle </div><div>on the water,</div><div>the sun,</div><div>the waves crashing</div><div>gracefully</div><div>surging up</div><div>translucent green</div><div><br /></div><div>i am the shops,</div><div>the sales clerk,</div><div>the fashion,</div><div>the sheer gauzy blouse in the window.</div><div><br /></div><div>joy</div><div>play</div><div>abundant garden of mind</div><div>or</div><div>lack</div><div>"other"</div><div>jealous</div><div>comparison</div><div><br /></div><div>what meaning do i give to the meaningless?</div><div><br /></div><div>maker of my universe,</div><div>is this thing i see across the room</div><div>a body</div><div>or a candle,</div><div>my heart,</div><div>true love</div><div>of Love,</div><div>shared identity,</div><div>no separation,</div><div>no other instant</div><div>but this</div><div><br /></div><div>completion</div><div>no other</div><div><br /></div><div>when i see we are identical</div><div><br /></div><div>Love</div><div><br /></div><div>Identical</div><div><br /></div><div>thank you</div><div>thank you</div><div>thank you</div><div>my heart beats</div><div>the ocean roars</div><div>the waves keep coming </div><div>coming</div><div>coming...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2834201423199231615?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-51702465126429088572012-01-16T10:15:00.000-08:002012-01-16T10:28:07.579-08:00he's leaving...<div><br /></div><div>what if I just get in my new boat</div><div>and enjoy the ride...</div><div>the new sights...</div><div>the forgiven world?</div><div><br /></div><div>not clinging,</div><div>not replaying </div><div>the past</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm in the new boat now</div><div><br /></div><div>would i look</div><div>for a moment</div><div>without the past?</div><div><br /></div><div>and receive the beauty,</div><div>the presence,</div><div>the awareness of Love</div><div>gushing to me?</div><div><br /></div><div>hey,</div><div>nothing serious here,</div><div>let's try something new...</div><div>i think i'll get off that roller coaster</div><div>and see what stillness feels like </div><div>for a while...</div><div>a little balance</div><div><br /></div><div><i>the Heart of God is impossible to break</i></div><div><br /></div><div>How can you dry up an ocean?</div><div><br /></div><div>come on, mind,</div><div>where Love created all</div><div>can it really be scarce?</div><div><br /></div><div>it may appear a desert exists</div><div>where once an ocean was...</div><div>but, have you ever paused to wonder</div><div>where all that water has gone...?</div><div><br /></div><div>that it's <i>in you now,</i></div><div>in the very air you are breathing,</div><div>in the river that runs by your house</div><div>and pours out of the faucet?</div><div><br /></div><div>that it's closer than you can see,</div><div>running through your veins</div><div>even while you sleep?</div><div><br /></div><div>and can <i>you </i>make the water?</div><div>have you ever had <i>anything</i> to do with it?</div><div><br /></div><div>and</div><div>can you really</div><div>destroy life?</div><div><br /></div><div>think again</div><div><br /></div><div>Life,</div><div>before you</div><div>after you</div><div>all around you</div><div>beating your heart</div><div>while you do nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>notice</div><div>notice</div><div>notice</div><div><br /></div><div>sailing</div><div><br /></div><div>carried</div><div><br /></div><div>by the wind</div><div><br /></div><div>on the open sea</div><div><br /></div><div>freedom</div><div><br /></div><div>amen</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5170246512642908857?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-18201228112511548652012-01-09T13:36:00.000-08:002012-01-09T13:49:28.104-08:00he won't let me say what I want...<div><br /></div><div>i realize</div><div>i </div><div>won't let me say what I want</div><div><br /></div><div>and oh,</div><div>what a loving thing...</div><div>I see it's Love Who won't react,</div><div>Whose watching over me</div><div><br /></div><div>I see I'm awake and listening</div><div>and I see attack will only breed more attack...</div><div><br /></div><div>I see it's the ego </div><div>screaming</div><div>for it's life</div><div><br /></div><div>there's a cat</div><div>inside my chest</div><div><br /></div><div>yowling!</div><div><br /></div><div>throwing itself at the window</div><div>when it perceives another cat/itself</div><div>outside--</div><div>a stranger, invader, thief</div><div>in it's territory</div><div><br /></div><div>the power of a belief</div><div><br /></div><div>in a frenzy</div><div>tail exploded</div><div>wild-eyed</div><div>frantic</div><div><br /></div><div>i watch,</div><div>observe carefully,</div><div>what is that sensation?</div><div><br /></div><div>like the smell of popcorn </div><div>in the movie theater</div><div>put there to convince us</div><div>we are hungry...</div><div><br /></div><div>is it true?</div><div><br /></div><div>a moment before we smelled it,</div><div>before we walked in the door,</div><div>where</div><div>was our mind?</div><div><br /></div><div>the clear blue sky</div><div>blocked now</div><div>in the dark</div><div>of the theater</div><div><br /></div><div>i see but through </div><div>the giant yellow eyes</div><div>on the screen...</div><div><br /></div><div>kill</div><div>or be killed!</div><div><br /></div><div>where is love now?</div><div><br /></div><div>the fresh air remains</div><div>a step away</div><div><br /></div><div>the warm sun,</div><div>the tender new shoots,`</div><div>live</div><div>now</div><div><br /></div><div>choose...</div><div>would you die</div><div>killing your brother,</div><div>being right,</div><div><br /></div><div>or </div><div>would you</div><div>be wrong about everything</div><div>and</div><div>see love</div><div>everywhere you look?</div><div><br /></div><div>my child,</div><div>rest,</div><div>in the warmth</div><div>of my hearth,</div><div>the fire,</div><div>forever Home,</div><div>giving light</div><div>to see</div><div><br /></div><div>the cat's eyes</div><div>can</div><div>see</div><div>clearly</div><div>even </div><div>in </div><div>the dark</div><div><br /></div><div>there is</div><div>nothing</div><div>to fear</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1820122811251154865?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-42358970004944004402012-01-05T11:16:00.000-08:002012-01-05T11:26:38.219-08:00without the thought "i need..."<div><br /></div><div>God is</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>with the thought "i need..."</div><div><br /></div><div>God is denied.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>what would create a needy, lacking creation</div><div>but lack itself?</div><div><br /></div><div>and how can lack create</div><div>when it isn't enough itself?</div><div><br /></div><div>creation is overflow</div><div>extension</div><div>abundance</div><div><br /></div><div>lack is denial</div><div>of God</div><div><br /></div><div>without the thought "i need..."</div><div><br /></div><div>wholeness raises her beautiful head</div><div>her beautiful smile</div><div>lights up her whole face</div><div>and shines upon the whole world</div><div>lighting it up</div><div>with grace and laughter and joy</div><div><br /></div><div>without the thought "i need..."</div><div>i see the juicy grass</div><div>the gardens springing up everywhere</div><div><br /></div><div>no cement or asphalt</div><div>can hinder </div><div>the tiniest of flowers</div><div>from pushing up and through</div><div>and sharing its tenderness and beauty </div><div>with everyone</div><div><br /></div><div>that's us</div><div>without the thought</div><div>"i need..."</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-4235897000494400440?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-67059998131526898112011-12-21T10:32:00.000-08:002011-12-21T10:49:35.822-08:00i think <div>i need you</div><div><br /></div><div>i think</div><div>i want your presence,</div><div>friendship,</div><div>company--</div><div>a mirror,</div><div>to prove</div><div>i exist</div><div><br /></div><div>someone who hears me</div><div>so i have an effect</div><div><br /></div><div>someone who sees me,</div><div>talks to me,</div><div>to prove</div><div>i exist</div><div><br /></div><div>someone who feeds me,</div><div>gives me feedback,</div><div>a reflection.</div><div><br /></div><div>without you,</div><div>i am not there</div><div><br /></div><div>i don't see</div><div>what i am,</div><div>i don't see</div><div>that my thoughts</div><div>are important--have their imagined meaning</div><div><br /></div><div>it's a game....</div><div>we're<i> both</i> in the mirror</div><div><br /></div><div><i>watch the flow</i></div><div>in the mirror</div><div><br /></div><div>the images</div><div>in <i>constant motion,</i></div><div>gone</div><div>gone</div><div>gone</div><div><br /></div><div>try to stop it</div><div>and oh!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">enormous </span>pain,</div><div>effort</div><div><br /></div><div>stopping the river?</div><div>the earth...from turning?</div><div>the man...from smoking?</div><div>from taking one more....breath?</div><div><br /></div><div>Why?</div><div>so you can hold on to this </div><div>one</div><div>still</div><div>frame...?</div><div><br /></div><div>while you war on/exclude</div><div>the rest?</div><div><br /></div><div>let it <i>flow,</i></div><div><i>let it rush!</i></div><div><i>let it go!</i></div><div><i>let it/him/her </i></div><div><i>pass on!</i></div><div><i>move,</i></div><div><i>breathe!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>see</i></div><div><i>it carries you</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>see the illusion,</div><div>the false possibility,</div><div>of holding on/grasping,</div><div>of stopping,</div><div>of control</div><div><br /></div><div>you ride <i>with,</i></div><div><i>swirl with,</i></div><div><i>all of it</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>tip your head back,</i></div><div><i>let your hair blow </i></div><div><i>in the wind,</i></div><div><i>feel the rhythm</i></div><div><i>as the swing flies forward</i></div><div><i>and back,</i></div><div><i>and yet you go nowhere</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>how interesting to view </div><div>the underside of the sofa,</div><div>the springs,</div><div>the empty spaces,</div><div>the hard beams,</div><div>under the soft</div><div>exterior</div><div><br /></div><div>it's all there</div><div>inside all of us</div><div><br /></div><div>the cushion isn't everything</div><div><br /></div><div>love the hard places</div><div>too</div><div><br /></div><div>rocks and water,</div><div>it's all okay,</div><div>it's all</div><div>me</div><div><br /></div><div>the ancient rocks</div><div>give way,</div><div>invisibly </div><div>to us,</div><div>with the very gentle lapping</div><div>of soft clear water</div><div><br /></div><div>softly</div><div>softly</div><div>softly</div><div>tiptoe</div><div>tenderly</div><div>upon the vast expanses,</div><div>the endless slabs of stone...</div><div><br /></div><div>She loves you</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6705999813152689811?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-63602376021569666652011-12-21T08:55:00.000-08:002011-12-21T09:08:05.009-08:00relax<div><br /><div>melted butter</div></div><div><br /></div><div>sit back,</div><div>enjoy the ride,</div><div>the scenery,</div><div><br /></div><div>you are<i> carried</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">trust</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">the driver</span></i></div><div><i>of the sleigh</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>the Jolly Ol' Soul</div><div>is <i>merry</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>His Will</i></div><div><i>is giving</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Santa does <i>not</i> ask</div><div>if you've been naughty </div><div>or nice--</div><div>He <i>never </i></div><div>delivers coal...</div><div><br /></div><div>that would be you--</div><div>unrelaxed,</div><div>uptight,</div><div>closed</div><div>to His Love</div><div><br /></div><div>His Eyes</div><div>twinkle</div><div><br /></div><div>because you are holy,</div><div>your sight<i> must </i></div><div>be holy</div><div><br /></div><div>o'er the housetops </div><div>he <i>flew</i></div><div><i>(above all misery and pain)</i></div><div>this elevated perspective</div><div>sees the whole</div><div>and but enters the chimney</div><div>to bear gifts of joy and good will and peace</div><div><br /></div><div>soot has no effect</div><div><br /></div><div>to every household/mind</div><div>he arrives in the hearth</div><div>wearing red</div><div>bringing warmth</div><div>and cheer</div><div><br /></div><div>there is no way </div><div>to keep him out</div><div><br /></div><div>he comes<i> while</i></div><div><i>you are sleeping</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>there is nothing </div><div>you can ever do</div><div>to keep Love</div><div>away from your </div><div>Identity</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you, Sainta,</div><div>that i am...</div><div><br /></div><div>oh happy happy birth...</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6360237602156966665?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-25802192770362802202011-12-20T12:05:00.000-08:002011-12-20T12:13:48.547-08:00art helps us to be present<i>,</i><div>to <i>see</i> again,</div><div>in a <i>fresh </i>way,</div><div>anew</div><div><br /></div><div>a radical shift in perspective,</div><div>in the same way as meditation:</div><div><br /></div><div>you're <i>overlooking </i>the <i>beauty of your</i> <i>big toe</i>!</div><div>have you thanked it lately</div><div>(or ever)</div><div>for <i>all </i>it does for you?</div><div><br /></div><div>have you forgotten the magnificence of the vacuum cleaner?</div><div><br /></div><div>remember your love of ........</div><div>when you were five?</div><div><br /></div><div>what an exciting event to witness</div><div>the street sweeper,</div><div>or go through the car wash</div><div>and see the big brushes and suds</div><div>and water pouring down </div><div>from inside the car...</div><div><br /></div><div>this was fantastic!</div><div><br /></div><div>would you not re cover,</div><div>re dis cover,</div><div>that light!</div><div><br /></div><div>that vision,</div><div>that re mains</div><div>just waiting </div><div>for your mind</div><div>to be quiet</div><div><br /></div><div>it's all so juicy!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>taste</i></div><div><i>what is</i></div><div>in front of you</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2580219277036280220?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-47585354499971643232011-12-20T11:49:00.000-08:002011-12-20T12:00:56.924-08:00<i>whatever </i>you think--<div>can't be</div><div><br /></div><div>be cause</div><div>it's <i>already </i>gone gone gone</div><div><br /></div><div>that was a second ago</div><div><br /></div><div>it doesn't exist</div><div>gone</div><div>gone</div><div>gone</div><div><br /></div><div>here now</div><div>gone</div><div><br /></div><div>simply <i>watch</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>marvel</i></div><div><br /></div><div>it truly does</div><div>last but a moment</div><div>and not even that</div><div><br /></div><div><i>don't</i> go there </div><div>because you <i>can't</i> go there</div><div><br /></div><div>it doesn't exist</div><div><br /></div><div>to stay there</div><div><i>is</i> death</div><div><br /></div><div>bang!</div><div>hear the gunshot!</div><div>bring your attention</div><div>back to...</div><div>gone</div><div><br /></div><div>what wonder!</div><div><br /></div><div>and sadness is impossible</div><div><br /></div><div>life just keeps </div><div>blooming,</div><div>bursting forth</div><div><br /></div><div>every nanosecond</div><div><br /></div><div>new</div><div>gone</div><div>new</div><div>gone</div><div>new</div><div><br /></div><div>how exciting not to have a past,</div><div>not to know what anything is,</div><div>nor be lost in delusion</div><div>of future</div><div><br /></div><div>mystery</div><div><br /></div><div>thank you</div><div><br /></div><div>celebrate!</div><div><br /></div><div>the party's over</div><div>and a new one</div><div>one</div><div>one</div><div>one</div><div>flash!</div><div><br /></div><div>Holiness,</div><div>no past,</div><div>no future,</div><div>no split mind</div><div><br /></div><div><i>all here</i></div><div><br /></div><div>amazing!</div><div>grace!</div><div><br /></div><div>no guilt of past</div><div>no fear of future punishment</div><div><i>no lack now</i></div><div><br /></div><div>thank you</div><div><br /></div><div>gratitude</div><div><br /></div><div>this is it!</div><div><br /></div><div>what miracles you are!</div><div><br /></div><div>this <i>must </i>be <i>the most beautiful thing you have ever seen</i></div><div>because</div><div>it is the <i>only</i> thing there is</div><div><br /></div><div>God is</div><div><br /></div><div>no past </div><div>no future=</div><div>no bad,</div><div>no good,</div><div>just<i> what is</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>no choice</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>thank you</i></div><div><i>amen.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-4758535449997164323?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-24463962286896713672011-12-18T13:19:00.000-08:002011-12-18T13:25:49.659-08:00open<div><br /></div><div>hands off</div><div><br /></div><div>defenseless</div><div><br /></div><div>vulnerable</div><div><br /></div><div>completely uncovered</div><div><br /></div><div>exposed</div><div>to light</div><div><br /></div><div>yes, it's true,</div><div>i did that</div><div><br /></div><div>yes, it's true,</div><div>you caught me</div><div> with my pants down</div><div><br /></div><div>oh friend of the friendless,</div><div>there is nothing i would keep</div><div> from you</div><div><br /></div><div>no effort would i make</div><div>to obstruct</div><div>your loving gaze</div><div>from the truth of me</div><div><br /></div><div>open every door,</div><div>every dark corner of shame,</div><div>of unacceptable</div><div><br /></div><div>let's bring it to the dinner table</div><div><br /></div><div>give it up</div><div>on a silver platter</div><div><br /></div><div>here, oh God,</div><div>is what i have withheld</div><div>from you</div><div><br /></div><div>here are my tears,</div><div>my tearing of hair,</div><div>and clothes,</div><div>and heart</div><div><br /></div><div>what i thought was torn from me</div><div>was but my refusal to experience it</div><div>fully,</div><div>to be it,</div><div>and </div><div>notice</div><div>i did not die</div><div><br /></div><div>no,</div><div>behold!</div><div>in its place</div><div>a candle burns</div><div>day and night,</div><div>night and day,</div><div><br /></div><div>Light</div><div>shines</div><div>where the door</div><div>is open</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2446396228689671367?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-3319542424495059262011-12-13T11:53:00.000-08:002011-12-13T12:00:46.356-08:00how could you be afraid<div>while glory blazes</div><div>all around you?</div><div><br /></div><div>each face,</div><div>a door</div><div>of glory</div><div>extending to you</div><div><br /></div><div>awake!</div><div>awake!</div><div>open your heart</div><div>open your eyes</div><div>open your <i>desire</i> <i>to see</i></div><div>to receive</div><div>to accept</div><div>God's glory</div><div>in everything you see</div><div>taste</div><div>touch</div><div>hear</div><div><br /></div><div>that's what it's <i>for:</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>it's all a messenger</i></div><div><i>from You to you:</i></div><div><i>God is</i></div><div><i>God is</i></div><div><i>God is...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>the Song</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>all through the night,</div><div>dawn,</div><div>noon...</div><div><br /></div><div>Only Song</div><div>(not time)</div><div><br /></div><div>only thanksgiving,</div><div>gratitude,</div><div><br /></div><div>swept off my feet</div><div>for You</div><div>carrying but Your Message</div><div>in my</div><div>eyes</div><div>my touch</div><div>my every thought</div><div>but shines</div><div>with gratitude</div><div><br /></div><div>Divine</div><div> Grace</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Christmas!</i></div><div>now</div><div><br /></div><div>Brilliance!</div><div><i>now</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-331954242449505926?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-50398179993673454872011-12-13T10:54:00.000-08:002011-12-13T11:02:29.455-08:00The Name of God is my inheritance.<div><br /></div><div>Only God</div><div>rings true</div><div><br /></div><div>recallibrates</div><div><br /></div><div>matching Heart</div><div>and mind</div><div><br /></div><div>back</div><div>to being</div><div><br /></div><div>acting </div><div>out </div><div>of being</div><div><br /></div><div>not a runaway horse</div><div>nor a panicked mouse</div><div><br /></div><div>nor inmate at a concentration camp</div><div>screaming in horror of death</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>God</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>clears</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>the mind,</div><div>the fantasies,</div><div>that hang</div><div>like low clouds</div><div>in the mountains</div><div>touching the ground,</div><div>veiling</div><div>what is easily passed through</div><div><br /></div><div>i know not</div><div>where i go</div><div>where i am</div><div><br /></div><div>nor place my mind</div><div>in the next moment,</div><div>a fantasy </div><div>of time/future,</div><div>escaping </div><div>from Heaven</div><div>now</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>God</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>hear it</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>now</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>ringing</i></div><div><i>forever</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>clearing</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>harmony</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>all</i></div><div><i>rings</i></div><div><i>with It</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>being It</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>ALL</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Only God</div><div>rings <i>true</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5039817999367345487?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-49421121821793486522011-12-05T10:50:00.000-08:002011-12-05T10:58:46.475-08:00it's not about doing<div>more</div><div>or less</div><div><br /></div><div>it's about being</div><div><br /></div><div>what are you?</div><div><br /></div><div>without a past</div><div>time is given you</div><div>to be God</div><div>free</div><div>fearless</div><div><br /></div><div>I am </div><div>the Light of the world</div><div><br /></div><div>God is</div><div>here</div><div>right now</div><div><br /></div><div>without a past</div><div>no scraps</div><div>no evidence</div><div>no old news clippings,</div><div>birth certificates</div><div>or death</div><div>certificates,</div><div>no guilty secrets</div><div>no unrequited love</div><div>no scars</div><div>no bruises</div><div><i>not one second before this,</i></div><div><i>not one second after </i></div><div><br /></div><div>see it</div><div><i>now</i></div><div><br /></div><div>don't miss it</div><div><br /></div><div>it's over</div><div>in an instant</div><div><br /></div><div>can you give </div><div>to yourself</div><div>just an instant of full attention</div><div>to see</div><div>what is given you,</div><div>what is in front of you</div><div>now?</div><div><br /></div><div>that's life</div><div><br /></div><div>whatever you are missing</div><div>or lacking</div><div>is because you are refusing</div><div>to see/</div><div>running away/</div><div>abandoning</div><div>what's right in front of you</div><div><br /></div><div>it's always there</div><div>for you</div><div>any time</div><div>you want to </div><div>return</div><div><br /></div><div>love it</div><div>or</div><div>leave it</div><div><br /></div><div>but you remain</div><div>in the hands</div><div>of love</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-4942112182179348652?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-621278664982304042011-11-28T10:38:00.000-08:002011-11-28T10:47:13.387-08:00Father,<div>What is your Will?</div><div><br /></div><div>expand expand expand</div><div><br /></div><div>keep always</div><div>the BIG picture</div><div>in mind/in awareness</div><div><br /></div><div>seek not the narrow vision</div><div>which excludes/</div><div>focuses attention</div><div> without regard for the rest</div><div>of reality,</div><div>its relationship</div><div>to the WHOLE</div><div><br /></div><div>one tiny speck</div><div>you regard</div><div>as the whole </div><div>of existence</div><div><br /></div><div><i>it is not so</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>open wide</div><div>let any small thought</div><div>any thought of specialness which would </div><div>make one part of God</div><div>more precious </div><div>than another</div><div><br /></div><div>fall</div><div>away</div><div><br /></div><div>as easily </div><div>as it entered </div><div>your mind</div><div><br /></div><div>with silliness :-)</div><div>--laughter...</div><div>will the belief in pain be gone</div><div><br /></div><div>is the left ear of a cat</div><div>more precious than the right?</div><div><br /></div><div>that is what you believe </div><div>when you make one person,</div><div>one anything,</div><div>more precious</div><div>than a rock!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>God is One.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Period.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>One Will</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>of </i></div><div><i>Joy</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>in everything</i></div><div><i>every moment</i></div><div><i>every sight</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>My Heart</i></div><div><i>is</i></div><div><i>the Origin</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>of </i></div><div><i>All</i></div><div><i>i see</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-62127866498230404?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-14118116066738996252011-11-25T12:39:00.000-08:002011-11-25T12:49:04.884-08:00i didn't need ____ to be there<div>or here</div><div>now</div><div><br /></div><div>my mind is lying to me</div><div>it's not telling the truth</div><div><br /></div><div>without the lie</div><div>divine space</div><div><br /></div><div>sunlight</div><div>treesfamilyfriends</div><div><br /></div><div>time to be with me</div><div>a gift of love</div><div>meeting me</div><div><br /></div><div>abandonment</div><div>desertion</div><div>rejection</div><div>only love</div><div><br /></div><div><i>how else will you stop lying to yourself</i></div><div>that you</div><div>aren't enough</div><div><br /></div><div>love pries my fingers off that beloved idol</div><div>my dear cherished pacifier</div><div>breaks away</div><div>and frees me</div><div>to finally bear witness</div><div>to my magnificence</div><div><br /></div><div>divine space</div><div>at last</div><div>no one else around</div><div><br /></div><div>you dawn on you</div><div><br /></div><div>without crutches </div><div>it walks</div><div><br /></div><div>God </div><div>walks it</div><div><br /></div><div>thank you, God</div><div>that everyone fails me</div><div>that nothing works</div><div>that no one else is responsible</div><div><br /></div><div>only i</div><div>can</div><div>wake up</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1411811606673899625?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-5981859087199170362011-11-04T10:06:00.000-07:002011-11-04T10:12:58.179-07:00without a name,<div>is not the wind</div><div>my breath,</div><div>the oxygen in my blood,</div><div>my bones,</div><div>this space?</div><div><br /></div><div>is not the rain, the snow</div><div>the water that flows through my veins</div><div>and pours out my eyes</div><div>and out of my skin?</div><div><br /></div><div>i pour the rain </div><div>into my mouth,</div><div>swallow it</div><div>and like the river</div><div>it flows through me</div><div>and back out</div><div>returning </div><div>returning</div><div>returning</div><div><br /></div><div>the plants too</div><div>flow through me</div><div>as me</div><div><br /></div><div>what a laugh</div><div>what a silly delusion,</div><div>the mind's thought</div><div>of separation</div><div><br /></div><div>my eyes see only</div><div>that which is identical</div><div><br /></div><div>one shared identity</div><div><br /></div><div>One</div><div><br /></div><div>look out</div><div><br /></div><div>only one</div><div><br /></div><div>look in </div><div>deeply</div><div>forever</div><div><br /></div><div>look into your brother's eyes</div><div><i>fear not to feel</i></div><div><i>all of it</i></div><div><br /></div><div>one life</div><div><br /></div><div>look in</div><div>look in</div><div>to your</div><div>infinite heart</div><div>expanding </div><div>expanding</div><div>expanding</div><div>forever</div><div><br /></div><div>no name</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-598185908719917036?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-72565831384895511702011-09-27T10:54:00.000-07:002011-09-27T11:00:16.456-07:00computer<div>paper</div><div>paint</div><div>brushes</div><div>houses</div><div>tables</div><div>chairs</div><div>phones</div><div><br /></div><div>even coughs</div><div><i>give us thoughts</i></div><div><i>in service of love</i></div><div><br /></div><div>discomfort</div><div>attends to us</div><div><br /></div><div>we cough up</div><div>ideas</div><div>for looking at</div><div><br /></div><div>a visit</div><div>a belief</div><div>a family of beliefs</div><div><br /></div><div>wherever there is fear, it is because</div><div>you haven't made up your mind... (acim p30)</div><div><br /></div><div>Good Morning, here are my divisive thoughts...</div><div><br /></div><div>see </div><div>how they <i>feel</i></div><div><i>remember </i></div><div>what you <i>truly</i> love</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>i thank these thoughts </i></div><div><i>for clarity</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>for rededication </i></div><div><i>of this</i></div><div><i> moment</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>purpose</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>everywhere</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-7256583138489551170?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-19619593273557601782011-09-27T10:49:00.000-07:002011-09-27T10:53:34.032-07:00God is in everything I see,<div>because God is in my mind (acim)</div><div><br /></div><div>count your blessings</div><div><br /></div><div>focus</div><div>on the abundance</div><div><br /></div><div>given</div><div><br /></div><div>windows,</div><div>for goodness sakes,</div><div><br /></div><div>light shining inward</div><div><br /></div><div>grace</div><div><br /></div><div>trees growing toward you</div><div>grass everywhere</div><div>under your feet</div><div><br /></div><div>smoothly </div><div>paved roads</div><div><br /></div><div>what kindness!</div><div>what shared purpose,</div><div>a governing purpose</div><div>that removes all obstacles</div><div><i>before</i></div><div>you have any idea</div><div>you will even be going there</div><div><br /></div><div>what infinite love is this...</div><div><br /></div><div>before you call...</div><div><br /></div><div>I am</div><div>everywhere</div><div><br /></div><div>just waiting</div><div>for</div><div>you</div><div><br /></div><div>at <i>your</i></div><div>service</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1961959327355760178?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-18053434716226104572011-09-27T10:30:00.000-07:002011-09-27T10:42:31.584-07:00light<div>is so</div><div>simple</div><div><br /></div><div>see</div><div>what is (not what is not)</div><div><br /></div><div>imagine nothing else</div><div>this <i><b>is</b> </i>it</div><div><br /></div><div>re-joice</div><div>nothing to figure out</div><div>no one else to be</div><div>nothing more important</div><div>than this moment</div><div>right now</div><div>here</div><div><i>this</i></div><div>always <b><i>this</i></b>,</div><div>not <i>that</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>no other</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>gracious </i></div><div><i>me </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>give thanks</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>i am</i></div><div><i>light</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>light is the space</div><div>between thoughts--</div><div>not the thoughts themselves/things</div><div><br /></div><div>light is openness</div><div>where thought </div><div>can move around</div><div>bend</div><div>stretch</div><div>look around corners</div><div>merge</div><div>dissolve</div><div>grow</div><div>transform</div><div><br /></div><div>thoughts</div><div>can just be</div><div>what they are</div><div>without any added importance</div><div>meaning or cover</div><div><br /></div><div>even disguises</div><div>are not hidden</div><div>when there is room </div><div>to be what you are</div><div><br /></div><div>room for </div><div>tenderheartedness</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>how good it feels</div><div>to finally have</div><div>the most tender love</div><div>remove</div><div>your mask</div><div><br /></div><div>and see itself</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1805343471622610457?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-61128246246881369992011-09-19T11:15:00.001-07:002011-09-19T11:19:24.941-07:00mama lives<div>inside of you</div><div><br /></div><div>the childish perspective</div><div>that your thoughts are true</div><div><br /></div><div>is just a "stage"</div><div>you'll grow out of</div><div><br /></div><div>inevitably</div><div><br /></div><div>no choice</div><div><br /></div><div>you'll see </div><div>your mama/source/provider</div><div>is so much more</div><div> clear</div><div>intelligent</div><div>sane</div><div>than you ever could have imagined</div><div><br /></div><div>rest</div><div><br /></div><div>assured</div><div><br /></div><div>it is so</div><div><br /></div><div>babies always grow</div><div><br /></div><div>no exceptions</div><div><br /></div><div>not even<i> you</i></div><div><br /></div><div>can outsmart</div><div>God/Love/Truth</div><div><br /></div><div>:-)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6112824624688136999?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-34684427728484121662011-09-03T09:45:00.000-07:002011-09-03T09:50:27.230-07:00Oneness <div>returns all strangers </div><div>to their Home</div><div> <br /></div><div>their Nature</div><div>now clear to them</div><div> <br /></div><div>touching the darkest region</div><div>of my mind</div><div> <br /></div><div>i am consoled</div><div> <br /></div><div>tenderness given</div><div>at last</div><div>for the most afraid</div><div>hidden</div><div>fugitive</div><div> <br /></div><div>no longer alone</div><div>we walk together</div><div>out of the darkness</div><div> <br /></div><div>she is enlightened <i>by contact</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div>leave no stray thoughts</div><div>unattended</div><div>turning into wild dogs</div><div>to chase you</div><div>in the night</div><div> <br /></div><div>the pups are in your care</div><div>it is your privelege</div><div>to hold them,</div><div>listen to them,</div><div>to give thanks--</div><div>and they, too,</div><div>will return your love</div><div> <br /></div><div>it is our Nature</div><div> <br /></div><div>there is</div><div><i>no other</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3468442772848412166?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-16720662503175869952011-08-31T08:29:00.000-07:002011-08-31T08:38:57.333-07:00are you afraid of a photo?<div>or </div><div>is it <i>a photo</i></div><div>you love? <br /><div> <br /></div><div>do you believe/mistake </div><div>a photo for reality?</div><div> <br /></div><div>do you see this is what is <i>causing </i></div><div>all your suffering?</div><div> <br /></div><div>we <i>imagine</i> something </div><div>could be different <i>than it is.</i>..</div><div>a fantasy</div><div> <br /></div><div>a picture on a piece of paper</div><div>in your mind</div><div> <br /></div><div>oh woe</div><div>the fantasy is just that</div><div> <br /></div><div>it doesn't exist</div><div>the imaginary is not real</div><div> <br /></div><div>no one knows about your fantasy</div><div>the way things should be</div><div>the words you image they speak</div><div> <br /></div><div>Reality is <i><b>given you</b></i> now</div><div>undestructable</div><div> <br /></div><div>no fantasy will ever be reality</div><div> <br /></div><div>Love what<i> is</i></div><div>and you are <i>sane</i></div><div>and <i>safe</i></div><div>and <i>so grateful</i></div><div> <br /></div><div>Happiness is <i>not </i>a fantasy</div><div> <br /></div><div>It is <i>here</i></div><div><i>now</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1672066250317586995?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-74714047308107170362011-08-23T10:44:00.000-07:002011-08-23T15:43:01.652-07:00ego says: <i>do something!</i><div>you should do <i>more</i></div><div>do <i>anything</i></div><div>just <i>do</i> something</div><div>you need to <i>earn</i> your keep</div><div>you need to do something to <i>deserve </i>to be here</div><div> <br /></div><div>Holy Spirit sings clear as a bell</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">the best things in life are <b>free!</b></span></i></div><div> <br /></div><div>yeah! yeah!</div><div>that is <i>really true</i></div><div> <br /></div><div>and</div><div>money DOES grow on trees</div><div>apples</div><div>pears </div><div>peaches</div><div>cashews</div><div>oranges</div><div>lemons</div><div>grapefruit </div><div>cherries</div><div>wood...</div><div>how easily are the silly stories we have believed and <i>suffered for</i></div><div>seen as <i>simply ridiculous</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i>whoever taught us was clearly confused (another name for guilt)</i></div><div> <br /></div><div>all wealth is freely <i>flowing</i> within us </div><div><i>all the time</i></div><div> <br /></div><div>free:</div><div>laughter</div><div>seeing</div><div>gratitude</div><div> <br /></div><div>the ability to question every belief </div><div>every thought we have ever had</div><div> <br /></div><div>stillness</div><div>meditation</div><div>contemplation</div><div>revelation</div><div>miracles</div><div>guidance</div><div>truth</div><div>wisdom</div><div>the POWER of our mind</div><div>imagination</div><div>humility</div><div>attitude</div><div> <br /></div><div>love</div><div>joy</div><div>radiance</div><div>humor</div><div>beauty</div><div> <br /></div><div><i>listening</i></div><div>is so free</div><div>and <i>endlessly </i>valuable</div><div> <br /></div><div>all healing is free</div><div> <br /></div><div>whatever you think <i>costs</i> you anything</div><div>whatever you think you have to <i>pay</i> for</div><div> <br /></div><div>is the voice of <i>loss and sacrifice speaking</i></div><div><i>it is not true</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i>Joy grows </i></div><div><i>inside of you</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i>we don't have to earn anything:</i></div><div><i>taste</i></div><div><i>touch</i></div><div><i>sight</i></div><div><i>feelings</i></div><div><i>free communication</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i>sanity is free</i></div><div><i>clarity</i></div><div><i>what when where who </i><b><i>is given</i></b></div><div><b><i> <br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>so grateful</i></b></div><div><b><i> <br /></i></b></div><div>all happiness is </div><div><b><i>accepting</i></b></div><div>what is freely already ours</div><div> <br /></div><div>the best things in life</div><div>are free</div><div> <br /></div><div>life</div><div> <br /></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-7471404730810717036?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-55912793981077112142011-08-15T12:26:00.000-07:002011-08-15T12:42:20.109-07:00where would you <i>start.</i>..<div>your day?</div><div> <br /></div><div>look around your life/room</div><div> <br /></div><div>ask....</div><div> <br /></div><div>would i <i>step</i> <i>into</i>...</div><div> <br /></div><div> the midst of loveliness</div><div>as far as i can see</div><div> <br /></div><div>or</div><div> <br /></div><div>would i </div><div>be <i>planted</i> on the leaf of envy,</div><div>comparison,</div><div>not good enough...</div><div> <br /></div><div>a bug's eye view</div><div> <br /></div><div>looking up </div><div>and feeling small</div><div> <br /></div><div>looking down</div><div>and feeling tall (er)</div><div> <br /></div><div>looking down</div><div>on all "those" <i>littler</i> bugs</div><div> <br /></div><div>on my high horse</div><div>in this little bug's mind</div><div> <br /></div><div><i>always struggling</i></div><div>how can i make this tiny existence</div><div>be grand and great</div><div> <br /></div><div>how can i magnify/distort</div><div>my "self"</div><div>to make it</div><div>a castle...</div><div>worth something?</div><div> <br /></div><div>oh, the insanity...</div><div> <br /></div><div>where</div><div>would you <i>start</i></div><div>this moment?</div><div> <br /></div><div>Heaven, above the crisis</div><div>or </div><div>hell, below</div><div> the view </div><div>of Eternity/Infinity?</div><div> <br /></div><div>Infinity</div><div>or</div><div>bug?</div><div> <br /></div><div>what would you call Home?</div><div> <br /></div><div>infinite mind</div><div>or</div><div>your house</div><div>made of dirt?</div><div> <br /></div><div>Loveliness wants you...now!</div><div>the Most Beautiful Song <i>is</i> loving you</div><div>now</div><div> <br /></div><div>feel</div><div>feel</div><div>feel</div><div>the loveliness...</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5591279398107711214?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-80689571138994074442011-08-15T11:19:00.000-07:002011-08-15T11:29:06.547-07:00Loveliness <div>created me</div><div> lovely</div><div> <br /></div><div>loveliness </div><div><i>is</i> my Father (of me)</div><div><i>is </i>Mother (of me...)</div><div>sister</div><div>brother</div><div>child</div><div>cousin</div><div>aunt </div><div>uncle</div><div>employer</div><div>student</div><div>teacher</div><div>the grocery clerk</div><div>shipper</div><div>officer</div><div>politician</div><div>the bird on this</div><div>soil</div><div> <br /></div><div>loveliness</div><div> <br /></div><div>the notes </div><div>of this Song</div><div> <br /></div><div>the Heart</div><div> <br /></div><div>Loveliness sings</div><div>be cause</div><div>that's what she <i><b>is</b></i></div><div><i><b> <br /></b></i></div><div><i><b>she is</b></i></div><div><i><b>the Song</b></i></div><div><i>the Origin</i></div><div><i>the beginning</i></div><div><i>the middle</i></div><div><i>and the end</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i>of all that is</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div>we hum</div><div>be cause</div><div>we<i> are </i></div><div>Happiness Itself</div><div> <br /></div><div><i>not bodies</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div>Happiness motors us</div><div>grows us</div><div>awakens us</div><div> <br /></div><div>Happiness</div><div>the One Power</div><div> <br /></div><div>Life</div><div> <br /></div><div>so happy</div><div>so grateful</div><div> <br /></div><div>for this Big</div><div>Happy </div><div>Perspective</div><div> <br /></div><div>the Center</div><div>extending outward </div><div>forever</div><div> <br /></div><div>Self</div><div>educating</div><div>giving</div><div>communicating</div><div>connecting always</div><div> <br /></div><div>Communion with all that is,</div><div>Joy</div><div> <br /></div><div>how lovely</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8068957113899407444?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-85002540670102513992011-08-11T09:52:00.000-07:002011-08-11T10:01:09.587-07:00gratitude<div><i>longs to give itself</i> to you</div><div> <br /></div><div>gratitude </div><div>flows </div><div>over all wounds</div><div> <br /></div><div>and gives thanks</div><div>for any thought of lack</div><div>of attack</div><div>of pain</div><div> <br /></div><div>that it is <i>seen </i>at last</div><div>unveiled</div><div>re owned</div><div>not tacked on to someone else's wall</div><div> <br /></div><div>gratitude </div><div>sees the benefit</div><div>of truth</div><div> <br /></div><div>of uncovering</div><div>the mistake</div><div> <br /></div><div>grateful for the pain</div><div>that alerted us</div><div>to the upside down view</div><div>the nonsensical message</div><div> <br /></div><div>that said Love is sacrifice/loss/murder</div><div>and fear</div><div>is safety</div><div> <br /></div><div>at last </div><div>we have nothing but </div><div>gratitude</div><div>to see our insanity</div><div>and see</div><div>that it has had no effect</div><div>on Love</div><div>God</div><div>Reality</div><div>Stillness</div><div> <br /></div><div>we remain forever grateful </div><div>as we were created...</div><div><i>prior</i> <i>to our first belief/lie</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i>gratitude flows</i></div><div><i>over all wounds</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i> soothes the broken skin</i></div><div><i>relieves the fight</i></div><div><i>gives wholeness back</i></div><div><i>to "the enemy"</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i>"the lion</i></div><div><i>shall lie down</i></div><div><i>with the lamb"</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i>gratitude</i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div><i> <br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8500254067010251399?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-9489503339185859432011-07-18T12:38:00.000-07:002011-07-18T12:48:14.119-07:00i want to stop justifying my existence<div><br /></div><div>who would i be without judgement?</div><div><br /></div><div>free</div><div>wings spread</div><div>lifted</div><div>carried</div><div>by inspiration</div><div>breath</div><div><br /></div><div>fed</div><div>from within</div><div>mirrar...miraculous...to see</div><div>to feel</div><div>weightless</div><div><br /></div><div>a flower blooming on the sofa</div><div>right on time</div><div>not earlier than others</div><div>nor later than anyone else</div><div><i>no comparison at all</i></div><div><br /></div><div>allowing the waves</div><div>to carry me</div><div><br /></div><div>to rest</div><div>crest and fall</div><div>like each breath</div><div>allowing the rhythm to be</div><div>relaxed into what is</div><div><br /></div><div>night and day</div><div>up and down</div><div>fast and slow</div><div>empty into full</div><div>active until resting</div><div>so the wheel</div><div>at the top</div><div>now under</div><div>it is</div><div>all perfect</div><div>all the same</div><div><br /></div><div>the snail</div><div>the racehorse</div><div>the pace isn't made by me</div><div><br /></div><div>the sun's light never dies</div><div><i>even darkness is just a shadow....a sign</i></div><div><i>of light</i></div><div><br /></div><div>there are no shadows in absolute darkness</div><div><br /></div><div>without judgment</div><div>i enjoy the shade</div><div>it's cool green moisture</div><div>the ferns and the moss grow here</div><div><br /></div><div>it's kind</div><div>when i don't run away...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-948950333918585943?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-81839416437950448472011-07-02T22:16:00.000-07:002011-07-02T22:36:57.537-07:00no choice<div><br /></div><div>the grass is growing</div><div><br /></div><div>no choice</div><div><br /></div><div>how fast or slow</div><div><br /></div><div>no choice</div><div><br /></div><div>it swoops and bends and swirls</div><div>and waves and drops its seeds</div><div><br /></div><div>no choice</div><div>it ripens</div><div>and gets eaten by the birds</div><div><br /></div><div>i can not see</div><div>where every strand of grass ends up</div><div>and ends its life</div><div><br /></div><div>i cannot see the nutrients dismantle</div><div>and feed the next young tyke</div><div><br /></div><div>no choice</div><div>i can not see</div><div>where </div><div>my son has gone,</div><div>his body laid down too</div><div><br /></div><div>the leaf leaves the tree at a moment in time</div><div>when?</div><div>when?</div><div><br /></div><div>no choice</div><div>by me</div><div><br /></div><div>orchestrated by something</div><div>so much larger than myself</div><div><br /></div><div>i can not see</div><div>where he has gone</div><div>i really can not see</div><div><br /></div><div>an actual cause for tears,</div><div>evidence,</div><div>i can not find</div><div><br /></div><div>for what i can not see</div><div>is where i</div><div>am blind</div><div><br /></div><div>a mystery </div><div>is but waiting</div><div>beyond the bend</div><div>in my mind</div><div><br /></div><div>my son has gone walking</div><div>walking</div><div>walking</div><div><br /></div><div>beyond</div><div>the corners</div><div>of my mind</div><div><br /></div><div>no choice</div><div>the tune is playing</div><div>in the sunlight</div><div>throughout time</div><div><br /></div><div>who thinks he holds the reins</div><div>to his life upon this earth</div><div>is misguided,</div><div>not the Guide,</div><div>that predates </div><div>and transcends</div><div>his little birth.</div><div><br /></div><div>no choice</div><div><br /></div><div>the beauty </div><div>of the raindrops</div><div>that fall</div><div>and fall</div><div>and fall</div><div><br /></div><div>why why why</div><div>is there any difference</div><div>between my son</div><div>and</div><div>all?</div><div><br /></div><div>would you stop the earth from turning?</div><div>the seasons to reverse?</div><div>would you stay a man from dying</div><div>and lay on him</div><div>your </div><div>curse...</div><div>(your</div><div>fear</div><div>of </div><div>death...)?</div><div><br /></div><div>what on this planet</div><div>is</div><div>eternal </div><div>and will stay?</div><div><br /></div><div>blessings to every single thing</div><div> <i>as it passes</i></div><div> away</div><div><br /></div><div>every moment</div><div>every moment </div><div>every</div><div>m o m e n t . . . </div><div><br /></div><div>thank you</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8183941643795044847?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-66699376024332543212011-07-01T10:51:00.000-07:002011-07-01T11:04:14.042-07:00Joy<div>is an image </div><div>i have made</div><div><br /></div><div>a fantasy</div><div><br /></div><div>in some far off place</div><div>where she does not exist</div><div><br /></div><div>a false image</div><div>an identity</div><div>and this one</div><div><br /></div><div>doesn't match up to the one </div><div>i have also made up</div><div>sitting on the couch</div><div><br /></div><div>dream world</div><div><br /></div><div>comparing images</div><div>and suffering</div><div>because</div><div>oh woe</div><div>they do not match up</div><div><br /></div><div>something is wrong...</div><div><br /></div><div>and all the while</div><div>i</div><div>am</div><div>a waking flower</div><div>sleepy child yet,</div><div>but on the path,</div><div><br /></div><div>and waking</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">as she does</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>not according to some ego plan/script/identity:</div><div>enlightened being</div><div>spiritual minister</div><div>clockwork</div><div>robot</div><div>without fault</div><div><br /></div><div>no,</div><div>this girl</div><div>still wears skin</div><div>and bones</div><div>and vomits even</div><div><br /></div><div>she eats</div><div>and pees</div><div>and laughs</div><div>and cries</div><div>and hangs on</div><div>and clings</div><div><br /></div><div>and sometimes</div><div>something opens wide her eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>her mind</div><div>sees expansive horizons</div><div><br /></div><div>beyond the bend</div><div>out of sight</div><div>of the ego's claws</div><div><br /></div><div>sometimes</div><div>she rests</div><div><br /></div><div>flight arrives</div><div>soars</div><div>on reality</div><div>on the unity</div><div>of Truth</div><div><br /></div><div>but let her now see</div><div>she has fallen</div><div>into the trap</div><div>once again</div><div>of <i>fantasizing</i></div><div>she were an image</div><div>different than she is</div><div><br /></div><div>oh, to strangle</div><div>what she is now</div><div><br /></div><div>to block the flow</div><div>of love to her</div><div>in anyway</div><div><br /></div><div>is the very nail</div><div>the very mistake</div><div>that holds her</div><div>to</div><div>this skin</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6669937602433254321?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-87773118776938774912011-06-06T16:07:00.000-07:002011-06-06T16:14:53.086-07:00who would i be<div>without the thought </div><div>" i need..."</div><div><br /></div><div>i'd see i'm a radiant giant blossom</div><div>peony</div><div>dripping</div><div>sweet</div><div><br /></div><div>i love the sweet fragrant words</div><div>that bloom</div><div>in my mind</div><div><br /></div><div>the space</div><div>where spirit </div><div>speaks</div><div>sings</div><div>her delight</div><div>her images</div><div>her garden</div><div><br /></div><div>oh oh oh</div><div>something just clicked</div><div>i finally got it</div><div><br /></div><div>the garden of eden</div><div>is </div><div>in my mind</div><div><br /></div><div>and all minds</div><div><br /></div><div>the One Mind</div><div><br /></div><div>oh yes</div><div>the sweetness</div><div><br /></div><div>fed from within</div><div>this fountain</div><div>this voluptuos juicy peach</div><div>quenches</div><div>my ancient hunger and thirst</div><div><br /></div><div>nature </div><div>finally</div><div>uncovered</div><div> behind the vines</div><div>dense and entwined</div><div>weavings of stories</div><div><br /></div><div>Eve once hidden</div><div>now has wings</div><div><br /></div><div>she rises so naturally</div><div>when the weight/the lid</div><div>is lifted</div><div>from the pot</div><div><br /></div><div>the steam</div><div>the aroma</div><div>can be kept from nowhere</div><div><br /></div><div>the rich</div><div>truth,</div><div>the stew, </div><div>Love,</div><div>we're all made of</div><div><br /></div><div>thank you wafts everywhere</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8777311877693877491?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-57123996971734732672011-06-04T10:57:00.000-07:002011-06-04T11:13:53.486-07:00see<div>how you </div><div><i>don't do</i> the smile</div><div><br /></div><div><i>it</i></div><div>does you</div><div><br /></div><div><i>it</i></div><div>moves your face</div><div>literally</div><div><br /></div><div>your hands</div><div>your feet</div><div>to dance</div><div><br /></div><div>your voice </div><div>to sing</div><div><br /></div><div>your eyes</div><div>to light up!</div><div><br /></div><div>the whole world /<i>your </i>whole world</div><div>is <i><b>moved!/shifted!</b></i></div><div><i><b>by your Joy</b></i>/Smile</div><div><br /></div><div>for <i>i</i></div><div>have come<i> before</i> the world</div><div><br /></div><div>the thought precedes the expression on the face,</div><div>precedes the expression</div><div>on the face</div><div>of the world</div><div><br /></div><div>and she, the world,</div><div>sees you</div><div>and rejoices</div><div><br /></div><div>she mirrors in <i>complete honesty</i></div><div>lights up</div><div>remains silent and still</div><div>or</div><div>chatters innocently</div><div>blah blah blah in confusion</div><div><br /></div><div>birds chirping</div><div>music to my ears</div><div>big ol' rabbit ears</div><div>oh all the sounds</div><div>full range</div><div>full octave and beyond</div><div>no mistep</div><div>no missed steps</div><div><br /></div><div>grinding gears</div><div>grunts </div><div>groans</div><div><br /></div><div>rage </div><div>is still</div><div> but a whisper</div><div>that says</div><div>love me, momma</div><div><br /></div><div>i believe</div><div>i believe</div><div>i<i> <b>believe</b></i> this <i><b>story</b></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>rage is still</i></div><div><i>but a whisper</i></div><div><i>that says</i></div><div><i>momma, love me</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>the pitch of a string</div><div>scraped at <i>this</i> point</div><div><i>must </i>sound like </div><div><i>these </i>words</div><div><br /></div><div>this exact expression</div><div>the exact redness</div><div>of the skin</div><div>as blood is moved</div><div>faster</div><div>by the heart</div><div>whose rhythm </div><div>has been speeded</div><div>by this</div><div><i>thought</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Joy</div><div><i>moves</i></div><div>me</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Love </div><div><i>doth</i></div><div><i>guide</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5712399697173473267?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-23032681037992959012011-05-26T11:33:00.000-07:002011-05-26T11:44:49.230-07:00rest<div><br /></div><div>in your nest</div><div><br /></div><div>upon <i>your</i> eggs</div><div><br /></div><div>incubating</div><div>growing</div><div>living</div><div>now unseen</div><div>but there</div><div><br /></div><div>life</div><div><br /></div><div>happening out of sight</div><div>of our eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>rest</div><div><br /></div><div>share your warmth</div><div>with <i>you</i></div><div><br /></div><div>keep your Home</div><div>cozy</div><div>for <i>you</i></div><div><br /></div><div>new birth</div><div><br /></div><div>creation</div><div>now</div><div><br /></div><div>listen</div><div><br /></div><div>songs</div><div>of Love</div><div>playing through you,</div><div>radio</div><div>radiance</div><div>radiator</div><div>from Home</div><div><br /></div><div>listen</div><div>to <i>you</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>it is <i>your</i> voice you need to hear</div><div><br /></div><div>the radio plays</div><div><i>through </i></div><div><i>you</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>you are the <b>receiver</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i><b>listen</b></i></div><div><i><b>listen</b></i></div><div><i><b>listen</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>GodRealityLove</div><div>is speaking</div><div>in your quiet</div><div><br /></div><div>in your quitting</div><div>in your sitting</div><div>in your surrender:</div><div><br /></div><div>you are</div><div>enthusiasm</div><div><br /></div><div>the waves roar</div><div>all the world assures you</div><div>cheers you</div><div>encourages you</div><div>supports</div><div>you</div><div><br /></div><div>imagine</div><div>a million smiles</div><div>two eyes sparkling back at you</div><div>in the mirror</div><div><br /></div><div>imagine</div><div>gratitude</div><div><br /></div><div>imagine</div><div>a wave</div><div>you cannot stop</div><div>gushing over you</div><div>carrying you</div><div>along</div><div><br /></div><div>the tide coming and going</div><div>it seems</div><div>yet always carried on</div><div>by the <i><b>whole</b></i> ocean</div><div><br /></div><div>when you float in one spot</div><div>it is the whole ocean </div><div>that is under you</div><div><br /></div><div>every fish</div><div>every bottom place</div><div>no holes in the floor</div><div>no gaps in the sea</div><div><br /></div><div>every atom is there</div><div>for you</div><div><br /></div><div>the power to smoothe rock,</div><div>to dissolve ships,</div><div>carries <i>you</i></div><div><br /></div><div>the way of it</div><div><br /></div><div>the kitty just arrived</div><div>a gentle paw on my sleeve</div><div><br /></div><div>everyone wants to be your friend </div><div><br /></div><div>yes</div><div>of course of course!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>i</i> want to be </div><div><i>my</i> friend</div><div><br /></div><div>herein</div><div>is the end</div><div>of war</div><div><br /></div><div>Cozy</div><div>Home</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2303268103799295901?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-33198798872855850322011-05-24T12:00:00.000-07:002011-05-24T12:07:42.454-07:00meet demons<div><br /></div><div>cshhhhhh....</div><div><br /></div><div>with </div><div>g e n t l e n e s s . . .</div><div><br /></div><div>let</div><div>them fall</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>land</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>gently</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>on a soft place</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>a soft spot</div><div>in our heart</div><div><br /></div><div>demons</div><div>barbs</div><div>arrows</div><div>claws</div><div><br /></div><div>aiming</div><div>to</div><div>snag</div><div>catch</div><div>pierce</div><div>adhere</div><div>take over</div><div>run wild</div><div><br /></div><div>are nothing</div><div><i>when met</i></div><div><i>with</i></div><div><i>gentleness</i></div><div>elasticity</div><div><br /></div><div><i>cushion</i></div><div><i>allows</i></div><div><i>the crash </i></div><div>the barging</div><div><br /></div><div>the lash</div><div>doesn't hurt</div><div>when <i>you give</i></div><div>a little</div><div><br /></div><div>give way</div><div>for a tantrum</div><div><br /></div><div>listen</div><div><br /></div><div>and the beast soon tires</div><div>and sleeps</div><div><br /></div><div>soothing</div><div>gentleness</div><div>fears nothing</div><div><br /></div><div> holds no wall</div><div> allows all "enemies"</div><div>to speak</div><div><br /></div><div>a friend</div><div>to all</div><div><br /></div><div>gentleness</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3319879887285585032?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-54124174188538975612011-05-22T10:37:00.000-07:002011-05-22T10:38:08.353-07:00Tree, <div>tell me something.<br /><div><br /></div><div>there are so many view points....</div><div><br /></div><div>points</div><div><br /></div><div> of </div><div>viewing</div><div><br /></div><div>from each leaf</div><div>from each part of each leaf</div><div>from the top of the leaf</div><div>from the bottom</div><div>newborn</div><div>and falling off</div><div><br /></div><div>the view <i>is true</i> for <i>it</i> (<i>from there</i>)</div><div>no one can possibly contest it</div><div><br /></div><div><i>no one</i> <i>else</i> has ever actually been in <i>that</i> place at <i>that</i> time</div><div><br /></div><div>so </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "><i>listen</i></span></div><div>closely</div><div><br /></div><div><i>without </i>your viewpoint</div><div><i>without</i> looking</div><div>for discrepancy</div><div><br /></div><div>simply <i>let</i></div><div>him</div><div><i>tell you</i></div><div>his way</div><div>in <i>his</i> way</div><div><br /></div><div>now</div><div> you have loved him</div><div><br /></div><div>that's <i>all</i> it takes (and no less...)</div><div><br /></div><div>total acceptance</div><div>of his truth</div><div>in this moment</div><div><br /></div><div>it <i>doesn't mean</i> you're wrong</div><div>it<i> doesn't mean </i>anything</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>you're only wrong</div><div>when you<i> make him </i>wrong</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>he sees it</div><div>how he sees it</div><div><br /></div><div>and you</div><div>see it</div><div>how you see it</div><div><br /></div><div>it's what is</div><div><br /></div><div><i>agreed </i>on that</div><div>we are <i>one</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">no one <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">needs to think </span>like i do</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>not even</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "><i> me!!!!</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>herein</div><div>lies</div><div>the <i>peace</i></div><div>of </div><div>God</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5412417418853897561?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-82878313769002616422011-05-16T11:08:00.000-07:002011-05-16T11:24:36.359-07:00"It is because the thoughts you think you think<div>appear as images</div><div>that you do not recognize them</div><div>as nothing.</div><div> You think you think them,</div><div>and so you think</div><div>you see them." ( lesson 15 acim)</div><div><br /></div><div>you think <i>you </i></div><div>actually <i>think</i> that...</div><div><br /></div><div>what if...</div><div><i>you</i></div><div>are <i>being thought</i>?</div><div><br /></div><div>what if...</div><div>thoughts simply float in...</div><div><br /></div><div><i>without any effort of yours?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>what if....</div><div>you are <i>just</i> a <i>watcher?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>and you got confused</i></div><div>and started believing</div><div>that you are actually God!</div><div>and created yourself!</div><div>and all these thoughts!...</div><div><br /></div><div>that <i>you</i></div><div>are the Origin--</div><div>originator of ideas!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">what if</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">they are not </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ever </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">yours</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>what if</div><div>there is <i>One Mind</i></div><div>and you are just <i>watching </i>it...?</div><div><br /></div><div>not <i>believing</i> it</div><div>nor <i>thinking </i>it</div><div><br /></div><div>what if</div><div>you are <i><b>not</b></i></div><div><b>the </b><i><b>thinker,</b></i></div><div><i>but a thought...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>not cause</i></div><div><i>but effect...</i></div><div><i>and everything else</i></div><div><i>is a thought of God</i></div><div><i>just like me</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>not<b> mine,</b></i></div><div><i>nor<b> my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">thought</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>what if it all came from the same place,</div><div>Love?</div><div><br /></div><div>what if it </div><div><i>came<b> with me,</b></i></div><div><i><b>for me</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>trees</div><div>chairs</div><div>cats</div><div>sky</div><div>sun</div><div>friends</div><div><br /></div><div><i>husbands </i><i>came with me</i></div><div><br /></div><div>jobs came <i>with </i>me</div><div><br /></div><div>daughters and sons</div><div>father and mother</div><div>came <i>with </i>me</div><div><br /></div><div>bicycles</div><div>apples</div><div><br /></div><div><i>nothing</i></div><div>having more importance</div><div>than anything else</div><div><br /></div><div>what if?</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm/we're floating through the Mind of God...</div><div><br /></div><div>nothing to do</div><div><br /></div><div>but rest</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>the Universe</div><div>is</div><div>complete</div><div><br /></div><div><i>completely</i></div><div><i>Love</i></div><div><br /></div><div>without</div><div>any</div><div>thought</div><div>from</div><div>"me"</div><div><br /></div><div>amen.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8287831376900261642?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-83195977873186863322011-05-08T10:34:00.000-07:002011-05-08T10:45:54.815-07:00<i><b>you</b></i><div>are the <i>life</i></div><div><i>of inquiry</i></div><div><br /></div><div>is is true?</div><div><br /></div><div>through and through</div><div>to your core</div><div><br /></div><div>deep in your heart</div><div>is it <i>true</i>?</div><div><br /></div><div>be <i>honest</i></div><div>that is <i>all</i></div><div><br /></div><div>no pandering to the ego</div><div>whims</div><div>ancient repetitions</div><div><br /></div><div>but <i>sincerely</i>,</div><div>is <i>this </i>the authentic you</div><div>really speaking?</div><div><br /></div><div>is there <i>really</i> <i>truly</i></div><div>anything wrong with you?</div><div><br /></div><div>can you really be different in some way</div><div>than the rest of the human race?</div><div><br /></div><div>what planet do you think <i>your</i> parents came from</div><div>that you lack </div><div>something everyone else has</div><div>or </div><div>perhaps</div><div>that you have an extra insight</div><div>no one else can avail?</div><div><br /></div><div>is that worry about the future</div><div>or regret about the past</div><div>really<i> true?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>is it proveable?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>the fact that you are here</div><div>is a <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">miracle</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>where did <b>that</b> power <b>to exist</b></i></div><div><i>come from?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>who/what <i>caused</i> you?</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>who/what <i>causes </i>Love</div><div><br /></div><div>what's the source?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">the ant doesn't know</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">simply let it be </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>open</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>re-vealed</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>no</i>t what "i" think</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">so so so much bigger</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">than the ant</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">is it really true</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">you're just an <i>ant</i>?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ant thinking</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">shows us </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">an ant world...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">busy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">busy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">busy...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">be still</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">rest</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">is it <i>true</i>?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8319597787318686332?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-63898369395991598272011-05-03T11:44:00.000-07:002011-05-03T12:00:48.664-07:00child's play<br /><br />do we <em>really</em> think<br />Obama was the problem...<em>ever</em>?<br /><br />that <em>anyone</em><br />outside of us...<br />is the problem?<br /><br />do we really think we <em>solved something</em>--<br />gained deep inner peace<br />safety<br />security<br />by <em>killing</em> a body?<br /><br />oh dear cave baby mind...<br /><br />do we really think<br />we won't wake up tonight<br />at 3 am in a sweat<br />of despair<br />and self doubt?<br /><br />it's just plain silly...<br />a party?@!#<br /><br />the log in my eye <em>remains</em><br />holy<br />holy<br />holy<br />log in <em>my</em> eye<br />let <em>it</em> remain undisturbed<br />"me" unexamined<br /><br />safety: i don't have to look<br />at my own crap fear denial projection<br /><br />lay it <em>all </em>on Obama<br /><em>Slay him</em>!<br /><br />and i am free of all <em>my</em> mistaken thinking<br />garbage<br />past<br />without doing any work at all<br /><br /><em>cherish delusion</em><br /><em></em><br />i own no "evil" thoughts<br /><br />i<br />have never hated<br />feared<br />been jealous<br />worried<br />lied<br />cheated<br />betrayed<br />attacked an innocent sleeping kitten--a child<br /><br /><em><strong>find the insanity</strong></em> in you<br /><br />the problem is not Obama!<br />never was<br />never will be<br /><br />proliferate no more war in your own mind<br />reinforcing the dream<br />of "outside me"<br /><br />LOOK in the mirror now<br />this is <strong><em>for</em> <em>you</em></strong><br />where<br />are you<br />Obama<br />in your life?<br /><br />how do you treat yourself<br />others<br />God?<br /><br /><em>attack does not work</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>only honesty</em><br /><em>only truth</em><br /><em>will ever</em><br /><em>set us free</em><br /><em>to love</em><br /><em>and live</em><br /><em>in total safety</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>in defenselessness (hide nothing)</em><br /><em>my safety lies</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>amen</em><br /><em><strong>thank you Obama for showing me</strong></em><br /><em><strong>what i have hidden from my Self</strong></em><br /><em>that it be seen</em><br /><em>for what it is</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>denial of the Love </em><br /><em>the only One</em><br /><em>that ever is</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>and thank you partiers</em><br /><em>for showing me how i, too, </em><br /><em>still believe happiness and joy</em><br /><em>can be found</em><br /><em>in lies and hiding and sleep</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>and only innocence</em><br /><em>remains</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6389836939599159827?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-23640701957683113912011-05-02T12:13:00.000-07:002011-05-02T12:22:16.665-07:00i watch my mind<div>look</div><div>at an idea</div><div><br /></div><div>i see</div><div>it is attracted to it</div><div>i see</div><div>it rush toward it</div><div>embrace it</div><div>and not let it go</div><div><br /></div><div>now the pictures</div><div>of the future with this idea</div><div>start coming</div><div><br /></div><div>i don't do it</div><div>i can't stop it</div><div><br /></div><div>they come</div><div><i>from the idea</i></div><div>i am clinging to</div><div><br /></div><div>in this new world now</div><div>i feel the tenseness</div><div>the separation from every possibility</div><div>that exists outside </div><div>the world of this </div><div>idea</div><div><br /></div><div><i>free fall</i></div><div><br /></div><div>i see the pain</div><div>the stickiness</div><div><br /></div><div>what would it be like</div><div>to let go </div><div>of this idea</div><div>and <i>free fall</i>?</div><div><br /></div><div>no fists clenched tight</div><div>no holding on at all</div><div>no straps</div><div><br /></div><div>no thing</div><div>no weight </div><div>at all</div><div><br /></div><div>not even gravity</div><div><br /></div><div>hmmm....</div><div><i>is this the experience</i></div><div><i>of levity?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>so light</div><div>that<i> i don't fall even the tiniest microscopic bit</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">but rise</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>minus gravity</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i float</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>oh what a surprise!</i></div><div><i>who knew?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>no wonder i held on for dear life (of my ego thought system....)</div><div><br /></div><div>now i find</div><div>something <i>so different</i></div><div><i>so unexpected</i></div><div><br /></div><div>without a body,</div><div>without the identity of physics</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">what is?</span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2364070195768311391?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-30314171775319522302011-04-30T20:06:00.000-07:002011-04-30T20:12:58.178-07:00in the thunderstorm<div>my mind clouded</div><div>gray</div><div>dismal</div><div>can't see beyond my face</div><div>can't see at all</div><div>have to imagine</div><div>the stars beyond</div><div>the sun</div><div>the light</div><div>after the rain</div><div><br /></div><div>but right now</div><div>i hold the cloud to me</div><div>magnetic thoughts cling</div><div>and gather to build up</div><div>bigger and bigger charge</div><div>until finally</div><div>it must explode</div><div><br /></div><div>lightning bolts</div><div>from my thoughts</div><div>to the ground</div><div><br /></div><div>touches base</div><div>with the earth</div><div><br /></div><div>the old wooden tree is charred</div><div>splits into two or three or four</div><div><br /></div><div>but whatever it is</div><div>its not the same as it was before</div><div><br /></div><div>the clouds may return</div><div>again</div><div>and again</div><div>and again</div><div><br /></div><div>but that tree is no longer</div><div>what it was</div><div><br /></div><div>she fell in some way</div><div>the electricity</div><div>traveled a path</div><div>and made way </div><div>for itself</div><div><br /></div><div>change </div><div> space</div><div> death</div><div>exposure of </div><div>inner linings</div><div>for the first time ever</div><div>light hits the inner most core</div><div><br /></div><div>the tree will never close over</div><div>this break</div><div>this opening</div><div><br /></div><div>when sun hits </div><div>the wood</div><div><br /></div><div>the fire burns</div><div>away</div><div>what seems solid</div><div><br /></div><div>clouds </div><div>seem solid too</div><div><br /></div><div>but they are not</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3031417177531952230?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-33290507250729111232011-04-29T10:25:00.000-07:002011-04-29T10:36:18.134-07:00i am<div>the Will of God</div><div><br /></div><div>the Will </div><div>of Goodness</div><div><br /></div><div>i will to do</div><div>what makes my heart sing</div><div><br /></div><div>thou <i>shall be</i></div><div>what you <i>are</i></div><div><i>forever more</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>it can be no other way</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>it is <i>impossible</i> your heart</div><div>can <i>truly</i> sing</div><div>at another's loss</div><div><br /></div><div>it is <i>impossible</i></div><div>you could ever <i>truly</i></div><div>believe it could</div><div><br /></div><div>this timeless truth</div><div>is written <i>in your heart</i></div><div><br /></div><div>it is here</div><div>your joy remains </div><div><br /></div><div>here</div><div>all answers <i>live</i></div><div><br /></div><div>they have never left you</div><div>for a moment</div><div><br /></div><div>your <i>Heart</i></div><div>is God's Will</div><div><br /></div><div>let not your mind</div><div>convince</div><div>tempt</div><div>distract </div><div>you</div><div><br /></div><div>it is not true</div><div><br /></div><div>your heart is true</div><div><br /></div><div>it's <i>that simple</i></div><div><br /></div><div>does your heart sing</div><div>with this idea?</div><div>then it reflects God's Will</div><div><br /></div><div>does your heart ache</div><div>with this idea?</div><div>then your mind</div><div>has led you astray</div><div><br /></div><div><i>park yourself</i></div><div>listen</div><div><i>feel</i></div><div>what is true</div><div><br /></div><div>it's <i>not</i> <i>a mind game</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>You</i></div><div><i>are your joy;</i></div><div><i>You </i></div><div><i>are your doctor</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>nothing to do</div><div>nothing to figure out</div><div><br /></div><div>just remember</div><div>just allow</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>let<i> arguments </i></div><div>with your Joy/Truth</div><div>be watched </div><div>with wholly loving eyes,</div><div><br /></div><div>the knowing Mona Lisa smile,</div><div>and</div><div>shine on....</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3329050725072911123?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-53173505087953721582011-04-26T10:05:00.000-07:002011-04-26T10:15:09.264-07:00who/what <div>would i be</div><div>if "i" got it "right"?</div><div><br /></div><div>lost</div><div>in the dream</div><div>the prison</div><div>of "rightness"</div><div><br /></div><div>from this tall tower</div><div>i'm afraid to fall</div><div><br /></div><div>one mistep</div><div>and i'm off the roof</div><div><br /></div><div>freefalling</div><div>what if</div><div>i relax</div><div>look around</div><div>and</div><div>have the ride of my life</div><div><br /></div><div>who knows what will happen next?</div><div><br /></div><div>the unknown can't be scary</div><div>only the imagined is</div><div><br /></div><div>how do i know</div><div>what getting it right is?</div><div><br /></div><div>i want to be alive</div><div>have fun</div><div>not careful</div><div>guarded</div><div>only one possible right footstep</div><div><br /></div><div>that's not alive</div><div>its dead</div><div><br /></div><div>a rerun</div><div>a past</div><div>filling in the blank on a worksheet</div><div>someone else made up!</div><div><br /></div><div>100% correct!</div><div><i>they</i> say</div><div><br /></div><div>you win the prize:</div><div><i>my</i> approval</div><div><br /></div><div><i>but who are <b>they?</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i>do i really want <b>their</b> approval?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>the worksheet writers</div><div>the prescribers</div><div>the "knowers" of what's good for me--</div><div><i>to be like them</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>yes, what would i have</div><div>what would i be</div><div>if "i" got it "right"?</div><div><br /></div><div>thank you for this key</div><div>to the door</div><div><br /></div><div>open sky</div><div>currents lift</div><div>and sail</div><div>swirl</div><div>change</div><div>move</div><div><br /></div><div>life is</div><div>what it it</div><div>as maximal as it will ever be</div><div><br /></div><div>right now</div><div><br /></div><div>how light to drop </div><div>the chains of "getting it right"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5317350508795372158?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-55894986677351924422011-04-25T22:52:00.000-07:002011-04-25T23:06:36.464-07:00the world is flat and square<div>said the table</div><div><br /></div><div>oh no</div><div>the world is round</div><div>and so bouncy</div><div>said the ball</div><div><br /></div><div>the world is windy and open</div><div>said the hawk from high in the sky</div><div><br /></div><div>laughing</div><div>the fish</div><div>smiled at the silliness...</div><div>the world is weightless</div><div>glistens and glides</div><div><br /></div><div>the sun looked down</div><div>and saw it all</div><div>the world is very very hot</div><div>it glowed</div><div><br /></div><div> the icebergs</div><div>cracked and cackled</div><div>and broke into millions of pieces</div><div>melting and floating</div><div>and disappearing into the ocean</div><div><br /></div><div>the world is flowing</div><div>they said</div><div><br /></div><div>all things</div><div> flowing</div><div> into each other</div><div><br /></div><div>i hold the fish</div><div>the hawk lifts it up</div><div>rising high </div><div>into the sunlight</div><div>that melts me...</div><div><br /></div><div>the table,</div><div>the wooden boat</div><div>but risen from the ground</div><div>as a tree</div><div>then cut </div><div>and formed by hands</div><div>of a man</div><div>that also</div><div>dribbles and catches and throws around</div><div>bouncing balls</div><div>that roll</div><div>and soar</div><div>and fall</div><div>and float</div><div><br /></div><div>and everywhere</div><div>it's all true</div><div><br /></div><div>and though it all looks</div><div>sounds</div><div>and seems to taste</div><div>very different</div><div><br /></div><div>Life </div><div>is</div><div>but </div><div>One</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5589498667735192442?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-34856720567404812542011-04-25T15:55:00.000-07:002011-04-25T16:40:07.975-07:00<div><br /></div><div>what do i <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">want</span></i>?</div><div><br /></div><div>communion (communication)</div><div>or</div><div>to be right</div><div>to educate the ignorant</div><div>to bring knowledge</div><div> to one who doesn't have it</div><div>to<i> convert?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>i am speaking</div><div>of my love</div><div>my religion</div><div> my language</div><div>that has fed me</div><div>so sweetly</div><div>so richly...</div><div>like melted butter</div><div>and maple syrup </div><div>soaking into pancakes</div><div><br /></div><div>it has brought me so much delight</div><div>and fresh insight to</div><div>give me new life</div><div><br /></div><div>oh dear dear one i love</div><div>i speak of it to you</div><div>on and on and on</div><div><br /></div><div>of my passion...</div><div>my beloved concepts</div><div>my sweet definitions...</div><div><br /></div><div>and i notice</div><div>at first</div><div>your eyes are sad</div><div>then closed</div><div>then</div><div>a tear rolls down your cheek</div><div>and</div><div> hands cover your face</div><div><br /></div><div> finally your whole body</div><div> turns in the other direction</div><div><br /></div><div>i keep speaking</div><div>spilling this syrup i love</div><div><br /></div><div>she must need <i>more</i></div><div>she just doesn't "get it"</div><div><i>i haven't said enough yet</i></div><div><i>more knowledge</i></div><div><i>more instruction</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>is certainly what she needs...will "fix" this</i></div><div><br /></div><div>her shoulder tense</div><div>hunched </div><div>and now she is getting up</div><div>and moving away</div><div>further and further</div><div><br /></div><div> the sobs become louder</div><div>the motions more forceful</div><div><br /></div><div>now in my mind she is evil/bad/harmful/<i><b>scary </b></i>to me</div><div>she makes me feel incompetent</div><div>she doesn't listen</div><div>she's hurting me</div><div>she doesn't care and is selfish</div><div><br /></div><div> now she's running away</div><div>and will need days to "do her work"</div><div>regain her sanity</div><div>and see she was wrong</div><div><br /></div><div>i wait and wait</div><div>on the cross</div><div>for three days</div><div>until she</div><div>is finally ready to roll</div><div>the stone away</div><div>and resurrect herself</div><div>so i can get off the cross</div><div><br /></div><div>evil of her </div><div>to hold me up here</div><div> so long</div><div><br /></div><div>only an idiot couldn't easily see the light i see</div><div>and so set me free</div><div>and never string me up here</div><div>in the first place</div><div><br /></div><div>without my wisdom</div><div>she keeps repeating her mistake...</div><div><br /></div><div>i hate this old story</div><div>this 100,oooth rerun....</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">what else is possible?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(there must</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">be</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">better</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">way!!!)</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">help me, Lord, i don't get it/her!</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>....i see</div><div> as i spoonfeed my favorite soup </div><div>to this baby of mine</div><div><br /></div><div>her eyes are sad</div><div>i notice</div><div>she is turning away...</div><div>and i do not understand</div><div>and i am afraid</div><div>because i have watched this movie before</div><div>sooooo many times</div><div>and i know how it always turns out...</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">this</span></i> time</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">pause</span></i></div><div><i>i <b>stop talking</b></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>i see</i></div><div><i> i am not certain what is going on</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>i remember</div><div> my desire is communion</div><div><br /></div><div>and i wonder </div><div>if the connection is still there</div><div><br /></div><div>i don't feel</div><div> the electricity</div><div><br /></div><div>it seems</div><div> i have "lost" her </div><div><br /></div><div>or perhaps she</div><div> has "abandoned" me</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">it doesn't matter</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i don't need to find who's at fault or how</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div>i just <i>know </i></div><div><i></i>I want to commune</div><div><br /></div><div>on common ground</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">so i ask</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hey,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">what's going on with you?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">where are you?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">what are you feeling?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">experiencing?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Tell me everything</b></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>i would so appreciate </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>if you would take the time</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>to tell me how you see me</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>so i can have a greater perspective</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>than just my own.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; ">and i listen</span></b></i></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>Tell me everything.</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>do you hear the love in these words?</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>do you have any idea how great this gift is?</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>to yourself</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>and to offer to someone else</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>Tell me everything</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>and i am back in your arms</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>Tell me everything</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>for my birthday</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Christmas</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Easter </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Valentine' s Day</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>it's the only present i ever want</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>Tell me everything...</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>I am interested in/care about your feelings</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Maybe I got lost in my topic/ my religion</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>and forgot my desire was communion</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>maybe...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>just maybe...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>i'll ask...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3485672056740481254?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-30193264047971805472011-04-24T09:22:00.000-07:002011-04-24T09:32:37.451-07:00differences<div>really show you </div><div>yourself</div><div><br /></div><div>like going to Europe</div><div>i discovered how American I was</div><div><br /></div><div>someone with a very different background</div><div>teaches me what i am</div><div>and what i am not</div><div><br /></div><div>much more clearly </div><div>than someone very similar</div><div><br /></div><div>where differences are invisible</div><div>seamless</div><div><br /></div><div>where we both share the same deception</div><div>the same blindness</div><div><br /></div><div>someone who doesn't really know me</div><div>will lay their story on me</div><div><br /></div><div>and now i will see who i am </div><div>in the midst of "attack"</div><div><br /></div><div>can i still be loving</div><div>in the face of this ignorance</div><div>this "denial"</div><div>"hogwash"?</div><div><br /></div><div>or must i </div><div>explain myself?</div><div><br /></div><div>must i win them over?</div><div><br /></div><div>must I change their perception</div><div>of me?</div><div><br /></div><div><i>who am i in the face of my "bludgeoning/crucifixion"?</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>will i bludgeon them?</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>or rest</i></div><div><i>assured</i></div><div><br /></div><div>will i be <i>curious</i></div><div><i>open minded</i> enough</div><div>to ask myself</div><div>if perhaps</div><div><br /></div><div>their different vantage point</div><div>doesn't actually see something</div><div>i </div><div>have</div><div>missed?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>perhaps</div><div>friction</div><div>can</div><div>result</div><div>in </div><div>smootheness...</div><div><br /></div><div>hmmm....</div><div><br /></div><div>God</div><div>is</div><div>in</div><div>everything i hear........................</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3019326404797180547?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-84846742448392759492011-04-24T07:47:00.000-07:002011-04-24T07:56:25.267-07:00i noticed it<div>again</div><div><br /></div><div>someone was talking</div><div>telling me their thoughts</div><div>beliefs</div><div>understanding of reality</div><div><br /></div><div>and i noticed</div><div>i wanted</div><div>to teach</div><div>to clarify</div><div>to undercut</div><div>with something more profound</div><div><br /></div><div><i>my</i> truth,</div><div>not theirs</div><div><br /></div><div>i wanted to correct</div><div>to align them</div><div>with my understanding</div><div><br /></div><div>i wanted </div><div>him</div><div>to see it my way</div><div><br /></div><div>to see "his denial"</div><div>from my point of view</div><div><br /></div><div>instead of hearing</div><div>the truth</div><div>in what he said</div><div><br /></div><div>the truth</div><div>i actually agree with</div><div><br /></div><div>he prefers different words</div><div>content is identical</div><div><br /></div><div>i noticed</div><div>i was choosing to focus</div><div>on meaningless differences</div><div><br /></div><div>i noticed</div><div>i was feeling</div><div>separate</div><div><br /></div><div>i am so grateful</div><div>to see</div><div>to notice</div><div>my part</div><div><br /></div><div><i>no matter what anyone else says</i></div><div>it's always <i>for</i> me</div><div><br /></div><div>do i want</div><div>to find common ground?</div><div>or</div><div>sit</div><div>on my high horse</div><div>above</div><div>alone</div><div>victorious</div><div>in my separation</div><div><br /></div><div>dead</div><div>to my OneSelf</div><div><br /></div><div>resurrection</div><div>puts my feet </div><div>back on common ground</div><div><br /></div><div>with my brother</div><div>with God</div><div>with learning</div><div><br /></div><div>a student forever</div><div>of God/Reality</div><div><br /></div><div><i>whenever</i></div><div>you are "right",</div><div>you are wrong</div><div><br /></div><div>here</div><div>is resurrection</div><div><br /></div><div>Christ</div><div>is in no position</div><div>but Love</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8484674244839275949?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-21426777148059164992011-04-23T14:55:00.000-07:002011-04-23T14:56:17.801-07:00<div>the scent of fear<div><br /><div>a whiff</div><div>of insecurity</div></div><div><br /></div><div>she breathes</div><div>on to me</div><div><br /></div><div>the faintest hint...</div><div><br /></div><div>and <i>i</i> feel</div><div><i>faint</i></div><div><br /></div><div>i am <i>caught</i></div><div>in it</div><div><br /></div><div><i>i</i> can't breathe</div><div><br /></div><div>the air is not here</div><div>now</div><div><br /></div><div><i>her</i> fault</div><div>i die</div><div><br /></div><div><i>her</i> fault</div><div>my bottom falls out,</div><div>my premise,</div><div>of false security: she is my strength</div><div><br /></div><div><i>her</i> faulty foot step</div><div>and</div><div><i>i</i> am shaken to the core</div><div><br /></div><div>this <i>must</i> be changed</div><div>it's broken</div><div>i must teach her she is wrong</div><div><i>immediately</i></div><div>because</div><div><i>i am falling</i></div><div><i>unsafe</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>she</i> must secure herself</div><div>so my rope is whole</div><div><br /></div><div>and so the fire <i>grows</i></div><div><i>because</i> i teach her</div><div>she is wrong</div><div><br /></div><div>i point out to her</div><div>her error</div><div>and i <i>must</i> win this.</div><div>my life depends on it</div><div>my whole identity is placed so shakily</div><div>out there</div><div><br /></div><div>her crushing silence</div><div>withholds</div><div>my love</div><div>that i am</div><div><br /></div><div>and so</div><div>now <i>she</i> much die</div><div>for me to live</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>there is another way</i></div><div>another day</div><div>born now</div><div><br /></div><div>a whiff of fear...</div><div>of her mistep out of love's perception</div><div><br /></div><div>i see</div><div>she has done nothing</div><div>but is <i>dreaming</i> she has stepped off a cliff</div><div>and <i>feels </i>her stomach rising into her throat</div><div>the <i>sensation </i>of a world</div><div>pulled out from under her</div><div><br /></div><div>Clarity sees the simplicity</div><div><br /></div><div><div>sanity/truth doesn't dive off the cliff with her</div><div><i>into the lie</i></div><div>the<i> prison</i></div><div>the <i>hell</i></div><div>of</div><div>if only she...</div><div>if only she...</div><div>i would be okay</div></div><div><br /></div><div>i reach out my hand</div><div>extend it over the edge of the cliff</div><div>right into her fear</div><div>right into the darkness</div><div><i>i meet her</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>i don't tell her she is full of shit</div><div>because</div><div><i>i </i>am <i>no</i>t in pain</div><div><br /></div><div>i realize i stand on <i>firm high ground</i></div><div>my hand reaches</div><div>to share</div><div>this never moving mountain</div><div><br /></div><div>calm</div><div>i need do nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>for certain,</div><div>she is not wrong</div><div><br /></div><div>asleep, yes,</div><div>in that moment</div><div>her pain is undeniable</div><div><br /></div><div>i don't ask her</div><div>to fake it</div><div>to shake it</div><div><br /></div><div>i don't tell her</div><div>her dream is lasting far too long</div><div>for my convenience</div><div>and my comfort</div><div><br /></div><div>i simply see</div><div>i hear</div><div>i listen</div><div>i <i>know</i></div><div><i>truth is inevitable</i></div><div>i<i> know</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">she is the sun</span></i></div><div>dreaming for but an instant</div><div><br /></div><div>and i rest</div><div>for it <i>is</i> my <i>experience</i></div><div>that every single day of my life</div><div>the sun rises</div><div>and provides far more</div><div>than i could ever use</div><div><br /></div><div>and i</div><div><i>do nothing for it</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>the sun now extends <i>through me</i></div><div>to remind</div><div>to be the star</div><div>she can see</div><div>even in her sleep</div><div>and so i <i>see she does</i></div><div><i>see the light</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>i need not hurry her</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>i know</div><div>in the night</div><div>rest is a gift</div><div><br /></div><div>i know</div><div>in the silence</div><div>God's Voice</div><div>is heard more clearly</div><div><br /></div><div>i remember</div><div>that when someone is falling</div><div>telling them what to do</div><div>or that they shouldn't fall</div><div><br /></div><div><i>is like <b>ordering the river to stop</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i><b>and i can see</b></i></div><div><i><b>that letting my life depend</b></i></div><div><i><b>on stopping a river</b></i></div><div><i><b>is not good or bad,</b></i></div><div><i><b>it's impossible</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i>i will never stop</i></div><div><i>the river</i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>i simply allow her</div><div>to flow...</div><div><br /></div><div>to the ocean</div><div>to the valleys</div><div>to the desert</div><div>to every part of the world</div><div>she will</div><div><br /></div><div>there is nothing to fear</div><div>but <i>trying to stop</i></div><div><i>the <b>river</b></i>!</div><div><br /></div><div>this</div><div>is</div><div>resurrection</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2142677714805916499?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-73026582870741247402011-04-23T11:56:00.000-07:002011-04-23T12:10:46.259-07:00i <i>love</i> my Self!<div><br /></div><div>i <i>am </i>the garden</div><div><br /></div><div>oh pink pink pink</div><div>everywhere blooming</div><div><br /></div><div>"rambunctious" i am called! (by another and myself)</div><div>the book told me this:</div><div><br /></div><div>(oh happy day!)</div><div><br /></div><div>rambunctious: un ruly</div><div>yes! i am under no laws but God's/Reality/what is!</div><div><br /></div><div>uncontrollable: oh thank God!/Reality</div><div>i need not be controlled</div><div>nor control</div><div><br /></div><div>to have any such delusion</div><div>of control</div><div>is insane...</div><div>denial of Joy now</div><div><br /></div><div>oh Lovers!</div><div>who would choose to limit Joy!?</div><div><br /></div><div>leave Her out of any situation,</div><div>person, place, moment?</div><div><br /></div><div>"joyously unstrained": <i><b>let the horses run</b></i>!!! :-))))) (can you feel the wind in your hair?)</div><div>oh the joy</div><div>of dogs loping?</div><div><br /></div><div>yes</div><div>thank you thank you thank you</div><div>for the completely unblocked</div><div><i><b>gushing</b></i></div><div><i><b>of life</b></i></div><div><i><b>as me</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>abundant</div><div>plentiful</div><div><br /></div><div>to exuberate: overflow!</div><div> what but by the grace of God,</div><div>to be <i>overflowing,</i></div><div>not in egoic denial!</div><div><br /></div><div>overflowing <i>must share</i> itself with you, with <i>all</i></div><div>it's what it<i><b> is</b></i></div><div><br /></div><div>untamable!</div><div>oh </div><div>Heaven, yes</div><div><br /></div><div>who would even think</div><div>of taming God</div><div>unless </div><div>he were mistaken?</div><div><br /></div><div>today we are blooming</div><div>endlessly</div><div><br /></div><div>the resurrection </div><div>is </div><div><i>now</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>the past</div><div><i>is now</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>the future</div><div><i>is now</i></div><div><br /></div><div>and life<i> celebrates!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>ram bunctious!</div><div>amen!</div><div><br /></div><div>derivation,</div><div>french:</div><div>uber....</div><div>uber in German: very</div><div><br /></div><div>udder</div><div>fruitful</div><div><br /></div><div>i love love <i>love</i></div><div>to <i><b>be</b></i></div><div>the fruit</div><div><b>the </b><i><b>milk</b></i></div><div><b>of God! :-))</b></div><div><br /></div><div>oh oh oh</div><div><i>gracious</i></div><div>me...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-7302658287074124740?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-23901341444709128412011-04-19T10:46:00.000-07:002011-04-19T10:58:03.209-07:00the reflection<div>moves</div><div><br /></div><div><i>without argument</i></div><div>without resistance</div><div><br /></div><div>just see </div><div>where you are </div><div>right now</div><div><br /></div><div>it's <i>all</i> reflection</div><div>ever the flow</div><div>ever expanding</div><div><br /></div><div>of bounty</div><div>compassion</div><div>rest</div><div>freedom</div><div>placid</div><div><br /></div><div>the stillness</div><div>sits</div><div>(and watches)</div><div><br /></div><div>a light comes</div><div>a joy</div><div>a blessing</div><div>excitement</div><div><br /></div><div>subsides</div><div><br /></div><div>luscious </div><div>motionless</div><div><br /></div><div>the runner feels so good </div><div>to sit down</div><div>and do nothing</div><div>at the end of the race</div><div><br /></div><div>the tired muscle</div><div>to put down</div><div>the weight</div><div><br /></div><div>and then</div><div>a note is heard again</div><div><br /></div><div>the body must dance</div><div>out of pure joy!</div><div><br /></div><div>the body <i>is moved</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>it</i> had <i>no plan</i></div><div>for this</div><div><br /></div><div>a flower blooms</div><div>inside the mind</div><div><br /></div><div>the inspiration</div><div>lifts</div><div>our hearts</div><div><br /></div><div><i>the smile explodes out to all</i></div><div><br /></div><div>weightless</div><div>we follow the clue</div><div><br /></div><div>not knowing the next</div><div><br /></div><div>only</div><div>carrried </div><div>by this</div><div><br /></div><div>free</div><div>from "me"</div><div><br /></div><div>free</div><div>from "planning"</div><div><br /></div><div>free</div><div>from "knowing"</div><div><br /></div><div>silence</div><div>receives</div><div>Her King</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>God</div><div>is...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-2390134144470912841?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-6506462275015389802011-04-17T11:22:00.000-07:002011-04-17T11:26:44.968-07:00let this be a day of <i>play...</i><div><br /></div><div>there's <i>nothing immovable</i></div><div><br /></div><div>nothing <i>solid</i></div><div><br /></div><div>that's just <i>your belief</i></div><div>you are looking at!</div><div><br /></div><div>imagine now...</div><div>what if...</div><div>Joy <i>really</i> created you!</div><div><br /></div><div>imagine now</div><div>you are wrong about everything you have ever believed...</div><div><br /></div><div>what if you were</div><div>happy beyond your wildest dreams right now?</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>imagine</b></i></div><div><i><b>you have no idea of</b></i></div><div><i><b>what is going on!</b></i></div><div>what you are</div><div>where you came from</div><div><br /></div><div>and you need to wait</div><div>and ask</div><div>and be told...</div><div><br /></div><div>imagine your body</div><div>is just a guess--</div><div>a hypothesis you came up with,</div><div>but it's not true</div><div><br /></div><div>imagine</div><div>silence is possible</div><div>and truth can be revealed to you...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-650646227501538980?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-17823582000849687392011-04-11T11:52:00.000-07:002011-04-11T12:03:16.448-07:00without the thought <div>of "something wrong"</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">no one</span></i></div><div>in a box</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">no past</span></i></div><div>on </div><div>anyone</div><div><br /></div><div>oh oh oh</div><div>what open doors</div><div>as this</div><div><br /></div><div>wholly unknown</div><div>everything</div><div>a suprise</div><div>gift</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">clay</span></i></div><div>right now</div><div>mine</div><div><br /></div><div>mirror</div><div>of me</div><div><br /></div><div>spontaneous</div><div>free </div><div>joyous wings</div><div><br /></div><div>here</div><div>is heaven</div><div><br /></div><div>without the thought of "something wrong"</div><div><br /></div><div>i am allowed</div><div>to be </div><div>the Mountain Itself</div><div><br /></div><div>not (just) the climber</div><div><br /></div><div>but ALL of it</div><div><br /></div><div>A to Z of it</div><div>and <i>that</i> is but a speck</div><div>which lives</div><div><i>in</i> It</div><div><br /></div><div>the All</div><div><br /></div><div>"i" <i>made </i></div><div>the mountain <i>up</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>the story </i>of the climber</div><div>of a need</div><div>of a place i wasn't</div><div>a place to go to</div><div>from a distance</div><div>a stranger</div><div>needing a grail</div><div><br /></div><div>oh yes</div><div>at last</div><div>withhout the thought</div><div>"there's something wrong (with me!)"</div><div><br /></div><div>the <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">whole picture</span></i></div><div>is returned</div><div><br /></div><div>blazing light</div><div>clarity</div><div>of </div><div>positions</div><div>perspectives</div><div>times</div><div>spaces</div><div>views</div><div><br /></div><div>vision </div><div>sees it all</div><div><br /></div><div>and sees it is not so...</div><div><br /></div><div>:-)))))</div><div>nothing's ever</div><div>been</div><div>"wrong".....</div><div><br /></div><div>oh oh oh</div><div>happy day! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1782358200084968739?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-71607195598347637422011-04-11T10:23:00.001-07:002011-04-11T10:31:33.711-07:00how can you see something<div>your back is facing?</div><div><br /></div><div>when you've turned away</div><div>turned your back....</div><div><br /></div><div>honestly,</div><div>God...God....where are you?</div><div>help me!</div><div>as we reach for the bottle</div><div>the chocolate</div><div>the body</div><div>the "toy" (not the Real Thing)</div><div><br /></div><div>facing toward the world</div><div>God out of sight</div><div>only because</div><div>we are <i>grasping</i></div><div>for what <i>we believe</i></div><div>will satisfy</div><div>our hunger</div><div>bring us</div><div>relief,</div><div>even "happiness", we call it</div><div><br /></div><div>a <i>toy</i> car</div><div>is <i>not</i></div><div>a real one</div><div><br /></div><div>you can't get in it</div><div>it doesn't fit</div><div>it's way too small for you</div><div><br /></div><div>so we <i>pretend</i></div><div>to get in</div><div>and drive around</div><div>and fantasize </div><div>all the places</div><div>it will take us--</div><div>so much "fun"</div><div><br /></div><div><i>all pretend</i></div><div>and no substitute</div><div>for the Real Thing</div><div><br /></div><div>for <i>true</i> happiness</div><div>for the truth</div><div>of<i> what we are</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>not a doll,</i></div><div><i>but God</i></div><div><i>Itself,</i></div><div>wholly creative</div><div>infinite</div><div>ever expanding</div><div>Joy</div><div><br /></div><div>would we not turn around</div><div>for This?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-7160719559834763742?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-80888910670699277802011-04-10T10:22:00.000-07:002011-04-10T10:34:20.586-07:00without the thought "i want..."<div><br /></div><div>i am free</div><div>life</div><div>abounds</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">pours</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> through me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>God is (restored)</div><div>freedom is</div><div>Joy is</div><div><br /></div><div>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......comes <i>through</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>open</i></div><div>to all</div><div>that is</div><div><br /></div><div>fed</div><div>continuous stream</div><div>awareness</div><div><br /></div><div>not a body</div><div>this big expanding space</div><div><br /></div><div>eye-deas just come</div><div>i just do it</div><div>it's not "i want"</div><div>its just yes</div><div>do that</div><div>very direct</div><div><br /></div><div>love just moves</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Gratitude</span></i></div><div>happy <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">for no reason</span></i></div><div>singing heart</div><div>purr</div><div><br /></div><div>thank you thank you thank you...</div><div>for the beauty</div><div><br /></div><div>and i am not attached to it</div><div>to any one specific form of it</div><div><br /></div><div>it is <i>every where</i></div><div><i>every thing</i></div><div><br /></div><div>overjoyed</div><div><br /></div><div>wow!</div><div>one book</div><div>what amazing infinite giving</div><div>always giving forever</div><div>continually</div><div>sitting on the shelf</div><div>while i am asleep to it</div><div><br /></div><div>so with <i>every tiny thing</i></div><div><br /></div><div>beauty radiates fully infinitely</div><div><br /></div><div>my Self</div><div>sees it</div><div>now</div><div><br /></div><div>without the thought "i want"</div><div><br /></div><div>each tiny door opened now</div><div>to <i>God</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>for</i> receiving</div><div><i>for</i> acceptance</div><div><br /></div><div>oneness</div><div><i>completion</i></div><div><i>of all Light</i></div><div><br /></div><div>without the thought "i want"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8088891067069927780?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-45918681239371673582011-04-09T10:14:00.000-07:002011-04-09T10:24:41.974-07:00you literally give life<div>to something</div><div>by </div><div><i>looking</i> on it</div><div><br /></div><div>with love</div><div>it vibrates</div><div><br /></div><div>enlivens</div><div><br /></div><div>like talking to plants</div><div>or a cat</div><div>that then begins to prrrrr...</div><div><br /></div><div>everything purrs</div><div>all the time</div><div><br /></div><div>feel the love</div><div><br /></div><div>of the rose...</div><div>her scent pouring forth</div><div>literally filling you</div><div><br /></div><div>touching</div><div><br /></div><div>entering your bloodstream</div><div>traveling through your body</div><div>and puffed</div><div>back out </div><div>to the world</div><div>in each breath</div><div><br /></div><div><i>everything</i> you look on today</div><div>but lights up</div><div><i><b>as you look at it</b></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>watch!</i></div><div><i>feel</i></div><div><i>it</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>this</i></div><div>is the dance of life</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>eyes do dance</div><div><br /></div><div>plants</div><div>sit there</div><div>so quiet</div><div>so unnoticed</div><div>so humble</div><div><br /></div><div>never tiring</div><div>never complaining</div><div><br /></div><div>if you don't want to water them</div><div>they just quietly dissappear</div><div><br /></div><div>or do they?</div><div><br /></div><div>is there life</div><div>in your life</div><div>you have been forgetting to water?</div><div><br /></div><div>paying no attention to?</div><div>having no gratitude for?</div><div><br /></div><div><i>look</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">at everything</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">with love</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">rest</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> on it</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">in true appreciation</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">it is...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">everything is...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">part</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">of</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">you</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-4591868123937167358?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-37911768977550042252011-04-05T13:20:00.000-07:002011-04-05T13:39:29.699-07:00Let Me <div>be</div><div>your Guide</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>only</i> this</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>only</i> here</div><div>is true peace </div><div><i>ever </i>found</div><div><br /></div><div>there is </div><div>nothing else</div><div>that will ever fulfill you</div><div>nor make your way smoothe</div><div><br /></div><div>nothing else</div><div>matters</div><div><i><b>at all</b></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>in this moment</i></div><div><i>only </i></div><div><i>ever</i></div><div><i>one thing to do</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>ask</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>what would you have me</i></div><div><i> do</i></div><div><i>learn</i></div><div><i>say</i></div><div><i>think?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>listen...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>wait...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>hear...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>there <b>is nothing </b></i></div><div><i>for you</i></div><div><i>to<b> figure out</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>if you are trying to</div><div>figure it out</div><div>you are <i>afraid</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>your thinking</i></div><div><i> is interfering</i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i><b> </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">fear/blockage</span></i></div><div>is not clarity</div><div>or Wisdom</div><div>or Loving</div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>fear is all ways</div><div>insane/ in the idea of "sin"</div><div>it can take you only around the same</div><div>vicious circle/cycle/pattern</div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>it's advice has never changed</div><div>it's not new</div><div>don't be fooled/tempted</div><div>again...</div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i><b>Let Me be</b></i></div><div><i>your Guide</i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i>nothing else</i></div><div><i>matters</i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">at all</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-3791176897755004225?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-58647517455403800642011-04-02T11:35:00.000-07:002011-04-02T11:47:40.229-07:00dont' know mind<div>is without</div><div>the hierarchy:</div><div>comparison</div><div>judgement</div><div>"best"</div><div> interest</div><div><br /></div><div>don't know mind</div><div>is the</div><div><i>can't</i> know mind</div><div><br /></div><div>the <i>trusting what is</i> mind</div><div>to be the <i>very best</i></div><div>being here now</div><div><br /></div><div>being holds no desire</div><div><i>not to be</i></div><div><br /></div><div>joy</div><div>happiness</div><div>does not wish</div><div>to go away</div><div>to disintegrate</div><div><br /></div><div>she LOVES herself</div><div><br /></div><div>expands</div><div>just looking at</div><div>noticing her joy</div><div>she grows up</div><div>lights up</div><div>and extends</div><div>herself</div><div><br /></div><div>lifts</div><div>herself</div><div>up!</div><div><br /></div><div>higher</div><div>higher</div><div>higher!</div><div><br /></div><div>isness</div><div>she sees herself </div><div>in <b><i>your</i></b> eyes</div><div>and grows</div><div>in brightness</div><div><br /></div><div>joy only gives increase</div><div><br /></div><div>do you feel</div><div>the healing </div><div><i><b>power</b></i></div><div><i><b>of your smile</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i>feel</i></div><div><i>how good</i></div><div><i>your smile </i></div><div><i>feels<b> for you</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>the gift</div><div>of the smile</div><div>extends inward </div><div>from deep within</div><div>to reach forever outward</div><div>and again back to herself</div><div>her source</div><div><br /></div><div>the precious gift</div><div>of my smile</div><div>to me</div><div><br /></div><div>i love</div><div>love</div><div>love</div><div>my </div><div><i>radiant</i></div><div>child/star!</div><div><br /></div><div>her dear presence</div><div><i>continues</i></div><div>to</div><div> feed</div><div>me...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5864751745540380064?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-56180553919760584472011-04-02T10:42:00.000-07:002011-04-02T10:56:34.912-07:00love holds no greivances<div><br /></div><div>against you, dear one</div><div><br /></div><div>free as the morning breeze</div><div>no place disallowed</div><div>off limits</div><div>or even underground</div><div>where breeze</div><div>can't move</div><div><br /></div><div>breeze is never stuck</div><div>by it's nature</div><div><br /></div><div>love holds no weights</div><div>nor waits</div><div><br /></div><div>nothing can pin you here</div><div>to the ground</div><div>for even a moment</div><div><br /></div><div>love <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">needs no form from you</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>love<i><b> owns </b></i>you</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">owns your being</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>whatever</i> costume</div><div>you put on</div><div><br /></div><div>love is the walker</div><div>the talker</div><div>the breather</div><div>the doer</div><div><br /></div><div>no matter <i>how convinced </i>you are</div><div>it was the pretty dress your wore</div><div>that turned his head</div><div>got you the job</div><div>made you love yourself</div><div><i>won you the prize</i></div><div>caught you the fish</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">you are wrong</span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>love runs the show</b></div><div>from start to finish</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>it</b></i> created you</div><div><i><b>it </b></i>lives you</div><div><i>it</i> <b><i>moves</i></b> you</div><div><br /></div><div>just listen</div><div>to the simple </div><div>love song</div><div><br /></div><div>dance </div><div>to her rhythms</div><div><br /></div><div>and rest</div><div>in her arms</div><div><br /></div><div><i>let</i> but love</div><div><i><b>feed</b></i> you...</div><div><br /></div><div>i am sustained</div><div>by the love</div><div>of God</div><div><br /></div><div>love created me</div><div><i>like itself</i></div><div><br /></div><div>love holds no grievances...</div><div>against</div><div>me</div><div><br /></div><div>the <i>whole veil</i> is undone</div><div><i>already</i></div><div><i>in your mind</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Love</div><div><i><b>is</b></i></div><div>You.</div><div><br /></div><div>Honestly.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-5618055391976058447?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-65467437789393127362011-03-31T09:01:00.000-07:002011-03-31T09:07:39.322-07:00notice<div><br /></div><div>the puddles!</div><div><br /></div><div>the <i>fun</i></div><div><i>is</i> in</div><div><i> your mind!!!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>every thought/thing</div><div>a toy</div><div><br /></div><div>imagination</div><div>and reality</div><div>are not </div><div>the same...</div><div><br /></div><div>you, the dreamer,</div><div><i><b>not </b></i>the dream</div><div><br /></div><div>en-joy</div><div>the</div><div>ride...</div><div><br /></div><div>notice</div><div><br /></div><div>just</div><div>notice</div><div><br /></div><div>the puddles...</div><div><br /></div><div>you need <i>do</i></div><div>nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>the fun</div><div>is <i>already</i></div><div><i>in</i></div><div>your mind</div><div><br /></div><div>notice</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6546743778939312736?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-10998089194417931482011-03-30T21:05:00.000-07:002011-03-30T21:12:42.593-07:00dear little one<div>who forgot what she was</div><div>afraid to speak</div><div>to the children</div><div><br /></div><div>shy</div><div><br /></div><div>asleep</div><div>under a spell</div><div><br /></div><div>dreaming for sure</div><div>of some place beside God</div><div><br /></div><div>without Herself</div><div>without Wisdom</div><div>without Knowledge</div><div>Big Picture</div><div>Insight</div><div>Understanding</div><div>Reality</div><div><br /></div><div>seeing separation</div><div>lack</div><div>difference</div><div><br /></div><div>without Her Self</div><div>distraught</div><div><br /></div><div>away from Home</div><div>in their business</div><div><br /></div><div>she is all alone</div><div>empty </div><div>of her Self</div><div><br /></div><div>minus</div><div>access</div><div>to her wisdom</div><div><br /></div><div>awaking</div><div>opening her eyes</div><div>now</div><div><br /></div><div>she sees</div><div>an open willing heart</div><div><br /></div><div>beside her</div><div>an open listening ear</div><div><br /></div><div>hands</div><div>feeding her</div><div>cooking for her</div><div>washing</div><div>her dishes</div><div><br /></div><div>reading to her of brilliance</div><div>laughing with her</div><div>sharing Truth</div><div><br /></div><div>fellow classmates</div><div>surround her now</div><div><br /></div><div><i>kissing</i> her</div><div><br /></div><div>outstretched hands</div><div>open arms</div><div>of </div><div>gratitude</div><div>for the Self</div><div>she shares</div><div>with </div><div>all</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1099808919441793148?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-85031638767177289372011-03-30T20:43:00.000-07:002011-03-30T20:47:33.521-07:00tell me <i>everything</i><div><br /></div><div>keep nothing from me</div><div><br /></div><div>lay every past hurt</div><div>upon my ear</div><div>my lap</div><div><br /></div><div>tell me every scrap</div><div>every shred</div><div>of pain</div><div>until there is no more</div><div>to speak of</div><div><br /></div><div>empty yourself</div><div>until you weigh</div><div>nothing at all</div><div><br /></div><div>give all your judgements</div><div>to me</div><div>all your fears</div><div>all your distortions</div><div>to me</div><div><br /></div><div>the crooked will be straightened</div><div>the hardest </div><div>will soften</div><div><br /></div><div>the ancient will be made new</div><div>the farthest away brought</div><div>to the front</div><div><br /></div><div>all error reversed</div><div>when you simply </div><div>give</div><div>it</div><div>to</div><div>me</div><div><br /></div><div>only this:</div><div>keep no problem</div><div>no matter how big</div><div>nor how small</div><div>for yourself</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8503163876717728937?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-85386345747622134032011-03-30T19:59:00.000-07:002011-03-30T20:12:58.450-07:00we become whole<div>by looking</div><div>at <i>all</i></div><div>we are</div><div><br /></div><div>seeing <i>everything</i></div><div>we have ever</div><div><i>hidden</i> </div><div>from ourselves</div><div><br /></div><div><i>all shame</i></div><div>brought </div><div>to light</div><div><br /></div><div>where <i>every part</i> of me</div><div>is once more wholly loved</div><div><br /></div><div>the prodigal son</div><div>is welcomed back</div><div>as part of my Self</div><div><br /></div><div>long ago denied</div><div>feared</div><div>attempted to avoid</div><div>dissociated:</div><div><br /></div><div>the homeless</div><div>the drunk</div><div>the addicted</div><div>the beggar</div><div>the "worthless"</div><div><br /></div><div>is me,</div><div><br /></div><div>my child,</div><div><br /></div><div>i simply misunderstand.</div><div><br /></div><div>i would <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">hear you now.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">bring me your tears</span></i></div><div><i>of rejection</i></div><div><i>of exclusion</i></div><div><i>of not good enough for me</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>come home</i></div><div><i>to me</i></div><div><i>now</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>forgive me </i></div><div><i>as i forgive you</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>my table is white</div><div>in honor of your purity</div><div><br /></div><div>a symbol of Forgiveness</div><div>your cleanness</div><div>your sentence overturned</div><div><br /></div><div>the dear</div><div>kitten</div><div><br /></div><div>the scolded</div><div><br /></div><div>my deepest</div><div>most sincere</div><div>apology</div><div><br /></div><div>i was wrong</div><div><br /></div><div>Love</div><div><br /></div><div>Love</div><div><br /></div><div>Love</div><div><br /></div><div>at last</div><div><br /></div><div>never </div><div>would </div><div>i lock you out</div><div>again</div><div><br /></div><div>The Dear One</div><div>i am so blessed</div><div><br /></div><div>my table is full</div><div>no one</div><div>no thing</div><div>missing</div><div>ever again</div><div><br /></div><div>ReUnion</div><div><br /></div><div>there is no part of me</div><div>that was </div><div>ever</div><div>less</div><div>than</div><div>God</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-8538634574762213403?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-15761852421728445832011-03-29T12:22:00.000-07:002011-03-29T12:31:26.547-07:00what am i?<div><br /></div><div>you are the space</div><div>without guilt</div><div><br /></div><div>you are the clean</div><div>space</div><div>on the window</div><div><br /></div><div>you are the transparency</div><div>where light</div><div>can sparkle</div><div><br /></div><div>the bridge</div><div>from the Sun</div><div>to all of Heaven</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>you</b></i></div><div>are <i>the connection</i></div><div>of God</div><div>to</div><div>earth</div><div><br /></div><div>You</div><div>are the end of separation</div><div>mis-understanding</div><div><br /></div><div>you </div><div><i>allow</i> light</div><div>to reach</div><div>the darkest of spaces</div><div><br /></div><div>you allow </div><div>gentle caresses</div><div>of</div><div>the guiltiest </div><div>most remote</div><div>nightmares</div><div><br /></div><div>and let</div><div>them wake</div><div>in your </div><div>shining</div><div>clear</div><div>eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>oh</div><div>no tiny speck </div><div>are you</div><div><br /></div><div>a Ray of Light</div><div>that illumines </div><div>the entire Universe/Mind</div><div>is far beyond</div><div>these words</div><div>this form</div><div><br /></div><div>it </div><div><i>holds</i></div><div>it </div><div>all</div><div><br /></div><div><i>clearly</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>my nature</i></div><div><i>is</i></div><div><i>transparency</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>transparency</i></div><div><i>allows</i></div><div><i>seeing...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-1576185242172844583?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209480746461248406.post-66407263230038284092011-03-29T11:33:00.000-07:002011-03-29T11:47:25.213-07:00what am i, Father?<div><br /></div><div>the Thought of God</div><div><br /></div><div>you are <i>thinking of God</i></div><div>if you but ask this question</div><div><br /></div><div>Father</div><div>so Vast</div><div>Humility</div><div>Asking (open mind, not telling...)</div><div><br /></div><div>teachable (student)</div><div><br /></div><div>the Father created me</div><div>like Himself</div><div><br /></div><div>in the beginning Peace</div><div>Light</div><div>Understanding</div><div>Knowledge</div><div><br /></div><div>O rigin</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>O</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>child/world: "i" have something better!</div><div>me-ness is more exciting</div><div><i>grabs</i></div><div>my attention</div><div>i'm <i>caught </i></div><div>in it</div><div><br /></div><div>brainwashed by the cult</div><div>of the ego: here</div><div>is your joy</div><div>safety</div><div>importance</div><div>identity forever preserved: special</div><div><br /></div><div>it</div><div>speaks louder</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i look not </div><div>to silence</div><div><br /></div><div>having wiped it from my sight</div><div><br /></div><div>facing in the</div><div> opposite </div><div>direction</div><div><br /></div><div>my mind's eye</div><div>spotlight</div><div>on "me"</div><div><br /></div><div>nothing else exists </div><div>in this moment</div><div><br /></div><div>here is my dream</div><div>of me</div><div>complete</div><div><br /></div><div>yet</div><div><i>She</i></div><div>is still radiant</div><div><br /></div><div>the Christ</div><div><br /></div><div>You</div><div>are</div><div><br /></div><div>the perfect happiness</div><div>that needs no thing</div><div>at all</div><div>ever</div><div><br /></div><div>would you think</div><div>of <i>Her</i></div><div>now?</div><div><br /></div><div>your precious </div><div>Creator/Nature</div><div><br /></div><div>would you imagine the experience of Total Fearlessness</div><div>for but one moment </div><div>of this day?</div><div><br /></div><div>would you touch your toes </div><div>upon truly solid ground</div><div>and know</div><div>without one bit of uncertainty</div><div>Your Truth?</div><div><br /></div><div>what am i, Father?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209480746461248406-6640726323003828409?l=joyofmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joy schultzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606163850004571809noreply@blogger.com0