wholehearted

Wholehearted

can't leave out a single thing!

not one.

(every cell of your body--heart)

any child's hand
that reaches for yours,
that has not.been.held.
yet,

is yours.

Would you sing you
a love song?

Is it possible
that you would
really ever choose
anything else?

in a small town

in a small town,
lived a small boy,
with a small mother,

and a very large Dad.

The Father was so BIG
He could hold ten million little boys
and ten million little moms.

And He could kiss so BIG
that He could kiss them ALL at once, too.

He was so BIG
He could hold the sun and the moon and the earth
on his little pinky.

And He never slept.
Not one wink.
Not one blink.

The Father never lost sight
of His Children.

Though His Children flew far and wide
and travelled on all kinds of contraptions
through time and space,
they never for a moment
left His Presence.

Landed,
Held,
Grounded.

Not possible to leave
The Father,

Awareness.

No Name.

Sand

"I say unto you
if the sparrow's every need is taken care of,
is it not so for you?"

Your empire is of sand.

It is only the invisible that can stand,
withstand,
all sand.

What matter how "large" or "long in time"?
sand is sand is sand is sand is sand is...

the life of enraptured song
cannot be seen,
nor held in a hand

what matter its title,
or rank
or "wealth"
or numbers?

what matters how many times
it is repeated?

sand is sand is sand is sand is

Scream all day that night is day,
that Love is absent,

an army of sand
is sand

It's all you, sweetheart.

Sand is not your enemy,
unless you want it to be.

And no matter what,
you can't make it last forever.

I give everything all the meaning it has.

Someone told you "D" is for devil!
but oh, how sweet the doggie, "D" can be for.

F is for friendliness,
the resting place,
the way I walk in joy,
grace,
gratitude.

Thank you.

That's all the addict or the lover ever wants
is but to know her own Pure Friendliness

that no sand can ever touch.

Listen

When the phony brigades protest:
"Your loveliness is dim, my friend.
Your house is darkened."

There is a bird resting in the eaves
who will but sing
in the morning
and the evening,
in your silence.

For every change
that seems to come,
She will sing.

"Be still
and know:

Nothing has changed.
Nothing has changed.

There is no separation."

levity

Levity heals the wounded breast.

Faded tears rest
where no error is possible.

"Error" is make believe,
just like "savage".

Thought is the quilt,
the stitching, the colors,
the texture,
the silk
and the corduroy,
even the hand that sews.

What,
the source of thought?

system

Can you expect a (thought) system
to teach you about itself?
It's biases, motives, and limitations?
It's incoherencies, and confusion?
Can you expect insanity to be clear and free
and honest and compassionate?

Can you expect it to unplug itself?
To deconstruct itself?

No, darling.
Only waking up
melts it...

as candlelight
shows imagination
to be false

An ant cannot teach you
the Way of the Giant.

One easy stride of the Giant,
or a 1000 grinding lifetimes of a ant...

Silence.

Extend

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

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

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

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

Extending yourself
is how
you are carried.

The more you extend,
the greater the lift.

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