notice

notice

the puddles!

the fun

is in

your mind!!!

every thought/thing

a toy

imagination

and reality

are not

the same...

you, the dreamer,

not the dream

en-joy

the

ride...

notice

just

notice

the puddles...

you need do

nothing

the fun

is already

in

your mind

notice

opening eyes...

dear little one

who forgot what she was

afraid to speak

to the children

shy

asleep

under a spell

dreaming for sure

of some place beside God

without Herself

without Wisdom

without Knowledge

Big Picture

Insight

Understanding

Reality

seeing separation

lack

difference

without Her Self

distraught

away from Home

in their business

she is all alone

empty

of her Self

minus

access

to her wisdom

awaking

opening her eyes

now

she sees

an open willing heart

beside her

an open listening ear

hands

feeding her

cooking for her

washing

her dishes

reading to her of brilliance

laughing with her

sharing Truth

fellow classmates

surround her now

kissing her

outstretched hands

open arms

of

gratitude

for the Self

she shares

with

all

tell me everything

tell me everything

keep nothing from me

lay every past hurt

upon my ear

my lap

tell me every scrap

every shred

of pain

until there is no more

to speak of

empty yourself

until you weigh

nothing at all

give all your judgements

to me

all your fears

all your distortions

to me

the crooked will be straightened

the hardest

will soften

the ancient will be made new

the farthest away brought

to the front

all error reversed

when you simply

give

it

to

me

only this:

keep no problem

no matter how big

nor how small

for yourself

i am so sorry, dear child of mine

we become whole

by looking

at all

we are

seeing everything

we have ever

hidden

from ourselves

all shame

brought

to light

where every part of me

is once more wholly loved

the prodigal son

is welcomed back

as part of my Self

long ago denied

feared

attempted to avoid

dissociated:

the homeless

the drunk

the addicted

the beggar

the "worthless"

is me,

my child,

i simply misunderstand.

i would hear you now.

bring me your tears

of rejection

of exclusion

of not good enough for me

come home

to me

now

forgive me

as i forgive you

my table is white

in honor of your purity

a symbol of Forgiveness

your cleanness

your sentence overturned

the dear

kitten

the scolded

my deepest

most sincere

apology

i was wrong

Love

Love

Love

at last

never

would

i lock you out

again

The Dear One

i am so blessed

my table is full

no one

no thing

missing

ever again

ReUnion

there is no part of me

that was

ever

less

than

God

what am I?

what am i?

you are the space

without guilt

you are the clean

space

on the window

you are the transparency

where light

can sparkle

the bridge

from the Sun

to all of Heaven

you

are the connection

of God

to

earth

You

are the end of separation

mis-understanding

you

allow light

to reach

the darkest of spaces

you allow

gentle caresses

of

the guiltiest

most remote

nightmares

and let

them wake

in your

shining

clear

eyes

oh

no tiny speck

are you

a Ray of Light

that illumines

the entire Universe/Mind

is far beyond

these words

this form

it

holds

it

all

clearly

my nature

is

transparency

transparency

allows

seeing...

what am I?

what am i, Father?

the Thought of God

you are thinking of God

if you but ask this question

Father

so Vast

Humility

Asking (open mind, not telling...)

teachable (student)

the Father created me

like Himself

in the beginning Peace

Light

Understanding

Knowledge

O rigin

O

child/world: "i" have something better!

me-ness is more exciting

grabs

my attention

i'm caught

in it

brainwashed by the cult

of the ego: here

is your joy

safety

importance

identity forever preserved: special

it

speaks louder

i look not

to silence

having wiped it from my sight

facing in the

opposite

direction

my mind's eye

spotlight

on "me"

nothing else exists

in this moment

here is my dream

of me

complete

yet

She

is still radiant

the Christ

You

are

the perfect happiness

that needs no thing

at all

ever

would you think

of Her

now?

your precious

Creator/Nature

would you imagine the experience of Total Fearlessness

for but one moment

of this day?

would you touch your toes

upon truly solid ground

and know

without one bit of uncertainty

Your Truth?

what am i, Father?

riding shotgun

riding shotgun

sitting by your side

i would come to your aid

be

at your back

and call

when you are clawing

at the door

a drunk cat

trying to get back in

the ancient pattern

of crucifixion

denial

deception

riding shotgun

by your side

i watch your back

side

your blind

side

to catch you

when you fall

into darkness

the well

of despair

let me be there

aloneness impossible ever again

riding shotgun

there is no side of you

that is open

to question

to doubt

to hurt

riding shotgun

the angels abound

in every direction

in every thought

they light

shine light

upon

you

and darkness

forever evades

you

again

riding shotgun

Holy Spirit

and

"me"

true depth

true depth

loves it all

loves

the shallow waters

the shallow, childish

thoughts/perceptions

she sees their place

their perfection of the error (temporary perspective)

no fear

no serious nature

a bubble

for an instant

doesn't lie flat--

but

only

for

an

instant

it's nature of water

is not

in question

a bubble

in fact

is inherent

to water's nature

no should

no shouldn't

she has never left

what she is

an imaginary bubble

floating for but an instant

above the sea

returns in a flash

to her source

she never changed at all

nothing ever

happened...

perspective....

where

are

you...

in

reality...?

regurgitator

regurgitator

the ego is simply

a regurgitator

have you noticed?

oh...i think this thought...

and

....

dt

dt

dt

(hear mechanical computer sounds...

think old adding machine..)

chink

chink

ca chink

here it is...

law #18,806

in response to

thought #2021...

you shouldn't...

you should....

ancient

ancient

ancient

no real thought

just

ca chink

ca chink

ca chink...

if you are unhappy...

and

you are only truly happy if

you are never unhappy

because joy that dies/darkness/blindness

is not happiness

ca chink

ca chink

just notice

the ca chink

of judgement #4005, 6, 7, 8, ...

just notice

no need to believe it

because

you don't really believe it

it's just

an old

mechanical

regurgitation

when you see it

now you can

truly

re-think it

or not

it's no longer running you...

ca chink

now

Love

is

watching

you

you are free

to be held (behold)

in

Your Own

Loving

Arms

how good it feels to throw up

the "bad food"....

empty stomach

ahhhhhh.....

father of the ring

father of the ring,

who are you?

tigers jumping through hoops

of fire

balancing

on one paw

leaping

over barricades

from stool to stool

turning

in circles

bears

riding bicycles

all for what?

to entertain

to impress

to be special

to have an identity over and above

"the ordinary"

what everyone has...?

to keep our focus

magnetized/hypnotized

to the outer

the body

the physical?

circus

ego

mind

chasing

jumping

pursuit of applause

performance

life is boring/empty/meaningless... without ever more outrageous actions

how long does the adrenaline last?

how deep does it reach?

does it ever

touch

Reality/our Wholeness?

or is it meant

to hide You

from

yourself--

your endless wells of joy

within

the ever free flowing fountain...?

are you

in touch

with You,

Reality,

at 3am

with no one around?

stillness

remains

profoundly

in the center

in

the midst

of

all of it

no ticket needed

no beginning

no leaving

this tent

this Shelter

of You,

Father

of

Us

All

safety

safety

what is it?

all thoughts

unattached

to any

thing/form

open space

fluid motion is allowed

the going is allowed

nothing has to stay

to hold on to

is

to nail

down

the fresh

is always

happening

the coming

the meeting

the greeting

the seeing

without

the old

receptivity

is

safety

today i would notice the going

the going

that the new

may arrive

the flower

everything

is going

on

new spaces

are the gift

going is always

an opening

free space

safety

is a matter

of how you perceive

the going

can reality

nature

really

be wrong?

notice

the beauty

of going

the miracle of invisibility

the dis integration of the old

to leave behind

we all rejoice

to leave behind

ideas

beliefs

pain

baggage

no longer seeing its usefulness

it leaves us

we don't want it anymore

thank God

the struggle

the weight

the resistance

the attachment

friction

is

a little less now

notice

the beauty

of going

safety

only

here

silence

huge fear

at the thought

"what if i couldn't talk?"

i wholly lose sight

of the benefit of silence

stillness

the still small voice

resounding silence

after the concert

after the storm

in mind

dawn

in defenselessness

without any protection

stories

conditions

my safety lies

nothing can harm it

i let whatever

come

to it

and she is safe

all words

all actions

no harm

is possible

let my door always

remain open

i would close my heart

to nothing

or i am abandoned

to myself

cut off from my very own child/thought

only fear

would close a door

lock out

a child

how could a mother

truly live

with her child

locked out

of her heart?

her dearest Self

cut off

from her awareness

only in defenselessness

can Joy

live

fear

in any form

is

a killjoy

without words

without a mouth to speak

do i really think

God

is

dead?

just keep walking

just keep on walking

one baby step

at a time

for no reason

stop

you do not know

you cannot judge

this road is your own

no matter what it looks like

you are

headed Home

the screaming in your head

the deep ache in your heart

are signs

you are alive

your pain

is your helper

she shows you what is not true

it's a wall

to bump into

to keep you

heading back to God

no step

is ever

wasted

let no ego thought

trip you up

it

does not know of God

it

wills only to keep your bridle

on

make you run in circles

and tell you that this

is

happiness

your destiny

a rat race

just keep walking

the ego's bridle

is not there

you are free

now

to be free

right where you are

step

step

s t e p . . .

nothing is stopping me

free to do nothing

without the thought

there's something wrong

with me sitting on the sofa

all day....

i open to the richness

the depth

of needing

to do nothing

my mind can swim

the fish can flow

can dance

light

can sparkle

wholly uninhibited

by a darkened "should"

oh the doors open wide

to all that is

right now

contemplation

of the magnitude

of Love

Creation

every nuance

of

the

Great

Purr

tunnels open

the stalled car

moves again

the oxidation of rust

is seen

as glory

the crumbling of form

it's nothingness

seen

at last

nothing wrong

ever

thank you sooooo much

for this time

on

the

Sofa

and

off...

the wheel.... :-)

where is danger now?

"what road in all the world will lead within

when every road (every should, every belief)

was made

to lead

without/astray?"

the world's religion

is danger

keep you in a state of panic

no time to question it

run run

as fast as you can

you can't catch me

i'm the gingerbread man

catch up

catch up

to your ideal

to your neighbor's

fix

fix

what's wrong...

again

the leaky faucet

we are...

but make it seem

not so bad...just little drips and cracks and scrapes

all "fixable" for sure

so you don't turn away from it(worshipping danger and lack) completely...

let's cover it

with

the face

of innocence

life's "not so bad" most of the time....

but

what if?

there's no danger at all

ever?

without the thought

the belief

the conviction

the religion

of danger

who would i be?

i need do nothing

not move

not lift a finger

look what comes to me

my body breathes of its own accord

the air moves in and out

the light and warmth stream in

through the windows

the chair holds me

the floor suppports my feet

the phone rings

the clock keeps ticking

the traffic flows

the mail comes

the gas station always has gas

the food store is overflowing

from all over the world

it arrives

on my doorstep

smiles flash

the accountant sits

waiting so ready to

give me her expertise

the moment i open my mouth

and my heart

sees

it

all

welcome Home, Joy

to the Abundance

of Your Heart

where is danger now

when you stop running?

Inspiration sits forever on my lap

and purrs

welcome Home

welcome Home

welcome

Home,

Reality

in the back of the closet

listen

to hear

what's in the back

of your mind

go there

deep

deep

deep

into the closet

the darkest place

you can find

greet

what you have been

avoiding

all

your

life

behind the bicycle

the party hats

the old college sweater

behind all the activities

hobbies

events

social gatherings

behind

the busy ness

your true busi ness

lies

waiting

for you

to take care of

the deepest questions

why

are you here?

what

did you come for?

who

are you?

where

is peace

and joy?

what

is the nature

of reality?

God

the Whole Story

all the connections

the bridge

understanding

Cause

is here

your true

Self

the Original

You

before

your makeover

changeless

pure

nourishing...

in the back

of your closet

just my 'magination...runnin' away...with "me"

you came here (imagine this)

be cause

you did not know

you doubted/questioned

your Father's Love

and Yours

(what would it look/feel like

without Love?...)

this is the image...the (imagined) land

of doubt

the runaway

mind

off

on

a tangent...fugitive..."drama!" (camera...lights....action...)

Father, you don't understand me

you

think i am foolish

you

are so mean!!! (as i ....attack/denounce you!)

and you will to punish me...

re-cluse

here

on earth

hiding from my Father/my true Nature

danger

carved deeply

sculpted to worship

in the altar of our mind

gleaming gleaming gleaming...watch out!

it teaches...

for eveything....

watch out!

doubt

suspect

everything....

and All the Time

All the Love that Exists

just

keeps

on

Expanding

Extending

ever there

ever embracing our

every tiniest tear

I am here

you are me

you are me

you are me

simply waiting so patiently

for this child thought

to tire of herself

grow Up

and

and come Home...

momentous

"the essential thing

is learning

that

you do not know"

i step off the wheel

i step back

s l o w m o t i o n . . .

slow slow slow

down

the machine

the thinking

to stillness

to one thought

at a

time

i do have

a

choice

about every thing

i don't have to

say yes

be cause

some

one

asks

it's a

question

a real question

doesn't already know

doesn't assume

an answer

a question is not a demand

a re-quest

sit with it

perhaps

in this moment

it's a momentous

occasion

a brand new

sparkling

opportunity

an opening

in your mind

to say

no

to be honest

to let your heart speak

fully

without fear

to be authentic

where you haven't

ever

been completely

honest

before

momentous...

occasion...

now

not me

my thinking thinks

she's god

she knows

what things mean

how people should act

shouldn't behave

or else...

she knows

what will happen then

betrayal

is always followed by

punishment

she thinks

the old story

she tells

over and over and over

but

she is not

God

she is only a storyteller

the ancient

laws

cobwebs

a crystalized mind

stuck

in repetition

pattern

point A to B to C

and back to A

a trillion times

in one day

mindless

no decision ever made

just conditioning

bounce bounce bounce

walking down the street...

nothing new at all

until

a pause

what would happen if...

it weren't true?

that i'm not

what

i think

i am?

Sane

so the loveliness

the Sane

simply clears out the rest

nothing to undo now at all

the Sun simply sings

her great warmth

to you

oh oh oh hello

you

Big Yellow

Son of mine

the most beautiful mirror you are

the well of gratitude

runs so deep

reaching God

the strings

hum again

awoken

life returned

to its natural state

the heart KNOWS

oh the heart knows

the heart knows

no uncertainty

it is always

defenseless

with

everything...

without defenses

without defenses

your strength

her strenght

her clarity

her Sanity

is

me

oh Love

the celebration in my heart

continues

fresh

outpouring

opening anew

oh the buds on the twigs

are not so slow to open

they cannot wait

to share their loveliness

to be

all the color in the world

to wave in the wind

and reflect her pinkness

into the sky

to waft the scents

up and around

and down

and through

just one molecule

i offer

now

to you

everything

without fences!

without de-fenses

fenced off boundaries

of you

and me

other

i am all of it

i am tsunami

i am japan

i am ocean

i am breath

i am cat's vomit

as it comes out on to the floor

in the morning

after she eats me

as spider plant

oh warm sun

oh cold out space

antarctic

so still

frozen for millions of years

where can any place exist

but in my mind?

the tapestry

of colors shapes sizes

measurements

woven all into

ONE

defenseless

i see the connection

of every part

to me

strung together

the web

shot out

in an instant

of thougtht

defenseless

i see it as it is

my images

effects

of my choice:

ownership

or

dissociation

nothing else to see

Healing

there is a clearing

in your mind

where the fire

still burns

ever

burns

we see it through the trees

the broken branches

the decayed ancient growth

the hanging moss

beyond the squirrels' nests

and wise old owls

in the very heart of the forest

the gleam

is constant

your Face

the Face of God

is the sole light

there is

sit here

soak

in

the Healing

Nature

of

You...

tantrums are my hobby :-)

tantrums are my hobby

sadness is a tantrum...i didn't get "my" way

i own my little baby girl part

oh woe

is me

self indulgence

luxuriating

in self pity

look at your life, girl

you have so much free time

and abundance

to sit around

and play victim

in your mind

to replay the ancient

original movie

good guys

and bad...

is this what you would do

with all this "free" time?

you choose to mope?

gorgeous day

for a bike ride

dancing

painting

work

play

meeting people...

who would you be if you didn't want

to be a victim?

thank you for my death

the breadth of Heaven

spreads across

my chest

the heart of war

is mine

the seed of discrepancy

the crack in love

is

my

mistake

oh beautiful cloth

the threads

i tore

the rupture

shrinks

back to before

its image

before

its concept

my son

is mended

as i see

i made him up

for war

against

truth

life

love

thank you

for

my death