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Hi! Welcome to the Joy of Miracles.

To write is to uncover, to unhide, to bring to light, and express what is within. To share is the end of all private thoughts, all shame, all guilt, all pain and separation. Here is all Joy found at last! Writing helps us to repeat, focus, choose, and remember ideas. The purpose of this writing is healing for all of us.

This blog is inspired by "A Course in Miracles"and The Work of Byron Katie. You are invited to share your comments by clicking on the word "comment" at the end of each post. If you scroll way down there's a little info about me and also an archive of past writing you can view by clicking on the title. Thanks so much for visiting...

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Thursday, March 31, 2011

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


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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









Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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?


Monday, March 28, 2011

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



Friday, March 25, 2011

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

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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

Monday, March 21, 2011

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

Saturday, March 19, 2011

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?


Friday, March 18, 2011

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


Thursday, March 17, 2011

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...


Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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?


Monday, March 7, 2011

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


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I have been a student of A Course in Miracles since 1986. It has helped me tremendously to be a happier person by helping me change my perception of everything. I have found writing to be very helpful in the process of practicing, experiencing, and living the ideas in the Course. In 2006 I started sharing inspiration from the Course with a friend. Now it is a joy to share it with everyone. In 2009, The Work of Byron Katie found me at a woman's group. The Work is a way to identify and question your stressfuI beliefs. I dove right in and in April 2013 became a Certified Facilitator of The Work of Byron Katie. I work with people privately and offer online classes. Please visit www.joyofthework.com for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information http://www.miraclescenter.org/

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