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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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Saturday, April 30, 2011

clouds

in the thunderstorm
my mind clouded
gray
dismal
can't see beyond my face
can't see at all
have to imagine
the stars beyond
the sun
the light
after the rain

but right now
i hold the cloud to me
magnetic thoughts cling
and gather to build up
bigger and bigger charge
until finally
it must explode

lightning bolts
from my thoughts
to the ground

touches base
with the earth

the old wooden tree is charred
splits into two or three or four

but whatever it is
its not the same as it was before

the clouds may return
again
and again
and again

but that tree is no longer
what it was

she fell in some way
the electricity
traveled a path
and made way
for itself

change
space
death
exposure of
inner linings
for the first time ever
light hits the inner most core

the tree will never close over
this break
this opening

when sun hits
the wood

the fire burns
away
what seems solid

clouds
seem solid too

but they are not


Friday, April 29, 2011

the Will of God

i am
the Will of God

the Will
of Goodness

i will to do
what makes my heart sing

thou shall be
what you are
forever more

it can be no other way

it is impossible your heart
can truly sing
at another's loss

it is impossible
you could ever truly
believe it could

this timeless truth
is written in your heart

it is here
your joy remains

here
all answers live

they have never left you
for a moment

your Heart
is God's Will

let not your mind
convince
tempt
distract
you

it is not true

your heart is true

it's that simple

does your heart sing
with this idea?
then it reflects God's Will

does your heart ache
with this idea?
then your mind
has led you astray

park yourself
listen
feel
what is true

it's not a mind game

You
are your joy;
You
are your doctor

nothing to do
nothing to figure out

just remember
just allow

let arguments
with your Joy/Truth
be watched
with wholly loving eyes,

the knowing Mona Lisa smile,
and
shine on....

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

getting it right

who/what
would i be
if "i" got it "right"?

lost
in the dream
the prison
of "rightness"

from this tall tower
i'm afraid to fall

one mistep
and i'm off the roof

freefalling
what if
i relax
look around
and
have the ride of my life

who knows what will happen next?

the unknown can't be scary
only the imagined is

how do i know
what getting it right is?

i want to be alive
have fun
not careful
guarded
only one possible right footstep

that's not alive
its dead

a rerun
a past
filling in the blank on a worksheet
someone else made up!

100% correct!
they say

you win the prize:
my approval

but who are they?

do i really want their approval?

the worksheet writers
the prescribers
the "knowers" of what's good for me--
to be like them

yes, what would i have
what would i be
if "i" got it "right"?

thank you for this key
to the door

open sky
currents lift
and sail
swirl
change
move

life is
what it it
as maximal as it will ever be

right now

how light to drop
the chains of "getting it right"

Monday, April 25, 2011

kaleidoscope

the world is flat and square
said the table

oh no
the world is round
and so bouncy
said the ball

the world is windy and open
said the hawk from high in the sky

laughing
the fish
smiled at the silliness...
the world is weightless
glistens and glides

the sun looked down
and saw it all
the world is very very hot
it glowed

the icebergs
cracked and cackled
and broke into millions of pieces
melting and floating
and disappearing into the ocean

the world is flowing
they said

all things
flowing
into each other

i hold the fish
the hawk lifts it up
rising high
into the sunlight
that melts me...

the table,
the wooden boat
but risen from the ground
as a tree
then cut
and formed by hands
of a man
that also
dribbles and catches and throws around
bouncing balls
that roll
and soar
and fall
and float

and everywhere
it's all true

and though it all looks
sounds
and seems to taste
very different

Life
is
but
One

communion: Tell me everything


what do i want?

communion (communication)
or
to be right
to educate the ignorant
to bring knowledge
to one who doesn't have it
to convert?

i am speaking
of my love
my religion
my language
that has fed me
so sweetly
so richly...
like melted butter
and maple syrup
soaking into pancakes

it has brought me so much delight
and fresh insight to
give me new life

oh dear dear one i love
i speak of it to you
on and on and on

of my passion...
my beloved concepts
my sweet definitions...

and i notice
at first
your eyes are sad
then closed
then
a tear rolls down your cheek
and
hands cover your face

finally your whole body
turns in the other direction

i keep speaking
spilling this syrup i love

she must need more
she just doesn't "get it"
i haven't said enough yet
more knowledge
more instruction

is certainly what she needs...will "fix" this

her shoulder tense
hunched
and now she is getting up
and moving away
further and further

the sobs become louder
the motions more forceful

now in my mind she is evil/bad/harmful/scary to me
she makes me feel incompetent
she doesn't listen
she's hurting me
she doesn't care and is selfish

now she's running away
and will need days to "do her work"
regain her sanity
and see she was wrong

i wait and wait
on the cross
for three days
until she
is finally ready to roll
the stone away
and resurrect herself
so i can get off the cross

evil of her
to hold me up here
so long

only an idiot couldn't easily see the light i see
and so set me free
and never string me up here
in the first place

without my wisdom
she keeps repeating her mistake...

i hate this old story
this 100,oooth rerun....

what else is possible?
(there must
be
a
better
way!!!)

help me, Lord, i don't get it/her!

....i see
as i spoonfeed my favorite soup
to this baby of mine

her eyes are sad
i notice
she is turning away...
and i do not understand
and i am afraid
because i have watched this movie before
sooooo many times
and i know how it always turns out...

this time
i pause
i stop talking

i see
i am not certain what is going on

i remember
my desire is communion

and i wonder
if the connection is still there

i don't feel
the electricity

it seems
i have "lost" her

or perhaps she
has "abandoned" me

it doesn't matter
i don't need to find who's at fault or how

i just know
I want to commune

on common ground
so i ask
hey,
what's going on with you?
where are you?
what are you feeling?
experiencing?
Tell me everything

i would so appreciate
if you would take the time
to tell me how you see me
so i can have a greater perspective
than just my own.

and i listen

Tell me everything.
do you hear the love in these words?
do you have any idea how great this gift is?
to yourself
and to offer to someone else

Tell me everything
and i am back in your arms

Tell me everything
for my birthday
Christmas
Easter
Valentine' s Day
it's the only present i ever want

Tell me everything...
I am interested in/care about your feelings

Maybe I got lost in my topic/ my religion
and forgot my desire was communion

maybe...
just maybe...

i'll ask...


Sunday, April 24, 2011

differences

differences
really show you
yourself

like going to Europe
i discovered how American I was

someone with a very different background
teaches me what i am
and what i am not

much more clearly
than someone very similar

where differences are invisible
seamless

where we both share the same deception
the same blindness

someone who doesn't really know me
will lay their story on me

and now i will see who i am
in the midst of "attack"

can i still be loving
in the face of this ignorance
this "denial"
"hogwash"?

or must i
explain myself?

must i win them over?

must I change their perception
of me?

who am i in the face of my "bludgeoning/crucifixion"?

will i bludgeon them?

or rest
assured

will i be curious
open minded enough
to ask myself
if perhaps

their different vantage point
doesn't actually see something
i
have
missed?


perhaps
friction
can
result
in
smootheness...

hmmm....

God
is
in
everything i hear........................


whenever you are right, you are wrong

i noticed it
again

someone was talking
telling me their thoughts
beliefs
understanding of reality

and i noticed
i wanted
to teach
to clarify
to undercut
with something more profound

my truth,
not theirs

i wanted to correct
to align them
with my understanding

i wanted
him
to see it my way

to see "his denial"
from my point of view

instead of hearing
the truth
in what he said

the truth
i actually agree with

he prefers different words
content is identical

i noticed
i was choosing to focus
on meaningless differences

i noticed
i was feeling
separate

i am so grateful
to see
to notice
my part

no matter what anyone else says
it's always for me

do i want
to find common ground?
or
sit
on my high horse
above
alone
victorious
in my separation

dead
to my OneSelf

resurrection
puts my feet
back on common ground

with my brother
with God
with learning

a student forever
of God/Reality

whenever
you are "right",
you are wrong

here
is resurrection

Christ
is in no position
but Love


Saturday, April 23, 2011

the scent of fear

the scent of fear

a whiff
of insecurity

she breathes
on to me

the faintest hint...

and i feel
faint

i am caught
in it

i can't breathe

the air is not here
now

her fault
i die

her fault
my bottom falls out,
my premise,
of false security: she is my strength

her faulty foot step
and
i am shaken to the core

this must be changed
it's broken
i must teach her she is wrong
immediately
because
i am falling
unsafe

she must secure herself
so my rope is whole

and so the fire grows
because i teach her
she is wrong

i point out to her
her error
and i must win this.
my life depends on it
my whole identity is placed so shakily
out there

her crushing silence
withholds
my love
that i am

and so
now she much die
for me to live


there is another way
another day
born now

a whiff of fear...
of her mistep out of love's perception

i see
she has done nothing
but is dreaming she has stepped off a cliff
and feels her stomach rising into her throat
the sensation of a world
pulled out from under her

Clarity sees the simplicity

sanity/truth doesn't dive off the cliff with her
into the lie
the prison
the hell
of
if only she...
if only she...
i would be okay

i reach out my hand
extend it over the edge of the cliff
right into her fear
right into the darkness
i meet her

i don't tell her she is full of shit
because
i am not in pain

i realize i stand on firm high ground
my hand reaches
to share
this never moving mountain

calm
i need do nothing

for certain,
she is not wrong

asleep, yes,
in that moment
her pain is undeniable

i don't ask her
to fake it
to shake it

i don't tell her
her dream is lasting far too long
for my convenience
and my comfort

i simply see
i hear
i listen
i know
truth is inevitable
i know
she is the sun
dreaming for but an instant

and i rest
for it is my experience
that every single day of my life
the sun rises
and provides far more
than i could ever use

and i
do nothing for it

the sun now extends through me
to remind
to be the star
she can see
even in her sleep
and so i see she does
see the light

i need not hurry her

i know
in the night
rest is a gift

i know
in the silence
God's Voice
is heard more clearly

i remember
that when someone is falling
telling them what to do
or that they shouldn't fall

is like ordering the river to stop

and i can see
that letting my life depend
on stopping a river
is not good or bad,
it's impossible

i will never stop
the river

i simply allow her
to flow...

to the ocean
to the valleys
to the desert
to every part of the world
she will

there is nothing to fear
but trying to stop
the river!

this
is
resurrection

rambunctious!

i love my Self!

i am the garden

oh pink pink pink
everywhere blooming

"rambunctious" i am called! (by another and myself)
the book told me this:

(oh happy day!)

rambunctious: un ruly
yes! i am under no laws but God's/Reality/what is!

uncontrollable: oh thank God!/Reality
i need not be controlled
nor control

to have any such delusion
of control
is insane...
denial of Joy now

oh Lovers!
who would choose to limit Joy!?

leave Her out of any situation,
person, place, moment?

"joyously unstrained": let the horses run!!! :-))))) (can you feel the wind in your hair?)
oh the joy
of dogs loping?

yes
thank you thank you thank you
for the completely unblocked
gushing
of life
as me

abundant
plentiful

to exuberate: overflow!
what but by the grace of God,
to be overflowing,
not in egoic denial!

overflowing must share itself with you, with all
it's what it is

untamable!
oh
Heaven, yes

who would even think
of taming God
unless
he were mistaken?

today we are blooming
endlessly

the resurrection
is
now

the past
is now

the future
is now

and life celebrates!

ram bunctious!
amen!

derivation,
french:
uber....
uber in German: very

udder
fruitful

i love love love
to be
the fruit
the milk
of God! :-))

oh oh oh
gracious
me...




Tuesday, April 19, 2011

reflection

the reflection
moves

without argument
without resistance

just see
where you are
right now

it's all reflection
ever the flow
ever expanding

of bounty
compassion
rest
freedom
placid

the stillness
sits
(and watches)

a light comes
a joy
a blessing
excitement

subsides

luscious
motionless

the runner feels so good
to sit down
and do nothing
at the end of the race

the tired muscle
to put down
the weight

and then
a note is heard again

the body must dance
out of pure joy!

the body is moved

it had no plan
for this

a flower blooms
inside the mind

the inspiration
lifts
our hearts

the smile explodes out to all

weightless
we follow the clue

not knowing the next

only
carrried
by this

free
from "me"

free
from "planning"

free
from "knowing"

silence
receives
Her King



God
is...

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Play!!!

let this be a day of play...

there's nothing immovable

nothing solid

that's just your belief
you are looking at!

imagine now...
what if...
Joy really created you!

imagine now
you are wrong about everything you have ever believed...

what if you were
happy beyond your wildest dreams right now?

imagine
you have no idea of
what is going on!
what you are
where you came from

and you need to wait
and ask
and be told...

imagine your body
is just a guess--
a hypothesis you came up with,
but it's not true

imagine
silence is possible
and truth can be revealed to you...


Monday, April 11, 2011

without the thought of "something wrong"

without the thought
of "something wrong"

no one
in a box

no past
on
anyone

oh oh oh
what open doors
as this

wholly unknown
everything
a suprise
gift

clay
right now
mine

mirror
of me

spontaneous
free
joyous wings

here
is heaven

without the thought of "something wrong"

i am allowed
to be
the Mountain Itself

not (just) the climber

but ALL of it

A to Z of it
and that is but a speck
which lives
in It

the All

"i" made
the mountain up

the story of the climber
of a need
of a place i wasn't
a place to go to
from a distance
a stranger
needing a grail

oh yes
at last
withhout the thought
"there's something wrong (with me!)"

the whole picture
is returned

blazing light
clarity
of
positions
perspectives
times
spaces
views

vision
sees it all

and sees it is not so...

:-)))))
nothing's ever
been
"wrong".....

oh oh oh
happy day!

can you really see...with your back?

how can you see something
your back is facing?

when you've turned away
turned your back....

honestly,
God...God....where are you?
help me!
as we reach for the bottle
the chocolate
the body
the "toy" (not the Real Thing)

facing toward the world
God out of sight
only because
we are grasping
for what we believe
will satisfy
our hunger
bring us
relief,
even "happiness", we call it

a toy car
is not
a real one

you can't get in it
it doesn't fit
it's way too small for you

so we pretend
to get in
and drive around
and fantasize
all the places
it will take us--
so much "fun"

all pretend
and no substitute
for the Real Thing

for true happiness
for the truth
of what we are

not a doll,
but God
Itself,
wholly creative
infinite
ever expanding
Joy

would we not turn around
for This?


Sunday, April 10, 2011

without "i want"

without the thought "i want..."

i am free
life
abounds

pours through me


God is (restored)
freedom is
Joy is

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......comes through

open
to all
that is

fed
continuous stream
awareness

not a body
this big expanding space

eye-deas just come
i just do it
it's not "i want"
its just yes
do that
very direct

love just moves

Gratitude
happy for no reason
singing heart
purr

thank you thank you thank you...
for the beauty

and i am not attached to it
to any one specific form of it

it is every where
every thing

overjoyed

wow!
one book
what amazing infinite giving
always giving forever
continually
sitting on the shelf
while i am asleep to it

so with every tiny thing

beauty radiates fully infinitely

my Self
sees it
now

without the thought "i want"

each tiny door opened now
to God

for receiving
for acceptance

oneness
completion
of all Light

without the thought "i want"


Saturday, April 9, 2011

look on it

you literally give life
to something
by
looking on it

with love
it vibrates

enlivens

like talking to plants
or a cat
that then begins to prrrrr...

everything purrs
all the time

feel the love

of the rose...
her scent pouring forth
literally filling you

touching

entering your bloodstream
traveling through your body
and puffed
back out
to the world
in each breath

everything you look on today
but lights up
as you look at it

watch!
feel
it

this
is the dance of life

eyes do dance

plants
sit there
so quiet
so unnoticed
so humble

never tiring
never complaining

if you don't want to water them
they just quietly dissappear

or do they?

is there life
in your life
you have been forgetting to water?

paying no attention to?
having no gratitude for?

look
at everything
with love

rest
on it
in true appreciation

it is...
everything is...
part
of
you





Tuesday, April 5, 2011

nothing else matters at all

Let Me
be
your Guide



only this




only here
is true peace
ever found

there is
nothing else
that will ever fulfill you
nor make your way smoothe

nothing else
matters
at all

in this moment
only
ever
one thing to do

ask

what would you have me
do
learn
say
think?


listen...


wait...


hear...


there is nothing
for you
to figure out

if you are trying to
figure it out
you are afraid

your thinking
is interfering

fear/blockage
is not clarity
or Wisdom
or Loving


fear is all ways
insane/ in the idea of "sin"
it can take you only around the same
vicious circle/cycle/pattern

it's advice has never changed
it's not new
don't be fooled/tempted
again...

Let Me be
your Guide

nothing else
matters
at all




Saturday, April 2, 2011

real food

dont' know mind
is without
the hierarchy:
comparison
judgement
"best"
interest

don't know mind
is the
can't know mind

the trusting what is mind
to be the very best
being here now

being holds no desire
not to be

joy
happiness
does not wish
to go away
to disintegrate

she LOVES herself

expands
just looking at
noticing her joy
she grows up
lights up
and extends
herself

lifts
herself
up!

higher
higher
higher!

isness
she sees herself
in your eyes
and grows
in brightness

joy only gives increase

do you feel
the healing
power
of your smile

feel
how good
your smile
feels for you

the gift
of the smile
extends inward
from deep within
to reach forever outward
and again back to herself
her source

the precious gift
of my smile
to me

i love
love
love
my
radiant
child/star!

her dear presence
continues
to
feed
me...


love runs the show

love holds no greivances

against you, dear one

free as the morning breeze
no place disallowed
off limits
or even underground
where breeze
can't move

breeze is never stuck
by it's nature

love holds no weights
nor waits

nothing can pin you here
to the ground
for even a moment

love needs no form from you

love owns you

owns your being

whatever costume
you put on

love is the walker
the talker
the breather
the doer

no matter how convinced you are
it was the pretty dress your wore
that turned his head
got you the job
made you love yourself
won you the prize
caught you the fish

you are wrong

love runs the show
from start to finish

it created you
it lives you
it moves you

just listen
to the simple
love song

dance
to her rhythms

and rest
in her arms

let but love
feed you...

i am sustained
by the love
of God

love created me
like itself

love holds no grievances...
against
me

the whole veil is undone
already
in your mind

Love
is
You.

Honestly.

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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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