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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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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

listen

feeling incompleteness
is one
and the same
with identifying with body/physical

true joy
is only possible
when we truly realize
the body is a picture
of a thought
that is not true

body/physical
is not
our identity

yes, Virginia!
there must be something bigger going on!
you are so right...

i loose the world
my self
my body
you
all my thinking
this war zone
from what "i" thought it was--
physical
limited
solid
fixed
causal

reality is streaming

flow
merging
all one
all fitting perfectly
no gaps
no contradictions

imagination

we perceive it in slow motion
byte
by
byte
so we can see it
and come home

focus on "our" little byte
blinds us to
the stream
this feels like pain

peace
to my mind
let all my thoughts be still
allow,
not force,
not command,
no efforting

and
they come
like little children
to their mats
and lay down
quietly
so innocently

the wild puppy
sleeps soundly
in front of the fire
warm, cozy,
so safe and content

her master
sitting close beside her/
deep
within
her

ever here
ever there
everywhere
MotherLove

Truth

be not fooled
by the flicker
on the tv screen

of course
there is something behind it

and
what's
behind that?

so...every thing we look upon
including the one looking out...

what's the source you are an expression of...?
behind
behind
behind

be still
and listen

Sunday, January 29, 2012

eye-lusion

space

the void

black hole

where not one of your beliefs
has any
foundation

can find any
support

it falls flat
empty claims
unsubstantiated evidence
manufactured
doesn't hold up
to investigation

witnesses fall apart
when questioned

nothing to stand on
they truly
simply
fall
away

where "you" don't hold up
under the microscope

your cells
but a river
flowing
emerging and sloughing off
here today
and gone tomorrow

nothing
to hold on to

words, thoughts emerge
emerge
emerge
no such thing as a point in time

is the river ever still?

so "you"
are poured
forever

never into a cup

the cup itself
is liquid

do you see see see
the flow flow flow?

there is nothing
you can claim
even for a second

there is
no
solid
ground :-)

amen

i'm not there

i'm not there...enlightened

is it true?

no

the un-conscious
is the guiding force of your life

the un-concious
what i don't conciously think
is where enlightenment lives...
spirit
the invisible
unknowable
untouchable
the only reality there is
the changeless
behind
everything

it is but "your thoughts"
that hide it from your awareness of it
your memory of it
your realization

it is but "your thoughts"
that are the fence
the defense
the veil

think not
there is anything you can do

only this
see
what you are believing
and question it

these beliefs
are who you think you are

it's not true now
nor ever has been

your stories
are the lie
you cherish
in place
of the invisible
the real
the vacuum
where not one of your thoughts
is believed

nothing but a trash pile
recycling thought after thought after thought

like a hoarder
our mind
is clogged up
temporarily

each thought holds our attention
while all around us
is infinite space

is something/anything really better than nothing?

the breath
shows us...
hang on to nothing

in
out
in
out
to stop for a moment
brings discomfort

anything in the way
brings stress

there is nothing we want
more than
empty space

space
for
anything

what
are
you
believing/holding on to
in place
of space?


Monday, January 23, 2012

tears to clear

have you ever seen radiance cry?

only tears of joy

only a river of purity
gushing through
to clear out all the flotsam

in the most graceful way possible

see her glistening fingers
not miss
one detail
of impurity
of scum
remaining on the bank

see how she scours
every cranny
so no decay blocks
the reflection of light
back to her

oh such dear attention
to even the tiniest discomfort

who wouldn't cry
at such a love as this?

only Infinite Perfect Love
would be so kind
so thorough
so free of effort
resting for no moment
in this image of time

every tick on the clock
brings but another kiss
another kiss
another kiss

from the One Who
watches over us
without sleep,
the true,
the lovely,
the Infinite,
Mystery


deeper

i give my mind to clarity/sanity

without the thought "i need him"

i am the fire
the flame
my own life

flame is

warm heart
bread rising in the oven
levitating

can't stop yeast from rising
it's what it does

contracting, a silly thought

Heaven
is the expansion,
extension
of purity,
innocence,
wholly without resistance, friction, conflict

the lit mind
extends forever

can fire really know darkness?
ever be
dark?
that's a joke

so light,
is all there is

vision isn't blindness

home is never strange

no one is a stranger
because
you are Home

the deeper you go
the clearer you see

the clearer you see
there is no other,
nor any possibility of loss

look in
in
in

it's only when i focus "outside" me
do i miss home
my Self
Creator
Mother
Father
my Love
my Heart

i give my mind
to Clarity

amen

funny to imagine...

how funny to imagine
someone can travel far away
sail round the world
be
out of sight
out of mind
out of reach
out of touch

outside
me

i image
space

a symbol of separation
or
fresh air
flexibility
stillness
nonattachment
infinity

what does space mean?
what meaning do "i"
give it?

is it empty
or full?

room to dance and fly
or absence
of love
a lap
a kiss
a hug?

oh holy mind,
dreamer of all it sees,
how funny to imagine
anyone can sail away
from my Heart

all encompassing
of every thought
every symbol
every action

blessed
com-passion

i am for you
always
always
all ways

for you

and that's the truth
not imagination

giving and receiving,
all there is

mind calling
and responding

song,
mama
and
child...

hush little baby,
don't you cry,
mama's gonna sing you
a lullabye...



i thank me

i thank me

for all i gave myself

and
for letting him go

i thank me
for not teaching he is guilty,
for letting him of "scottfree"

i celebrate my new found freedom
from blame

lightness
lightness
lightness

arms rise of themselves
as if coming up from the depths of the sea
the pressure is gone
chest expands
honestly,
lungs have double capacity
for oxygen,
happy healthy blood cells restored
to "normal"
natural state of saturation

euphoria
relief

ah the blessed mary has watched over me

through all my resistance
sadness
pattern
ancient stuckness
dependency

she has held me fast
giving me what i tantrummed and fought against,
yet truly wanted

let him go
and you are free

clinging is insanity,
an affirmation i am lacking

it is not so

he goes
i bloom

he goes
i live again

he goes
i come home

he goes away
i come near and dear to me

i thank me now
for this long awaited rite of passage

wholeness of the flower

do you notice flowers don't hang out as couples?

they each offer all their beauty to everyone

violet, turquoise, pink, yellow, lime
glowing in the sunlight

what am i
but a rainbow?

the light of God
coming through me

appearing for a moment
after the rain

beauty

no future
no past

just
beauty
now...

it's time for me
to see it,
yes,
it's time for
me
to see
me

to thank
me
for
my
beauty




Saturday, January 21, 2012

without the thought" I am alone"

who/what would i be
without the thought i am alone?

i notice my breathing
being
breathed

being done
it
reaches over and gets a sip of coffee
writes these words
adjusts the pillow under this notebook
a sip of water
the stream continues
slows
stillness
asks again
without the thought I am alone...
i extend out forever
i am a flower
my palms, the tulip petals
being
being
being
a smile blooms on my face
my lips turn upward
without a trace of strain

it would only be a strain to hold it back,
to resist it
to hide it and not let it shine
be expressed
reflected
manifested

i am reminded of the intimacy i share
with people even after long stretches of seeming time

i see it doesn't matter how often i talk to someone
or get together
i see its how i see them in my mind
when they do appear

without the thought i am alone
i am gratitude
for each face
each heart

i remember all the gifts
that live now
in me/as me

appreciation
i bless them
i am a blessing to the world,
upon the world
without the thought i am alone

free
pacified
curious
restful
softly waiting
like the pad on a cat's paw,
like the content cat
who sits so still
and has nothing to do
and nowhere to go
and is ready for anything,
ready to jump and play and chase
right now

i need no preparation
for the next moment

being totally at rest,
i am ready
for anything

i am a kid again
happily playing
totally absorbed
in my doll, or sand, or clay
or painting
or watching the goldfish
or petting the cat

in my own little world
making up all the rules of my make believe town
having fun
making up all the characters
and the funny words they say to each other.
('i want to get married and have a baby" , I wrote in my tiny notebook around the age of 8,
as the script of some adults i made up)

without the thought i am alone
i see the play going on everywhere all around me
i see i can jump in any time
or just watch
just watch
the show
give a hand when asked
and listen

hear
everybody's heart
see me in every word

i come home
to my brother
and sister

i see
the Oneness

i hear every word you say
coming directly from God/Love
to me

i see
the Love Song never stops

the sound of traffic
the steam of the boiling water
the silence of the cat on the window sill
the sunbeams bouncing off the paper
and spraying all over the room

my heart
my breath
the tv turned off
the giant kiss of words in my book

the music forever
giving
panting
pouncing
ga-sliding
leafing out
and falling crumpled to the floor
again

amen

i am
never
alone

thoughts are vines
a jungle is not a vacant lot


laughter will replace all pain

laughter will re-place all pain,
denial,
forgetting,
lies

i choose the joy of God instead of pain

laughter/freedom is my inheritance
in-here-nt

a joke always has a truth
and then a funny take on it,
a strange, surprising
delightful, innocent mishearing,
mis-seeing
mis-interpretation
mis-take

mis-understanding brings joy
reminds us nothing is serious
there is room/space
of lightheartedness,
indeed, that space is Life

like Art Linkletter's
kid's say the darndest things :-)

we can see ourselves
our child thoughts now
with love

perhaps, we think, a "reason" to have kids
is they keep us seeing things lightheartedly...
falling down they jump right up and laugh and go on
they pull us in
to play games
and lay on the grass and look up at the clouds
daydream
watch ants for hours
building hills
marvelling at their strength and cooperation
operating as one

and they/we
pick a dandelion
for our mom
as an expression of pure love

reminding us it's not what we do,
but the love we do it with

we're (child thoughts) not in the future--
looking for the end of the rainbow
nor thinking we shouldn't be afraid

we just are
we just express our feelings
screaming, crying, jealously hitting,
loving deeply

we make lots of mistake
as naturally as we breathe
it's how we learn

the only choice is
do we laugh
or cry?

why would you fill up your dad's shoes with water?
or cut up a chair with scissors?
or try to dig a hole to the earth
through the cement floor of your basement? :-)

i give everything all the meaning it has
it all makes perfect sense to the thinker.

where the literal thinking is brought to light,
we see the non-sense--
no common sense:
if i yell at you, you'll love me
if i attack you/throw a tantrum, you'll cooperate, respect my point of view, listen to me...

silly!
child!

the grown up
can
laugh...


Thursday, January 19, 2012

mystery

mystery

before me
always
all ways

you do not know
you have no idea
no understanding

it cannot be revealed
unveiled
while you think you know

magical mystery tour
yes!
every moment a surprise!

with a forecast,
casting a spell forward
of the past
of the known
where can creation
freedom
life
be?

with the past thrown on top of it?

oh dear
dear
dear
girl
remember
the Mystery
the Great Mystery
of You
the depths unknown
unseen
where all things are perfectly blessed
perfect wholeness
is not even written about
because
nothing else ever was
conceived

a mystery
from where i stand
looking through fragmenting lenses

how would reality look
if i threw my past to the wind?


re-main

i remain
as God
created me

re main

haven't gone out
haven't branched out
haven't differentiated
in anyway, shape, form

main
re-One
re-union
branch re-turns
back
around

looks trunkward
knows
sees
the oneness

so looking inward
all
there is to
see
is
God

i see all the images (in mind)
are mine

of
One

image/me

come nigh
fearful image
terror in night
anxiety gone wild

come closer
the closer i get
right into it
i see i made it up

i see
my body sweats
and heart races
muscles tense as rocks
head aches
adrenaline rushes
from head to toe

i see
its all
switched on
by one little thought

and i see it's a magic show

i pull the opposite thought out of my hat
and
the sun rises!
the rainbow shimmers after the rain!
my body relaxes,
rests,
can finally sleep,
smiling
sweetly
with gratitude
for this heavenly state of mind

ownership
is freedom

ownership
is all power
in Heaven and in earth

One Power
Mind
Love

re- main

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

let me be gentle

I gently release him
back to the river
(catch and release :-)

river of life,
ever moving,
the movie,
and stillness
remains forever still

from here i watch
from here
from here
from here
i watch him go
nowhere

he cannot
walk
out of my mind
out of my heart
out of my life

i made him up
he cannot leave
his source

gratitude remains
for this amazing learning partner

we graduate now

and open a new chapter
with a new learning partner
a new class
just like in school

september
new friends and old

it's all review now
it's all old friends now
no one really new

the only companion is you

you
smiles back to you
from every face

there's nothing to fear

everyone you see is you

(we silently smile to ourselves
why are you pretending you don't know me?)


Monday, January 16, 2012

i am the ocean

body's eyes closed

i see the ocean

i am the ocean--
the image maker of

the beauty,
the sparkle
on the water,
the sun,
the waves crashing
gracefully
surging up
translucent green

i am the shops,
the sales clerk,
the fashion,
the sheer gauzy blouse in the window.

joy
play
abundant garden of mind
or
lack
"other"
jealous
comparison

what meaning do i give to the meaningless?

maker of my universe,
is this thing i see across the room
a body
or a candle,
my heart,
true love
of Love,
shared identity,
no separation,
no other instant
but this

completion
no other

when i see we are identical

Love

Identical

thank you
thank you
thank you
my heart beats
the ocean roars
the waves keep coming
coming
coming...



sailing

he's leaving...

what if I just get in my new boat
and enjoy the ride...
the new sights...
the forgiven world?

not clinging,
not replaying
the past

i'm in the new boat now

would i look
for a moment
without the past?

and receive the beauty,
the presence,
the awareness of Love
gushing to me?

hey,
nothing serious here,
let's try something new...
i think i'll get off that roller coaster
and see what stillness feels like
for a while...
a little balance

the Heart of God is impossible to break

How can you dry up an ocean?

come on, mind,
where Love created all
can it really be scarce?

it may appear a desert exists
where once an ocean was...
but, have you ever paused to wonder
where all that water has gone...?

that it's in you now,
in the very air you are breathing,
in the river that runs by your house
and pours out of the faucet?

that it's closer than you can see,
running through your veins
even while you sleep?

and can you make the water?
have you ever had anything to do with it?

and
can you really
destroy life?

think again

Life,
before you
after you
all around you
beating your heart
while you do nothing

notice
notice
notice

sailing

carried

by the wind

on the open sea

freedom

amen

Monday, January 9, 2012

a cat in my chest

he won't let me say what I want...

i realize
i
won't let me say what I want

and oh,
what a loving thing...
I see it's Love Who won't react,
Whose watching over me

I see I'm awake and listening
and I see attack will only breed more attack...

I see it's the ego
screaming
for it's life

there's a cat
inside my chest

yowling!

throwing itself at the window
when it perceives another cat/itself
outside--
a stranger, invader, thief
in it's territory

the power of a belief

in a frenzy
tail exploded
wild-eyed
frantic

i watch,
observe carefully,
what is that sensation?

like the smell of popcorn
in the movie theater
put there to convince us
we are hungry...

is it true?

a moment before we smelled it,
before we walked in the door,
where
was our mind?

the clear blue sky
blocked now
in the dark
of the theater

i see but through
the giant yellow eyes
on the screen...

kill
or be killed!

where is love now?

the fresh air remains
a step away

the warm sun,
the tender new shoots,`
live
now

choose...
would you die
killing your brother,
being right,

or
would you
be wrong about everything
and
see love
everywhere you look?

my child,
rest,
in the warmth
of my hearth,
the fire,
forever Home,
giving light
to see

the cat's eyes
can
see
clearly
even
in
the dark

there is
nothing
to fear


Thursday, January 5, 2012

tender juicy flower

without the thought "i need..."

God is


with the thought "i need..."

God is denied.


what would create a needy, lacking creation
but lack itself?

and how can lack create
when it isn't enough itself?

creation is overflow
extension
abundance

lack is denial
of God

without the thought "i need..."

wholeness raises her beautiful head
her beautiful smile
lights up her whole face
and shines upon the whole world
lighting it up
with grace and laughter and joy

without the thought "i need..."
i see the juicy grass
the gardens springing up everywhere

no cement or asphalt
can hinder
the tiniest of flowers
from pushing up and through
and sharing its tenderness and beauty
with everyone

that's us
without the thought
"i need..."

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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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