reflection...no choice

thoughts

make me smile

natural position,
a curve

relaxed
hammock

lit
eyes
sparkle

when thought
is funny

surprising
juxtaposition  (what never ever would have occurred to you!)

this
with that?!

hilarious

a  "bad"  baby?!

how could it be possible?

out of my mind
the possibilities
collide
with hilarity

a child
could not love
his mother?

a mother,
not love
her beloved child?

insanity
 is strange
to love

funny...

an endless well
could be
a desert...

a smile
is
 the most natural
response,

answer,
to
insanity

and a smile is but the precursor (the gateway!)
to laughter rushing

to jump out
 in bundles
 and wiggle waggle
 her tail and toes
and
ooh, even yip a little in the cool fresh water!

no choice,
to thoughts
of joy!

a joke

Father
of All Humor,
tell me something funny...

All power in heaven and earth,
all Joy in All of Creation
has used all of that
power
and creativity
to believe
it is only a"flea"

a vermin

to be shunned

and in need of execution...


"in lightness and in laughter
will sin's absurdity be seen at last..." acim

sandcastles

without the thought "i want/need..."

just playing in the sandbox
for fun

and i don't call it that,
i don't call it anything...

pat pat pat
a road appears,
then changes into a river
and ditch
and pool
and tunnel
and train track
and monster cave
and no name at all,
just no name
at all...

as i bury my toes
in the sand
and riggle them up

pure delight

and

no different
 now
without the thought
"i want/need..."

who are you with that thought?
who are you without that thought?

sandcastles don't travel
very well

the well

i would sit
by the well

the air is clear here

the penetration
to the bedrock

nothing blocked,
nothing undisclosed

now
this sunlight
directly oh!verhead

reflects back
from the core

ancient darkness
pierced
disappearced

undone
the uncapsulated
capsule
corpuscle:

i thought i was blood

the well shows me
the water is clear,
not red

the bottom of the pit
is not bottomless

undoing,
light,
is not only possible,
it's unavoidable

hitting your head on a rock over and over and over
gets old

and laughter
is alot
more fun

the brook does laugh!
after
all...

one hand

no thing
no one
is meant
to stay

passing through
am i!

eyes drifting
among items
on a shelf

they
do not move

it is but i
that seems to shift
her focus
and call it
a happening...

cars on the highway
next to me
seem still
at 60 mph

the earth and i move
together
and no friction
is conceived

you
take one step ahead of me
and i
call you for it...
leaving me
behind

is it possible?
which way is behind?
which way...
 forward?

if i go left
and you go right
we still walk the same line

if you go N
and I go S?
jumping on letters of the alphabet...perhaps it's music we are making,
hopping on these notes in time...

if i swim the river
and you bike the road
isn't there still the picnic at lunchtime?

call me Ishmael,
call me Joy,
call me anything you like,
my clock is still wound
and not
by me

the big hand and the little hand
do
cross paths in the night
and
point in opposite directions

and pointing in opposite directions
or lined up in a row

they are still
only fingers,
always fingers
of the
One
 Hand

gypsies and my honeymoon...

have you seen the gypsies
coming down the road!
coming down the road!

do you hear the coins
jingling on their sashes?
and evil eye
offering
such
crystal realizations
of
a future?

seek no more
to leave
this
Love

run no more
from the Everything
pouring itself
into you
right now

seek
no more diversion!
from the spring,
oh, the spring
you are

gypsies come and go,
traveling is their game,
and you, my dear,
are the gazer

you
are the stargazer,
Star
gazing
into the star
you are,
into the darkest night
of your own soul

beckons
you,
beckons you,
echoing always,
Lover,
Lover,
come home!

no gypsy
will ever give you
your Self

honeymoon,
can't wait
to make love,
to penetrate
to the deepest, darkest, most hidden
parts
of me
with Love...

do you see the gypsies coming down the road...
eye do
eye do,
dear one,
and i am
at Home,

happy at long last
to sit beside the road
and wave,
oh yes,
just sit
beside the road
and wave
all my love
to you

whoosh!

opening
 mind
this morning
  dissolves
lubricates
ancient
rusted gears,
the old tracks...
fallen mines
deserted
yet still inhabited
by ghosts...

i see you
are not solid
either

no solid state,
no freeze frame,
ever,
not even for an instant

atoms faster than the speed of light,
so fast eyes cannot track it,
slight of hand,
slight of mind...
on its self

isn't it something (;-)
what seems still
is actually(?) going so fast (that word does not begin... to illumine...exhilaration? power? approaching beyondness...

like the tv screen
and computer
and sunlight
and
you!
as "you" lay sleeping,
your "bed" whizzing whizzing whizzing,,,

fairy dust...poof!

oh Life! (apparent)
mysterious zinging

dazed am i
believing a reality
that isn't

mind attempting to make solid

all names lies...fairy tales...lightly tossed onto the
one river faster than the speed of light:

thought,
having made it all up

following the leader,
i forgot
the leader
was Mind

no thing
solid

ever...

whoosh!

splashling forth!

you can't stop love
from bubbling up
even if you wanted to

God's Will,
Reality's will for me is perfection

the words swim    out  of my mouth....
mermaids
pink and green pearlescent
the poems dripping down my ching
slobbering metaphors oh oh oh my God!
so juicy and fragrant

the taste
of this heart
on my tongue
splashling
waves
cresting

no way you can ever keep God from bursting out onto the beach from between my teeth!
bouncing into the open sunlight

landing
carousing
with every  speck of me
i have thrown out into the wind!

united once more
the chorus!
the chorus!
the chorus!

chiming in
all together
on this breath!

open heart radiance

i don't need the clouds to change,
the grey sky to brighten,
the humidity to flee

i can appreciate this texture,
yes, this is me,
i've experienced this before

no need to run,
it's all perfect

blooms call for liquid,
necessary,
roller coaster,
loving the heights,
impossible
without the thrill of falling
down

no control now

carried

buckled in for the ride...

oh
the emotions!
seem to explode!
the starting gun smoking
bullets in heart
ahc!
you got me!
the chemicals hit!
lit erally

heart pace jumps
O2 uptake zings

all beCause
of a thought...


laying quietly asleep in bed...

(not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse...)

no, i don't need the clouds
to change

i just desire
to love them
right now
with everything
i've got

walking robot

walking robot,
walking beliefs,
no choice at all
while you believe that thought

hammers and chains and saws
will fall
on you
while you hold that belief,
that anything can be wrong

the world will fail you,
but not because 
of what is

only
because
you are bowing down
and worshipping
the idea
it can be wrong

(translation:
that you
are not
love)

literally wonderland

i wonder
what would happen
if...

and do you see
the wind
rushing in,
whirling around,
carrying all these ideas/pictures?  (amusement park....)

pieces of a puzzle
putting themselves together
to show you...

the magic mirror!
this world

hmmm....
and there it is
(again)
instantly!
right before your very eyes

image making,
magnetically eyeing,
hypnotized...

and the other images
follow as if under a spell;
they drank the koolaid
of that idea...

 troops goosestepping
1000's upon 1000's
to show you
this world

and absolutely
no other!

until....
perchance....
you wonder
once more...

and then watch
as instantly the previous world
is gone,
never having existed

and a new
"no thing" but image
is born!

hallelujah
hallucination

it's all
wonder land,
onederland,

only one,
no other
ever

than you

beauty in the beast

without a body,
what am i?

listener

nothing to lose
or gain

the open space
for you
to pour 
your thoughts

the space
for the river to flow
unimpeded
undirected
savage, even
and not conceive of recoiling,

seeing nothing
but raw love

tenderness
rushing
tail wagging
the puppy jumping all over,
muddy paws everywhere
on white chiffon dress!

love
without disguise

in all its forms,
every form

the cover,
for the beauty
in the beast

yes,
without a body,

sticks and stones
can
break my bones,
but names....concepts, labels, mental claims...images of separation...
can never
hurt
me

free at last

free
at
last...

the very
last
story....

and so
it is

the old carpet

"she" wants to drag "him" around
against his will
over to her house,
the old carpet,
to warm her floors,
make cozy her barren heart

keep the prisoner
that his body
might warm her home
and block the bitter wind
from her attention

yet,
can a body
really burn brightly?

can a body
heal your lies?

can a body
bring Love
where it is locked out?

bind your brother
no more

only your own heart
can fill
the empty space

no order

"cat", me
looking back
at "me"

loveliness, hi,
i'm here to serve,
piece of grass, chair, "me"

no greater, no less
nor apart

evenly maximal
of the Mystery

no measure
no time
before or after,
or now...

what is that,
but imagined game?

without "now"
without "beauty"
without "leaves" and "branches" and "tree"...

no idea

what would you teach me?

there is no order "things" go in

no "wrong" possible,
nor a "right" way, time or place or word

c'mon, really!
what in the hell (and it is hell)
makes you "master of the universe"?

believing a leaf
should unfurl
in this place
in this manner

right over leaft
and left over too rights
and the third hair down the middle.

no wonder
you are so unhappy,
of course you can't touch the stars
and rearrange them!

get your feet back
down on earth,
you're just a piece of grass

no less perfect
and no more

you can wave your hands
and shout for the Teacher's attention
all you want...
1000 years or 10,000...

but the lantern's
already lit

nothing's wrong
nor right,
it just is

being purred

quivering
wings flapping
oh the flight!
being purred

without the possibility of boredom

have you ever
seen
a red so bright?

a green that is so deep
it goes on forever and ever and ever

inside
there is no end to the hairs on a monkey,
a forest i missed
all my life

eyes in a book
teaching me about life
in the past
and future

and the now!
 tick tick tickling itself away
tickling itself with joy
and laughter

oh the serious "news"(old)
on the couch
bored me to tears,
professor

bored me to tears,
the drop on my face
discarded

all the feelings
i could ever feel
junked

for a story
of order
predictability
law
is safety

without the possibility of boredom

the wordless space
where
all words are born

profuses
infuses
happies

sparkles
hums

rivitates,
rivertakes
carries
liftishifts

up up up

open

laughter
shaking
reality
around and around
to landulate,
laud itself

and bounce!     break open!

Hey!   there!

so much bigger
than "me",
little pea,
thought of boredom hiding under the carpet,
closed door,
covered dish
laid low in the cellar

waiting
just waiting
forever waiting for
Now!

"i'm sitting in a railway station,
got a ticket for my destination...."

Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!

We sure do!

stuffing your mouth

I come from my Father's House.

this
is not my Home

lay down your forks and spoons and knives
and stop eating each other

cannibal kings,
is that your neighbor
in your mouth?

oh my goodness,
do you see in the mirror
her leg hanging out,
how you chew her up
and spit her out,
this piece of meat
you took
upon your plate?

who gave you the right
to take her?

whose property
has she become
that she not own herself,
and you
own the only property
you have domain over,
your own house?

yes, this is not your real home either

rest now

give your neighbors' back
their legs,
their freedom,
their life

let them walk freely
once more
to live
exactly as they do

the dictator resigns

it never changed anything anyway


the robin's flight,
the robin's song,
is


no matter what you ever say or do or think,
it has absolutely no effect on Love

Here
is Home

Security

Comfort

no need
at all...

what is Love?

 what is Love, Father?

i do not know

if blocks to love are things,

Love must be the space,

Spaciousness

hold gently

not to keep for yourself,
for that is lost to you
by the holding,
the separating,
the needing,
squeezing,
grasping

the litheness
denied

let go
and watch
the feather float
feel the softness,
but do not
claim it for yourself
alone,

feathers
are meant
to blow in the breeze

watch the flight
here
 and there,
swooping
wafting,
no past,
no future,
up  down     circling around

i am not God,
determiner of its correct path

rather,
watch,
and when it comes close
simply feel the joy

She is your very self

Freedom

to tumble
to touch the ground
to  rise high out of sight
for a while,
to be caught in the bushes
and fly free again
after a good storm,
and even  lay
sodden in the
mud

Love is the space
that holds
everything
gently

sugar cat

sugar cat
laying on the mat
leaving sugar
wherever she lays

whoever pets her,
a handful of sugar

sugar maiden,
eyes but crystals
of the light
 we are

darling one,
take off all your clothes
now

cover no thought
behind a screen

bare your most shameful
secret
now
that  light be
where cover once barred it

oh sugar cat
that you are
look in the mirror
right now!
and fall at your feet

today is the day
you see
the snow upon the peak
the sugar softly floating
completely without your doing

enjoy that sparkling
ever
present
in your eyes

it is
there
for you
to look upon

it is
there
to light up
your life

sugar cat
sugar cat
just feel the warmth
you always
give

the well

Yes,
 I am the well

I am,
the Well

salvation's heartstrings
 live here
sing here
 echo
up into the "world"

through this pipe
the acoustics
swell
 ringing
ringing
ringing
echoing
echoing
echoing

'til nothing cannot feel it
jostling their heart
vibrating too

the well

the well
sources birdsong,
leafy clapplings,
gaga eyes
and ponytails filled with burrs
traipsing through the wild,
the unkempt,
 rotator cuffs,
and rubber hose rivers,
me and her ing,
all of us
carried
carried
carried
on this river
rising
from the depths

tide rises
flooding of Love
over my head
in Love!

drowning in Love!
so good
to be gone

all separation dissolved

just carried
carried
carried
away

no boundary
a flood
doesn't cross

wide open door

opening           opening                opening

deeper
 and deeper
and deeper

door upon door upon door....

like nesting dolls

release...
release...
release

surprise
surprise
surprise

can't see the next
from here

just be wholly here,
able
to wholly hear,
defenseless,
every word
your brother speaks

every word you hear
without resistance,
denial,
push,
the wish
for something else

and this doll melts,
simply dissolves,
to reveal

less of "you"
to block
the blazing
Hearth

no landing strip

lack
has no landing strip

on grounds of Love

grounded in Love,
where is the spot,
the hole
in Wholeness?

lack in wholeness
makes no sense,
no cents,
no value

who would prefer round metal discs
over a state of mind that has never
once entertained fear?

such grounds as this,
priceless
 free,
given,
Reality


who without fear
would desire it?

and put Joy 
down the garbage disposal?

Retrieve that Baby now!


be still, love,
you don't really want
that hammer

feel the leveling,
liquidity,
pond without ripples

never rigid
never solid

yet smooth as glass

no gaps,
forever filling Itself in

present everywhere

no landing strip
for lack

just a fly
buzzing in your ear...

would you really
let that fly
be your boss?

coming home

She is

i love this Fountain,
the Giver,
the Songstress

Dissolver of all the petty,
Larger than this world

the Clarity that can never be clouded,
the Openness forever
and beyond
the farthest
and further still

forever forever the Space

we are the Space

dear Eyes,
the Space is everything

not the needle (ing)

oh dear one
today notice the Space

to move
to turn
to fly
to crawl
to float
to soar
to slither

so just feel
the space

shared 100%
communal Identity

the Sky keeps opening opening opening

index finger stretching miles up
to touch
the cloud

has it ever not been so?

and now extending back
down down down
to earth
roots

oh extension,
she is

no idea
what's going on

my empty cup
sits on the table

open
so very open

darling
waitress,
it is you

I wait upon.

once upon a time

and it came to pass

the Way farer walked many miles

before he tired

and sat down to rest

and then he saw

before his eyes

the very jewel

he had been seeking

in all his travels

awaking from his nap

there was not one more

step

to

 take

the very ground he lay upon

was rubies

and behold

he saw there was nothing

that was not

and behold

it was all

very

very good

no sight his eyes

could find

that wasn't the mirror image

of the Ruby,

Himself

amen

empty

how very light she felt

when she put down her idol,

her man pot of tea,

she dreamt all her life,

she needed

to partake of

to be filled

to be healthy

to keep her running

oh how heavy all that water is

to carry upon her head

each step of her life

and the copper kettle, too,

ties wings to the ground

and tangles in branches

when space would be

itself

infinite

and fly everywhere at once

being never separate

nor bounded

in any way

yes, how very very wide

she felt her wings to go now

reaching out forever

beyond

her ancient horizon

earth

gravity

decay

and binding this attachment

something

on top of 

the whole

can you really run faster,

leap farther and easier,

glide more effortlessly 

while you tie yourself

to another body?

is it really your wish to carry a corpse,

drag another, 

through your crap?

yes, how very very light

it feels

to let my brother walk freely

on his own two feet

and eye

see him now

waving happily back to me

One Heart

soars

loveliness calls me daughter

Loveliness calls me daughter,
Her mellow kiss upon my forehead,
Her skirt
aswirl
in the breeze breathing up
on my skin,
Her hair the blanket
for my face
to bury itself

the loveliest space,
the absence of "i"

the entry
to
the One

in front of
the none,
don't know,
the Mystery

Lineage
full circle
0 to 0

rest now
nothing

no illusion
to hurtle
the train off its rail

just the Mystery
ever the mystery
now

dear mother of me

today i would
climb out of your head

and back into my own
heart

yes, i want a space in my heart
to climb into, rest, fall asleep
so safe and sound
surrounded
penetrated
held
in love
love
love
love

delight
of my heart

in my own backyard
i want to smell
my fragrance,
taste
me

my nectar
juiciness
laughter
integrity
grandmother...grown up, wise, sane

nothing fools her

fresh air
natural openness

the redness of a stoplight,
is it...
a stop light?

oh my my  my goodness,
it is LOVE!
radiance
round and round and round and round...

penetrating into my eye hole?
or not?

eyes closed
it still gleams,
no electricity at all,
no night at all

life
of my desiring
only

a picture
of a thought
of what?

my car needs to stop?
a hindrance to my destination,
sacrifice,
loss?

or JUPITER!
symbol of power,
infinite mind...
anything i desire
i can imagine

anything
i desire
i can imagine,
can give
to myself

anything!
Infinite Happiness!
now

such grace!

out of your head...
back into
My Heart

dear Mother
of me

Love

surprise

you are always
looking directly
at Love

you just can't see it


gazing at my flower collage again...

appears
in the center of the "flower"

George Washington!

symbol
of leadership
freedom
new beginning
union
unification
ideals

wearing red
and a native American
red and yellow headdress
flying in the breeze

dancing?

campfire
candle
Spirit

Integration

flower/human
life/one
red/white
old/new

pioneers
of space
of Shared Source

flying out
to greet
you!

at the back door...

when you are completely relaxed,
no trying at all,
is how
the light
gets in...


i don't need
to know
what to do...


Love is