breast of God

i am
the breast of God

milk comes through me

to nurse
the babies'
hungry mouths

open

for ascension
unto
Heaven

elevation
to sanity
levity
flexibility
play full ness
with the Whole Deck

perseverance
knowing
the joker
is not the King of Hearts,
but an entertainer,
a wild card,

trickster coyote
at 3 a.m.
bewitching you,
the spell
that a picture in your mind
is real
 and threatening
and calls for action!

delirium
sweating
pounding heart
help!  me! please

rest,
 angel,
you are at home
safe and sound
in bed

rest

the air is cool and fresh
and sweet

the rain holds the scent
of pine
and soil
and river

thank you

i am
the breast of God

milk comes through me

there is nothing to fear
dear one

pictures
can't bite

the image in your mind
is
a decoy--
not a real duck!

everything 
you think
is a decoy

all freedom is yours
to see this

lighter than a feather

the milk
of
God

not enough

"i don't have enough (you name it...)"

like a two-year old...

he got more!

Look!

Everything!
you have
has been given to you

eyes
ears
music
song!
for goodness sakes,
just that alone!

how happity it feels to sing!
to feel
the love,
the tenderness,
the depth,
the connection
with another,
with a million,
as we all sing...
imagine...

or
whatever
this one heart...

when all thoughts
of self
have disappeared...

the lawn

given you,

this "house"
couch
paper and pen!!!
bank account
friends
(even your "enemies" given you--
and don't you really love
this being
you are so engaged with,
the mirror
who shows you
your intestines,

every thought inside of you
you have hidden from your eyes
and ownership)

not enough?

how much bigger can the sky get?!

how much brighter and warmer the sun?

what greater father than God, Itself,
The Source 
of All Joy?

Heaven rains upon us,

rains!

pours,
puddles collecting
into rivers streaming
gushing...

all i need do is stop,
pause button
the thought
of "not enough"
and

SEE

it would take me all day
just to count the leaves on the tree
outside the window

oh Heart!
oh Heart
that radiates
such love

you are not
a body

and there is no limit

in Love...

simply fall

into Its Arms...

you are 
anyway!

you've never been
in charge

Thank God! you have no control

God is

enough

and so much

more....

light is all the same

light is all the same

that's how you know it's true

no shift,
no differences,
consistent,
words, thoughts, feelings

free to forgive,
turn over,
to the other side

turn back
the page,
underneath,
to the kid,

before shame

before scolding,
before reprimanding,
before a mold
 of artificial safety,
"do this, and you will be "loved",
accepted,
safe

peel back
this thought
that anything is required
of the daffodil

who, but God
could instruct the daffodil,
His Own right hand,
to be anything
more beautiful than it is?

more yellow,
more radiant,
more Itself,
more aromatic,
louder,
faster,
cleaner,
smarter,
bigger?

only an incredibly
distorted, insane
mind--
in denial of all that  is--
could imagine
safety lies
in its own mind

God is.

Simply allow

all the yellow
all the perfume
all the beauty
to be

the page
before shame
is You,

Daffodil

freedom is my soul

freedom is my soul

free
to sweep away the sticks
and stones

have you seen
the river
ravish the countryside?

there is nothing that is
but a piece of straw
to this huge
soul

this huge power

nothing but a feather
in its path

i love you up

and down

no such thing as a real hindrance,
no possibility of opposition,
holding back Nature

it is You!
Love

this Power
your Soul,
no such thing as a dam,
nor damned

GodLove,
Thy Will,
this single thought
relieves tired confused mind
of all it thinks it holds

nothing but clouds
in a breath dispersed

sweet sailor,
atop the river,
i watch as nothing stands
in the Way of God

every speck
of perceived guilt
overturned

new tender blades of grass,
rich fertile soil,

now

only Love grows here

only Love
only Love
has ever grown

freedom
is
my soul

cells and cellos

do you see
it is your  mind
that is the lantern
that shows you
the streets of this world?

how dim
or how brightly
the world sparkles

how clean
how unveiled
the clarity of translation

God, Creator of all,
 cannot be 
deprivation,
missing,
scarce,
in short supply

High Power
is all ways

being Light,
nothing is hidden

fully integrated,
no clashing of edges

being the Dance of Light
everything is lit
in Her Presence

equal brilliance,
"your" house
and "mine"

in meditation
Light is allowed
free rein

completely unharnessed,
nothing kept outside of It

fear is simply
lack of light

unable to see the truth

Joy and Safety
is but to shed light
on the situation

to look inside
at the light
you are

 every cell functioning
without your awareness

something
is living you
reproducing you
restoring you
regenerating you
fountaining you

illumining "you",
sparkling out of your eye!

what's behind "you",
puppet, facade?

what brought you here?
this is no little question

what's moving you?
thinking you?
breathing you?

all those trains,
busses, planes,
ocean waves
that keep roaring
and crashing,
whole planets
that keep spinning
and spinning and 
spinning,
stars,
moons,
motoring,
whizzing...
and it's not you doing it


cats
have whiskers
and wash their own faces
and you 
didn't give your cat
even one
single beautiful whisker

Hi Ho!

Pause for a moment

!

see this Kingdom before you,
sit quietly

and wonder

what 
is behind it,
your very cells
and cellos?

notice what  Loveliness
created...
a "cello"
placed in certain hands,
with a certain touch,
at a certain time,
that "your" very cells

dance!

yes,
 dance!

goosebumps!

hair on end!

in this very moment!

behind,
dear one,
ponder...

what 
is
behind
you?

loveliness rising

loveliness has risen
her head over the pillow

halfway
this smile
the curling eyes
just rising up
of her own weightlessness

he has seen his loveliness
in another

the reflection on the pond
this morning

the brilliant shimmering
on the lake,

the puddle,
of the one
whose nose
is touching yours

no such thing as nosy,
it's all 
God's business

smelling out a rat
is but your kissing
yourself now,

where once
you misunderstood

the thought
there was something
that should die,
be killed,
punished,
something that could hurt you

but this morning
the lake is shimmering

because last night
you stayed up late
and heard God
speak to you,

words,

right out
of
human lips


the illusion
over now
of God
and man.

Only One, dear

Only One

effortless

question not
 the dove

the softness
of the feather

the flight
the height
the gliding
on the wind
high above the earth

carried
easily

effortlessly

free
to travel
anywhere

not one obstacle
anywhere

endless space

not a single corner,
no place
to get stuck
or trapped

no ruts

imagine today
you are carried

absolutely carried
without exception

every single thought
footstep
breath

given you

pure grace


for no purpose at all
but
endless joy

endless
e x p a n s i o n. . . 

i am a rooster

i am a rooster
crowing in the light
of God
as dawn
brings truth
to my ancient prison,
"there's not enough time."

such freedom
 excites
 celebrates
sharing with the world

happiness
enthusiasm
gratitude
joyful wings

from here
to eternity

from earth
to the farthest stars
in the sky

we are breathed
we are breathed

you do nothing for your existence
all thoughts are given you
completely without any effort of our own

your gifts
but a joy
to share,
not work
not sacrifice,
but naturally
internally
rewarding

gratefully
adored by friends

think not you own
but one ounce of credit
for anything
that occurs in your life

think not you owe
one ounce of anything
to simply sit there

notice
Life
as
"you"
perfectly complete

no one ever had to teach you
how to laugh!

nor can you ever forget,
nor  force,
nor stop it...

Laughter lives us

what a shining star
you are,
 laughter
spilling out of your eyes,
down your cheeks,
dancing into my ears
wafting
summersaulting
again
and again
and again

the world was mistaken

you deserve no punishment
ever
for "being late"

laughter is always
welcome

herein lies the peace of God

welcome
but your own laughter
back home

She adores you,
silly child

re-mind the world,
yourself,
of joy

it's always the perfect time
for joy full  play full ness....

crowing in the morning,

delight!

cloud friends and wagon trains

I am alone.

Is it true?

no.

wise woman
waits for me
sits with me
always

song
inspiration
light
clarity
remains

better question:
what am i
without the thought
"i am alone"?

full
pregnant
generous
generative
giving
ever expanding
rising
bigger horizons
opening
(images of big fluffly clouds
expanding like popping corn
in blue sky)

gracious
her skirts swing
and swirl
light on tip toes

swinging,
singing:
"hinter und fro geh' die Eier!"
(back and forth go the eggs!)

spontaneous joy!
silliness
collapsed time
(no past, no future)
this flower now

the breath
carrying all creation on it

(and who made the breath?...

you come with your own 
internal repair manual)

all creation on this breath...
wagon trails and trains
crossing deserts
mountains
pioneers

all in one moment
eternity
all of it
infinite models and modes
of transportation
fashion
and speech,

just coveralls
for identity

breathing in
and out

clouds
sky
trees
grass
air
water

gifts 
literally
just falling from the sky

isn't that enough proof?

never alone

no,
never
ever
alone