brother fence

without the thought "i need..."

i see the joke.

are you kidding?

this rippling imagination...

lillies of the valley,
flowing vines swirling
over grasses and hedges in midsummer
pungent
breath

just this alone!

then,
a blue sky,   oh my!

the two(?) squirrels
darting  effortlessly,
bouncing from swaying branch
to branch after each other...

and
a rooftop!

oh what is this lovely thing
we call a "roof"?
between
me and 32 degrees,
between
me and icy water,
flurrying snow,
sunlight and starlight,
and neighbors' eyes...

is there
anything
more wonderful
than a "roof"?

oh yes, yes, yes!

that footprint in the snow...

i am not here alone

companioned by every single thing,
familied with the wooden slatted fence
once growing
flowing
breathing, too,
offering
my very breath

she
side by side

i cannot walk
one step ahead
or behind
"my" fence  (is it really mine...those trees freely swooping up into the clear air?)

i simply cannot exist
without every speck

all here,
overflowing,
every time i open my eyes
or
close them,
absolutely everything
i  need

without the thought "i need..."
the overflowing
hits me in the face!

a pie, honey!

so good
to see  it
at last

pure gold

the most hated part of yourself
is
a
diamond

literally,
everything you have ever wanted

only here
is
redemption possible

look at  it,
every particle,
leaving nothing out,

it is the not looking
that causes you to lay it on me, God, every plant, police officer, government official, sister, grandma,  and even newborn baby...

you must look
if you would find peace,
for here is all conflict that exists

buried,
away from the truth.

in the light, you can ask again,
is it really true?

be still,
ask,
wait...

let
the truth
be
known

un curtainty

open mind

that
thought floating through

and who knows
who knows
who knows


what belief
will catch
spark
be given life
action
neon
letters
adrenal rush
steroids
hormones
drool
to
fondle the emotions

turn up the volume
in this steamy
can of worms
laboratory

what is real
what is not

magician
happening

rabbits out of a hat

literally
terror out of thin air

and now
merry tinkling  of bells

dainty
ferocious
jowels

up rising crowds
trains
stampedes
drifting into snow
sifting sand dunes

sculptures of particles

mammoth of spaces

un certainty he calls it

magnificence
another

the forming forming forming

creation
unfolding
now...

so simple

and so it is

that flowers bloom
on their own

timetable

no whip can ever educe a flower

to grace the world


grace is

ever

of its own accord

whiplash,
insanity,
blindness
to the effluence,
to the laughter
bouncing
around 
inside

the troubled mind,
just a flash
of
a
question

and the Answer:

Let there be Light

was everywhere
all around
in that very same instant

honestly,
who would whip God/Reality?

and
think
it
a
real
possibility
unless
he
were...

drunk?

whipping a flower?@!

c'mon!

even a two year old can see that doesn't work....

my puppy always
prefers
a hug
to a whip...

:-)

restitution

restitution
to the unborn baby

who prior to birth
was promised to slavery

owing
just for being--
stealing from the mother
her very blood

this vampirous growth
expecting to be carried around
and fed
and bathed

where does she get off
thinking the world owes her?

restitution
now

for this twisting of baby's hair,
this clamping into chains
the delicate golden petals,
so tender
it brings tears,
so gentle
so beautiful
this lacy song

what's the use of it
if it can't put a meal on the table?

oh the destitution 
of this harsh mother,

the world's a dangerous place,
you better learn it now, kid

no  one is going to look out for you,
you better get that into that thick head of yours

oh,

restitution

now...

your grace
your humble presence
your clarity
your joy
all the gift
the world could ever desire

blessed
so very very blessed
by your presence

wonderland

without the thought,
i am something...


she came to sit upon my lap,
the gift of life,
a baby,
little girl,
curly hair,
tiny toes

she came to swing
a while
back and forth in mind

to show up
as a tulip
so red and yellow and black and scented
in Holland!@?

or Littleton (is it so...?)

ask the Arapaho tribe

ask the stars

ask a two year old

ask Santa.

prior to John Little
whose town was it?

unincorporated,
now incorporated...
we say

tell the dandelions,
the geese,
the rain--
we own you now!

ha ha ha ah

and now
it doesn't rain

and no one wants this desert

no one will pay
to buy a house here
or start a business...

and oh,
it gets so complicated

i forget

she comes to swing,

just swing

for the joy
of it!

hmmm...

here's the error:

you think
what you can't see
isn't there

:-)

so
just admit it,

the only problem is

i am blind.

ask
for another perspective
and perhaps
the lightbulb
will go on...


:-))))

dreamy images

dreamy images
merge
like melting ice cream
and sauce

where does one begin
and the other end?

nowhere
is there
a beginning to one
and and end to the other

chicken and egg
on the same screen,
same piece of fabric--
one concept,
not two

herein
is all pain
undone

you and i
are one concept,
not two

"i"
cannot be
without
"you"

"we"
cannot exist
apart from
the Whole,
God

dreamy images,
truer
than "lie", "life"

leaf, that crinkles and "dies"/is born
into soil,
circle ulates
into tree roots

literally

sucked up into tree
flowing upward
upward
upward
outward
to end of branch
bud
new

leaf!
never left

leaf,

not a "leaf"
after all, is it?

who would call a river of life,
a leaving of it?

only an ancient story, dear one,
i believed in Santa
because I wanted to...

he brings lots of presents....

what does my belief in separation
and death bring me?

what sack of goodies
am i dying for?

happy holy days...
time
to rest,

to ask...

to make room

at the inner space...

it is your room at the inn

your room,
at the Inn

the lone pea

Father hood
like
neighbor hood ness...

isn't community,
connection,
the obvious

nature of a rug
woven
from a sheep's hair
and a cotton plant

that wholeheartedly
did
just arise
out of mud and water
and sunshine?

where did the crazy idea
ever come from

that i could
be
a lone r
in this soup,
this concoction,
this casserole dish?

one pea
without a father,
without any other peas in the world...
i just appeared and made my self up
with no help at all
from FatherMother Pea

how childlike,
how mythological,
how playful,
such a story...

but certainly not

possible!

:-)

stitches

stitches

eyes sewed shut tight
by the  needle of belief

heaven all around
touching me
fingers
looking
goofy
musical
oof the wall
"raised in a barn"
a notch too high
delinquent

pearls
of salvation
this necklace

my joy
replaced
by stitches

ramping up
only blindness
i call colorful

this righteous rightness
of mine

nothing else
do i cherish so dearly

cast overboard
all family, friends
and strangers

that on my gravestone
my holy name
is inscribed,
"i am right"
and everyone else is wrong...

a life of death
herein lies

to have lived,
but not to have loved
at all

isn't it time
now
to remove
the stitches
and
notice

the stars bursting
in flame?

these dear dear hearts,
the tender dazzling reflection
of my own

transparent heart

this "man's" heart was so transparent

crystal clear
nothing to hide
the light
from coming through

without the thought "i have to solve her problem"

 love was all there was

 tenderness
 humor
 relaxation
 touch
 restoration
 presence

the blessed residue
of marriage
of my Self
the Other
the All

no thought
to cloud the Sky

only holiness

on his knees
to offer his love
to hold her hand
to walk beside her
to look into her eyes
and be

wisdom

wisdom
has seen
everything

nothing new
under the sun,
children growing up
don't know this

they think
surprises can happen,
a flat tire,
a death,
puppy
peeing on the rug

no new thought

wisdom has been there first,
seen
the outcome,

holds the perspective
of what going down that road means

it's been done
1000x1000 times before

she also knows the road less traveled

denial is to pretend
you aren't wise
and don't know this

it's a lie
about a lie

if you try emptiness
one more time,
you will come out full

you know
this isn't so,
Child

imagine

imagine  (a state of mind)

where all things are possible

and no one
is ever
hurt

nothing too good
to be true

"sometimes i've believed
as many as six impossible things
before breakfast." (Lewis Carroll as the queen in Alice in Wonderland)

so natural and fun
as kids

flying like a bird
leaping over mountains
as big as Paul Bunyan

reaching the stars
holding Jupiter in my hand

giants
Lilliputians
mice that talk
talking car/boats
fleas with wisdom

toads and beasts transformed by a single kiss

imagine Joy!
more than you ever dreamed possible

what would you rather do with your time?
is there a better way
to spend time?
a greater purpose?

than ecstasy
friendship
laughter
clarity?

all power in Heaven and earth
all power in Mind
all power now
here
you

nowhere else 
no one else
no how else
no second to wait

simply yours
whenever you want 
what you are,

the Source
of all Joy

whoooeee!

nothing
beats you, Joy

ode to a dirty dish

there is a fold in the cloth,

a misnomer
in the mind

there 's no such thing
as
a dirty dish.

it's supposed to be
 exactly as it is
right now

greasy chicken carcass
scraps of green
scattered grains of rice

you just ate

look!
 at the beauty
of the remains

the story 
of one fed
human being

a dinner provided
easily
kindly
tastily

a bird
flew here
to support you!

she lives as you
now

what need is the hurry
to erase this gift?

this plenty,
of flourishing green leaves,

the sun herself,
in costume,
in juices you can drink

she lives as you 
now

oh divine miracle,
the flow
of each
into the other--
how ever did we
conceive
for a moment
that
"i" am not the sea,
not the earth,
not the leaf,
or the flower?

no,
hurry not
to wash away
this life's gifts

that continue
like a circle
ever to arrive
arrive
arrive

the signs of her
Coming,
the "dirty" dish
is but
altar
to get on my knees
and give thanks
give thanks
give thanks

that wonders
never do cease

and Love
provides
a feast

every moment
every moment
every
moment

how grateful
to have the sign
i've
been
fed...

no more a 'dirty' dish,
but only
a dish
covered
completely
in love....

She
gives

She gives

now
now

now

i never dreamed....

have you ever seen
a rose
come right out of  your mouth?

literally
bloom
fragrance
out on to the loveliness
surrounding you?

looking at you
with bright eyes

and hearts,
mirrors,
these dear...
One Heart

all give back to me
today

12 mirrors
beam back
depth
intimacy
fearlessness
innocence
the impossibility of loss,
trust

he said,
oh! i never dreamed i could paint 
anything
so beautiful!

can you feel it?

how grateful.
 to be  showered 
by the starlight
in my brother's eyes...

the joy
of experiencing
the grace
that flows
continually
everywhere