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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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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

bigger than the sun and bigger...

mouth open
jaw dropped
she stood in her tracks
motionless

the world dropped away

dis integrated...no longer held any sense...

only Love remained,

sensical...holding any possibility of Happiness

of course, of course
the little pups
are so ok

no matter
they "die" in war,
or cry in their billfold,
or strive in every  moment of invented time
that they might travel around town
in a shiny new car...

the Swelling of the Heart
continues
continues
continues
all ways

there is nothing to worry about

tis true they sleep,
yet the morning always here

the scaffolding  of mirage
so strange

trying to tack up a dark cloth
to prove
darkness is law

Smiling Mother
still holds you in her Hand

lilliputian thought, quaint

such a speck of sand and less
in the great wind of Love

whirling through mind
completely carried
completely exposed
completely harmless

in this wide open
endless
dawning

put Your Heart up in the Sky
as big as the sun
and bigger,
bigger yet
and bigger still...

til nothing else exists
at all

just Your Heart,
the entire Universe

no weeping willows at all
except to offer quiet rest
in gentle breeze
beyond all the words of the world,
the curtain that never was

yes, yes, dear,
the Space
between the words

the space

between         the       words


mouth open
jaw dropped

she stood in her tracks

motionless

the end of time,
being timeless

the world dropped away...

only Love
re  mained

for
ever

invisible already
there is no way
it could be
destroyed




Friday, February 22, 2013

only gratitude quenches

my
gratitude
waters me,
quenches
my thirst

is the antidote
to lack
deprivation
neediness

blind to what i am,
in denial of what is,
a graveyard
haunts me

right where
life is lush
and blooming

violets
lilies of the valley
petunias
heavy in the air
wash my face
meet me
greet me
with every breath

yet the ungrateful
lay parched on the desert floor
watching strangers
pass them by,
hoarding every last drop
of their precious water
for themselves

it is not so, dear one,

only the ungrateful 
could hallucinate so

the moment
i give thanks
is everything
every where
returned to me,
gifts
given
opening
and opening
and opening

without my thanks,
there is nothing
to appreciate

let creation be enough...she roars!

there is
 another way
 of looking

 at the world

without the radio announcer

stillness
pristine
fingerprintless
virgin


effortlessness
of
creation

all is,
comes to pass
without a speck
of "my" effort

the mystery,
miracle,
of each new "cell",
life
continuously creating creating creating...

cars drive up
cars drive away
It responds,
something
seems to be going on--
streaming

perception/thinking
falls apart
crumbles
dust
poof!

no truth in it
no support
when questioned

Something behind it

prior to "cell",
naming of "it",
per ceiving,
per saying

miraculous conception

Absolute Grace

prior to taking for granted
"it's a cell"

say what ye must
and so be your world/belief/experience

yet hold your tongue
a moment, Grandfather

let the Child remain,
revel,
in the state of wonder

in Love
with the "kitten"
she met
for the very first time

such heaven
delight
adventure
curiosity
playfulness
surprise
laughter
wholly natural
wholly effortless

skitter, plop, crash,
pounce, up in the air,
soft warm furry ball

oh divine Mystery,
Provider of all that is!

say no more,
old man,
let the birth 
be enough;
there is nothing you can add
to the miracle,

nor take away!

She
lives you

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

the blank white wall

looking at the bare white wall
it's all there

the ocean splashing rolling crashing

the bearded fellow
maiden woman form

a picture is worth 1000 words

to describe it is tedious
who can tell you about the ocean spray
and her hair
and all the action

in an instant

i see 
how it all happened at once

and it was nothing at all

i see the visions clear as day on the wall
and yet
the wall is blank

no more sophomoric arrogance

nothing and everything are one

a rainbow of coins buys nothing at all
and at the end of the rainbow 
nothing has changed

every thought is available in the mind
every story
comes through us
like a salt shaker

of course! we understand each other

salt is salt

pretending not to get it,
thinking my thoughts 
are mine alone
is like
claiming water
to be personal

the image on the wall in front of me
is your face 

and i did not create it

there is just one story book 
we're all being fed

the characters known
by every one of us

the Radiant Captain
is having a ball

feel the wind on your face!

this is all here
for your joy!


missing the point

dialing up love today

Operator, God
Source
Cause of all that is
O for Origin,
prior to "i"

the resting waters
the stillness
remains level
across the board

no less     no more
any where

operating perfectly
evenly
constant

mix master
thinks
the point is the head of the nail
and while heaving voraciously
cannot
get
the head of the nail
to go into the wood!!!

the point is missed
every time

and so tired
we are
of missing it--
being just too tiny
to be useful,
to function
as the head

oh great hammer!
keeps slamming
away

calls for much resting
at the end of the day

1/3 of "life"
spent resting from weary making...
funny, indeed

oh so happy ending!
just turn the nail around,
sweet Child

the Answer is always
in your hands

such ease
and grace

when you rest your mind
and common sense,
reality,
is so clear

you can't miss it!


Friday, February 8, 2013

lost and found

Celebrate!
no one misses me!

what more could i truly want?!

beautiful model,
bird bath
birth bath
splashing
playful mind

all inclusive
every one of us,
every single one of us,
rich--
no pauper,
no such thing as homeless,
 on the street

man in rage and rags and drunk, smelling old unshaven stained,
me

my very self--
have you never had a moment of drunkenness?
of unkempt feeling?
of anger?

the Crystal Crown,
Sanity,
resides here, too,
in this sour smelling abode

the stars remain
radiant,
the same stars of  Heart,
the OneHeartWeShare,
every blade of grass, too,
as blessed,
as necessary,
as gifted

where else can my heart
lay its eyes
and see itself?

only here
only there
only every where

rain drop
dust particle
your very eye

your very eye
in the mirror
of the terrorist

the terrroist
you play, too,
at times

a terror to your Self,
throwing up and back and onto the floor
all the Love!
this derelict offers you:

come Home, Love
come Home, Love
i am Here

look no further
than your "enemy"

where else could
Heaven possibly be
re-stored to your awareness?

celebrate!
no one misses me!
for i
am missing 
from no one

nor "they"
from "me"

amen.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

surging

I am God's Will,
Unified Will

imagining something else going on,
that legs can dangle out car windows
on the magic carpet ride

whisked
carried
through tears of joy

the sun's warmth
radiance
hair flying
all on board
above the game board,
players, pieces,
not so

Unified Will,
all going in One Direction

all supporting all
every tiniest unseenity
Love to the nth degree

graduation
but the end of "graduation"--
any degrees
or differences

Unified Will
blows
"me"
away

Power beyond
 imagination

Will beyond
all courts/thoughts
 of right
and wrong,
villains,
punishment,
determent
and internment

Joy is surging!
surging
surging!

the uprising
of the Heart!

brings everything with Her,
nothing
left behind...

no matter
any "underground perversions",
twisted cyclops

the upward rising
of the Heart
is

Unified Will

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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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