suicide revisited

he simply reached

the point:

this story

 of body identification

is too painful.

and as Love would have it

She quickly whisked it

away

and it was

a

free

 for

all

:-))))))

happily ever

after the story

chemistry

what is this thing

we call chemistry?

that rises and falls

titillates and swirls

and crashes on the floor

in mind night:

2:35 in the afternoon...

drama queen enters

exploding on to the scene!

oh romeo! oh romeo!

where for art thou, romeo?

and he

off carousing,

gregariously

floating

down the river

with his party hat on!

a flower garden

of damsels in distress

and jokers.

and prince charmings

were expecting?!

oh, girls

oh girls!

check your own chemistry ratings

perhaps your happiness

has nothing to do

with the whether

he comes

or goes

but the temperature

of your very own

heart

gone hot

or cold!

hurray

for the freedom

to check

our own

ratings

and signal to the world

we are on fire

or avalanche patrol!

swing low, sweet chariot

there's probably a good dance going on tonight

come one

come all

wherever you are

on the scale!!!

deep...

what God has joined

cannot be apart.

no wonder

it hurts

to think it so

resolution

resolution

clarity

 of the depth

every sound spoke its

own

voluptuous voice

distinct

shuffling

something....yes   yes   yes

spectacular

to it

then gone

without loss

and another and another and another...

each as brand new

as the first

brand new

no thought of past

in this happening

of birth

of

never before

inkling!

of

life without clouds

without past

without "identity"

just pure

it

all my  life has been waiting

for this

arrival

and in it

no thought of past

or future

just

enjoyment

yes,

in return to depth

every facet of

the jewel

every facet

of one note

its own pure heaven

nothing else exists

the soft spot

treat every single one

like gold

all pain

is Love,

correction

our very own

built in

 bullshit

detector, 

God

do you see 

how there's really 

only one of you?

the one who can tell the difference

between what's loving

and what's confusion...?

balance...

let's take a look over here....

where we never looked before....

the soft

tender center

the sweet spot,

most tender of spaces

nothing there

at all, 

to offend,

to defend,

oh oh oh such spaciousness

such boundless enthusiasm

and compassion

for the martyr,

the extremist,

the one hanging himself,

jumping off the cliff day after day after day

into oblivion

drowning in his  own tears

and thinking it all his brother's doing

or God's

"shit happens!"

oh really?!

are you positive?

maybe you just didn't f**kng notice

that the sun came up 

AGAIN today! 

that there is a stunning view

always

in your mirror...

that that infant

that was just born

is beyond words!

and that shit itself

is the very building block,

the key ingredients,

to this spectacular dream house!

the Soft Center

sees it all

and never shifts

from pure tenderness

hearts 

that simply melt

are no longer

frozen

treat every single one

like

gold

falling in

the river runs deep

she doesn't end

when there is no rain

she doesn't martyr herself

or cringe

nor avoid gravity

she continues but to flow

always

never for a moment

taking her fingers off

any unturned stone

there is no labor involved

she simply connects with all

there is

the story in the headline

makes no difference to her

blood 

spilled

from death 

or birth

is no curse,

no curse,

but nourishment

renewal

vivation

for there can be nothing apart from Her

the river runs deep

it isn't a bridge we need

but a falling in

a falling 

in

with her

this river

can never separate

from the river,

the deepest river,

rushing through you

the One

 River

Mother

Love

love,

joy

bi-wings

under neath that unbearable heartache that reaches to the end of time and beyond

that dark aching cavern deeply fingering into the roots of the beginning

under the ground 

so far under the ground

the beginning of it hidden from sight

but the familiarity is not unseen

no the familiarity

has been with me since 

since

cells?

reaching

back 

to find it

when was i without this....?

when

was there a time i was only

a bright warm sunbeam

from the inside out?

without that ax ratcheted in my craw?

when was there ease..?

a flow without hesi hesi hezi    take it! tion?

stellar biwings

bistrings vibrating melody so freely

it happens entirely in the absence of effort or intention or thought....

like when you are doing the dishes and you notice you are singing...

it just started 

before you even noticed.....

God

con artist

I am not a body.
I am free.

free of all pain,
all sickness,
all tyranny forever

limitless in scope

no edge

nothing i don't include

oh dear one
do you see
the rain
is in everything?

the rain,
the very rain

who can deny this?
every living thing

every
living
thing
made up of rain

3/4 of the earth herself full of rainwater
free falling
cycled through
all of us
in every moment

i rain on you
this breath
this sweat
this peeing

unstoppable
invisible

no different, Love,
the edgeless,
ever blooming

transpiring

trans spiriting

the deepest well
of me,
is you

the inner, 
the outer

no bounds

a body but conspires
to con you,
trickster mind...master image maker...the Original High Definition...
so sharp,
you  con cieve 
that Being,
Love,
could be separate

grass!

"at one
with every aspect
of creation"...

free
like the grass that blows

to just be grass!

to shout it out
green!
and earthy

loving my toes
that live deep underground

never
for anyone
to lay eyes upon,
to comment on,
to compliment...

never
looking for validation--
that i am great grass;
doing a great job
of being green, little girl

oh lordy!
these funny people
who constantly seek affirmation
for being some tiny aspect,
something different and better than (and far smaller than)
the miracle they already are!

a candle, you see,
not aware of its brilliance,
its glow
its warmth
its continually melting quality
its light,
its jewel-like beauty,
colors of orange, violet, blue, gold...
continually transforming
and no delineation of change possible

oh the joy!
just to be the grass!
that i am!

juicy green in spring
stiff and dry in autumn
soft, moist, and dormant under the winter snow

ever connected to all there is (can you imagine....a world ....without grass?!)

all i need pours down upon me
lays underneath me
forever supporting these roots,
feeds me

joyous cleats upon me, yes!

feel
feel
feel it

how absurd to dream

a grass skirt i will one day be...

life
life
life
is now

forever

now!

and so it is...

everything

springs from you

there is

 only 

love

anything seeming else

is just misconstrusion

clouds

that seem

to strangle the sun

but how can a cloud 

ever strangle the sun?

its but the belief 

that the sun,

the whole universe,

reality,

love,

your very nature,

has been wiped out,

is missing

the error feels

like torture,

death

that's the self-correcting nature of God

you get an ,immediate direct

message

a call for correction,

restoration,

a loosening 

of the constricted view

wide open frontier

adventure

unexposed territory: 

rapture

endless

opening

opening

opening

behind every door...

upon door...

upon door...

the view but opens

again

can you imagine

what it looks like

behind

your last mask?

the one that divides you

from your brother?

where there is nothing

but

falling falling falling

in

Love

nothing to hold on to

not one fragment

to grasp...

completely without control...

Love keeps colliding

with Itself

spontaneously

combusting!

love,

Joy

fire hose!

"Birthing"   Acrylic 12x16 Joy Schultz

your nature
is light

light's nature
is to shine

extend
freely

the power of a gushing fire hose!

which way 
will you point it?

do you see the impossibility of lack...in a gushing fire hose?

it's simply
a matter of
where
do you give
all its unending power?

if you give it to the nightmare--
all your energy
all your gifts
all your creativity
all your imagination
all your time...

you see and feel the haunted house!
as real as can be

if 

you give it to gratitude,
there is not one
speck of dust,
one drop,
one hair,
one kiss (given or not given)
one blink,
one breath...
you will not be on your knees
in gratitude for

that's the Kingdom of Heaven

all power in Heaven
and earth
is You

Light
to see
Light

All there is

priceless

You

Watercolor 14x20 Joy Schultz

You
are a window
of light
to the world

Save the date!

Hi Beautiful People,

Just want to let you know I'll be leading the Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center this Sunday at 11am and you are all invited.

And !!!!

I just found out Roxann Burroughs, Byron Katie's daughter, will be coming to Denver, June 21-22 to offer a workshop on The Work: Your Prescription for Happiness. Details are being worked out now.  I really recommend this event and wanted to let you  know so you could save the date. Cost will be $150.

Happy day!
love,
Joy

My salvation comes from me.

Acrylic 18x24 Joy Schultz

magnificence

light and peace (and peaches) and joy
abide in me

images,

symbols,

forever brilliant

the feeling
of pink!

of a leaping dolphin,
that huge "weight"
bursting through the surface of the water,
air, sky,
spray...

slow it down
slow        it                                             down

slow

it


down,

frame.

frame.

frame.


feel the glory!

the magnificence!

of this one instant

feel it

that's what a painting
offers you

claiming the unborn

I am the safety
I seek

located right here
where the denial is

i am the happy cookie
you said was burned

i am the lovely white lace
under the  mud

i am the transparency of glass,
the invisible nature,
without the fingerprints
of "mine'
"my"
"me",
without my "name" upon it

can you really
claim a piece of the river

that flows through "your" property?

how can you
claim
and grasp
what is forever passing through,
what is
forever new?

can you really lay claim
to an idea
prior to it's birth,
waiting to catch it
in a net
and put some kind of label
on it

that  makes a border,
a demarcation?

--this raindrop is me--
and the rest of the water
in the universe
is something else!

what benefit 
can such imagined authority
offer?

the restoration
of what was never separate
to its Entirety
is the safety
a lie can never offer

i am
the Safety
i seek

right here
right now

offer your brother
his oneness with you
and there is
no more danger
to  protect yourself from

Leapfrog!

Joy
writes ItSelf

Love
simply
writes Her Self

no effort

that's how
you know
its Love

no resistance

it simply
cannot be
contained

wills to be shared,
extended

Joy does
leapfrog
over any and all,
there just are
no obstacles...

it's a joy
to vault over
that "rock"

it's put there
for me,
to assist!

that Love can leap even higher

reaching and disappearing 
into the stars

that previously seemed
so far away...

no way!

being the stardust,
of course,
i must be the "fallen star"

not fallen
at all!

stardust remains light ness

reflection,
the beams
connecting Source

no space between,
no gap

what amazing love

a star,
literally,
sitting beside me
on the "sofa"--more stardust--
i sit upon

and as the stars do gather together
in "classroom"/party

it is such a joy
to see Itself
smiling back

how much higher can It get
than to meet Itself
completely exposed,
joined
as One?

Leaping leaping leaping
Love!

painting together...
Joy

let the dragons run wild!

what is
right now
is maximal love

it shows you
what
you are believing

in neon lights
(rather than hidden in the dark basement,
calling haunting threats into your dreams)

let the dragons out of the bag
let the thoughts run wild
one by one across your paper

they are coming for you! (not to eat you alive, but to liberate you from your prison!)

look
as an artist
at each hair and claw

miss nothing
the curve
the edge
the underbelly
that has never seen light

now
its time
has come
to shine the spotlight
onto the unexposed

that anxious little girl behind the curtain,
behind mama's skirt

didn't want to grow up
and leave dependency

mama so big
and safe,
me so needy
comfy in her arms

now
i need a man
a dog
a cat
a fur stole
comfy pillows
new soft sweater
 home cooked meal
warm chewy chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven

comfort me, world!

i would dangle no more beads
before my face

no more hypnotic trance

let this ache
be the reminder
of the mistake,
the correction

point back in
point back in
turn back inside

to where
the Love is

the dawn of Love
within

no more opposite

the lions now
are soft and mellow,
dozing, relaxed, purring
in the great warm sunshine

they've been tended to
and love the grass they lie upon

what is
right now
is maximal love

just try... to be separate

16 candles,

is it true?

upon a "cake",

what's that?

wheat seeds
sprouts
tall grasses blowing in the wind wide open blue sky with airplane buzzing
needs soil
needs rain
needs ocean, clouds
fish

sugar cane
needs a  whole 'nother continent 
a thousand hands
a chopper
a buyer
a seller
a box maker
sugar plant
shoe maker! (and don't forget the panty maker...)
soap
truck driver radio cb
delivers to my store
a car i drive
needs Japan!
and all its people!
just to name a few

in this "bite"

a bite,
really?

or the entire universe?!

even star dust
and gas CO2
the bubbles rising in the batter
oh the electronic currency particles river and boxing into each other unseen,
zipping faster than my eye can dawdle...
what else
is invisible to my eye?!

and if it's invisible
is it true?
can i really know that
because mr. famous said so.
be cause
someone put it in a book, magazine, internet
by "respected by someone else" source

my mom said
she baked the cake

i believed her

and

i took credit for the work of the whole universe
ever since!!!

now that's 
a real hallucinogen

who needs drugs
when i'm already so high up?

mind
twisting
turning
folding (just like origami makes a plain piece of paper into a swan, car, rabbit...)
hiding itself
from Its Self

joking!

just joking, folks!

just jokin' around and around and around the "world"

did i get ya?

take  no thought seriously....

it's one tiny particle

in the endless expanse,

endless x pants

of what is,

a crumb,

or all of it?

what would you  have today, mam?

Joy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...................................        .           .          ...         .

playfulness bends aand stretches and absolutely laughs her head off  (her body off.....)

merry merry now depth opennnnnninggggg........mirror mates!

a see of God

floating rocks!

can it be?

it isn't gravity,
but thought
that holds
that rock
"in place"

it isn't gravity at all
that moves
the pointer on the scale

it is but thoughts
that move the hand
that puts "food"
into a"mouth"
and insist
a "body"
is your limit

see the edges of the frame
soften
blur a bit
as the hand reaches out of the frame!
against all laws of seriousness

she slathers her "enemy"
in a bubble bath!

i will your happiness,
your floatility,
fertile joyous laughter,
to be
 without a hint
of doubt

booster club of Your Will,
mine,
Ours

Can rocks fall upward?!
uplifted?

what a world this could be!...is....
yes,
where sand swirls and whirls up and around
in circles
without a finger

cliffs  rise up

mountains do rise
out of the earth
and elevate
the view

what rock
has settled,
what tiny pebble
seems heavy
and immovable
in your mind?

there is
nothing
Lightness
cannot
make light of....

floating rocks...
a see of God




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

you can't cancel God

everything
is maximal goodness--
on a platter!

this day i offer you
the sky
the sun
the airplane
this neighbor
this moment

to love
with all your heart

truly
what would you rather do?
is there anything that feels better?

what a gift
to be with me
this day

to hold a class,
be the student,
of Self

here
where all the Universe
resides

visit

Cause


sit
 with Her
Radiance

oh hilarity
that there could be
any thought of stress
around a "change of plans"
in the world

a "cancellation!"

laughing out loud

you can't cancel God!

God is here
shows up to every event
and staying at home

Being You

you bring it all--
audience and performer,

God being both

the Stillness within
wills to be Yours today

to be prevalent
to permeate
the undulations
and release the clenching jaw
hand
picture

a cancellation,
a string cut,
one more time,
that the experience of 
Wholeness
be denied
no more

there is no real
choice

it's just a simple realization
of what is already true

Your Nature
is Love

you know this
beCause
nothing feels better

ever

wonder land

how can you have 

a sense of wonder,

the wonder

of it all,

of the thing right in front of your face

mystery

bigger than my mind...

when you (think) 

 you already know....all wrapped up and framed in an old frame?

wonder

holds 

no

frame

no frame

at all

wonder,

forgetting

everything

i ever knew...(frames)

open

really  open

what is,

without "my past"?