Sunday, August 4 Rocky Mountain Miracle Center

Hi All,
I'll be leading the Gathering at RMMC
August, 4 11:00am.
I would  love to see you there.

Love, Joy

feel the wide openness

ponder
the Source
of Your Heart

this
is the Will
you share

this
is the fullness
of Life
we are parched for

ponder
the Source
of Love,
and it's presence is  made known to you,
floods in

tears come with floods
sobs come with floods

memories
of its reality,

memories of your reality,
throughout all of your existence
show themselves to you

and all the words you've heard so many times
now become reality for you,
no longer words,
but word-less

ponder its authenticity
its generosity
its steady unshifting Openness

feel the wide openness

so wide open
the entire world
is but a speck in its endless vast openness

and all things that crawl through,
lions,
tigers,
babies...
do all they do
and all the doors stay wide open
wide open
wide wide open

ponder the Source of Your Heart
and you but witness your True Nature

the Source of such unbridled love,
that Wills the highest for all,
that Wills you be whole,
that Witnesses the gentle presence,
the stillness

the Source
of your Will
must be the One Who gave It to You,
must be Your Identity,
this Inner Compass,
this Homing Device

ponder the Source
of Your Heart

next time you are pondering
a destination for your next "vacation",
a tv show,
some kind of "more" excitement...

remember
there is no where on earth
that will give you
the garden
of Your Source

and
no place you cannot take it

feel the wide openness
of Your Source

The Source of your Heart...

the door is between the words,
not the words themselves

the backdrop,
the Origin

where do they come from?
out of nothing

timeless
spaceless
invisible

out of thin air, we say...

very thin,
prior to "air"

masquerade ball

I thought I was a word!!!

oh oh oh my...
a word,
many words....

today
the cumbustion of words
igniting
smoke, fumes, flames arise

fireworks!

fooled,
tricked

worshipping the sparks themselves...

but isn't the real God,
the real awe
belong to
the Origin?

where oh where did they come from?

fireworks appear out of nothing
and we are enamored  by the snap, crackle, pop

but Who is this anonymous invisible Inventor?

we say it doesn't exist
because we can't see it

and it seems like it doesn't,
in comparison to images
of fireworks...

but is it true?

Doesn't it have to have a Source?

and what Power  must lie there?

we worship a trillion images today,
everywhere,
video addicted

but Love, oh Love!
dear Heart that still resides
at Your Very Center,

What but Infinite Love (beyond words Herself)
could create "a tree"?

and you
and me...

all made of the same basic stuff

water, soil, sun, air

ponder Love,

the Source 
of Your Heart......

be not fooled by  magic

you are not a body,

you
are
free...

far far far beyond any fireworks this world can dazzle

empty body... so full

Take off your body skin
just for a moment....

let those stars go a wandering out into the sea of hearts

unwrap the Divine
lava

the border
that seems
to take infinite spaciousness
and divide it up into
separate things

making infinity finite

take off the wooden slats,
the tiles on the roof

outgoing
ex t  e   n    s     i     o       n
in dwelling
in visible

wordless
no thing

no resistance at all

how no thing
can you imagine?

no "where" to go?

this un-ness

without a body

the tweedle starts to hum,
the motor visitates,
emerging
out of the void

thriving
shining
hup hupping
bumpety gonging

the shimmering in the moonlight
quakes hearts

and in the morning...

no thing
dear one

oh yes, precious no thing

empty baskets are so light to carry
and so very very full

it's free for everyone to give away
and give away and give away
and all ways
no thing     no  thing           no thing
rings

true

Website born!

Hi Friends, Family and Angels,

I am very happy to tell you that I have just finished building and launching my brand new website as a Certified Facilitator of The Work of Byron Katie.

www.joyofthework.com

I would love for you to visit,
share any feedback you have,
and pass it along to anyone else
you think might be interested.

Wishing you joy and sanity :-)

Love, Joy

Ocean spray

the Ocean

pouring through

a tiny pin hole


such power!
such force!

you!

all of Heaven
coming through
"your" words,
sparkle in "your" eye,
every nuance of expression,

even that glistening tear drop.

Isn't it the same
as the dew drop
at the crack of dawn
laying on the fuchsia petal
in the middle of the woods?

such beauty
coming even as "sadness"

witch hazel,
broomsticks,
just grass and trees

the Infinite pouring through
each "finger"

touch me,
please

"all that i touch takes on a shining light that blesses and heals." (acim)

remember,
every thing
you touch,

every one
is
God

how very holy


Just how
would you
touch
God
today?

the Ocean
keeps coming
and coming
and coming
and never ever stops....

ever

laughing

 a bar across the sun!

are you kidding?!@

the Sun!
imprisoned,

just tell me dear miser,
miserable thought,

how
in hell
you are going to contain the Sun,
keep its beams
from shining through the cracks,
the spaces

it can
only
be humorous

incredible (yes, unbelievable)

proof of completely ridiculous thinking

a clear picture of the futility of the attempt

oh yes,
let's have a lockdown   LOL

i'm sure the Sun can be completely obliterated

dear one, can you see
such a fly-by-night idea
has
NO
possible validity?

nothing
but complete
jest

pirates

Silence is golden.

You are Self contained.

Every one-liner you will ever hear from anyone
is within you.

There is nothing different "out there".

You are the Universe.

Go in, 
for "more"

to see the blocks
that block Joy

Know thy Self

Self Discovery

Adventure on the High Seas--Pirates!

where do you imagine you being pirated?
where is the flag of skull and crossbones flying?
where is Johnny Depp's charismatic face and sparkle and accent
got you convinced
brainwashed
imprisoned
threatened with frightful images?
What is the desert island you can't escape from?
hands and feet bound?

that you might live alone
in sadness,
fed poisoned milk in the baby's bottle

drink in the lie no more!

You don't scare me anymore, Johnny.
Thank you for sharing your entire existence with me.

Now I see the "bully" is but a cover
for self hatred
fear
littleness,
having to take by force
in a cruel world

A lone ness,
Loneliness,
becomes solitude

cow
grazing
all afternoon,
dawn to dusk,
in the meadow
of wild flowers,
planted all by themselves...

no where to go,
nothing i need
to do,
as far as the eye can see
fresh juicy green grass

the afternoon is very still
big deep eyes
a soft swish of tail
tall grasses  gently  breezing

the barn remains where it always is,
the sun penetrates  every vertebrae,
 cars whiz by

the scent of yucca
lilac and juniper
are thick
and melt into me

marinating
every cell

no pirate can possibly
effect one cell
of such complete saturation

silence
remains
golden

from here i can enjoy the show--
even the sparkling of silver swords clanking in the moonlight,
and there is no fear
at all

teddy(polyester) just can't do it...

Holiness is clarity

unraveling edges
threads
of a cloth
isn't difficult

when you want it

but who will cut up their blanket
when they think it keeps them warm?

who will cut up the beautiful silk scarf
they think adds to their beauty?

who will cut up the snowy white linen table cloth
they think is needed for their thanksgiving feast?

none of us
will allow
even one thread
to be removed

from our precious teddy bear.

babies, we

yet how long can you believe
a teddy bear
can really give your safety,
comfort,
pleasure?

that another body
holds your answers,
your truth,
your wisdom,
your clarity,
your Holiness

time will tell

it's not difficult
to unravel your beliefs
when you see
they are impossible

no amount of money in the world
no amount of love from another person
can give you
what you already are

no belief
necessary
for truth

just the unraveling
of anything
to the contrary

hold onto nothing,
see what is,
prior
to the k(not)
the fold
the kink

prior to "thread" itself,

no direction
at all

just "being"

isn't difficult
at all

polyester or you?

how difficult is this?

unlocked

tree, what would you teach me?

unlocked...

beyond description--

each leaf on the branch.
 a different angle to the sun
 a different position
a different dance in the breeze
a differnt shape
and color,
each in a different relationship
to the other
in space
in time
this way and that and that and that  and that...

half overlapped in the shade,
supporting a "parasite" or not

every condition/expression possible...

so I
am all of it

there is no perfect 
one position

childhood, youth, maturity,
married, single, divorced
rich, poor, middle-class,
alone or together,
"broken" leg or whole

there is no position,
no condition
better than the rest

every nuance
is yours

to circle any one tiny moment/position
and label it desirable
is hell--

to exclude all possibilities,
the infinite range,
the endless unknowable scope
that you are--

take off
the locked in position

and all of creation
can be returned to your awareness

how uncomfortable
to keep your arm in one position
even for a few minutes...

so your mind
naturally lives,
thrives
when allowed full range of motion...

full
ever expanding
far far beyond ..."this"

let her go....

take off the leash!

you are

free

Love isn't a solid

you
are a spring
of fresh clear water

washing clean
where blackness
has blinded

a spring of fresh  clear water
dissolving all solids
all masks
all ways

hold on to nothing
because there is nothing solid
to hold on to

invisible is what you are
without a body

ideas
are invisible

can never be destroyed
or altered in any way

the unseen is the blazing--
Love isn't a solid!

yet She runs like wildfire
through all that is

you
are a spring
of fresh clear water

completely formless
ungraspable
yet running through your very own veins

expired
inspired
uplifted
continually sprung

completely out of your control

not one blink
under your authority

a vessel of pure generosity

see yourself inside a flower
growing
watching
marveling
as one more voluptuous!   magenta!    petal!
timelessly
u -n-f-u-r-l-s ...
in the morning light

pure grace

the syllable
falling
off your lips
dripping into your own ear...

that car engine...purring....

watch,
the snap,
krackle,
pop!

without a past...
pop!

it all just appeared!

you
are
a spring
of fresh
clear
water...

so grateful,
so amazing...
so curious...