are you sure?

the edge of the universe....

are you sure
it stops there?

your land
your house
your money

are you sure
you own that grass?

it dies,
where does it go?

no more "yours"

prior to birth--
is it really born into slavery, master?

are they really
your thoughts?

coming from what ingredients?

you don't even know...

how can you claim it yours?

passing by the window
you call that body yours!

hah! just watch it die now

if its really yours
how come you can't keep it?
how come it can go--
disappear--
right now?!

how come it doesn't do what you tell it to?

how come its not under your control?

how come...
how did it come

to be?

no idea
at all

i just know it's mine now

ha ha ha ha ha

what else do you "know"

are you sure
that's the edge
of the Universe...

what if "you" don't exist
at all?

and the land is the land is the land is the ....
without the name "you" gave it....

...
...
...

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......................

and the body...

...

and

every thing....

without "your" name
upon it...

sublime

sublime

breathless

leaves shimmer
flutter
glowing
ripples of light
shattering
scattering
across the nameless
miraculous

transparency by day
opaque by night

iluminata
sonata
of peaks and lapses
it seems
but that would mean
i left...

and entered
a  manu factory
where plastic trees
are worshipped
as the real thing

and eating plastic bananas
day after day after day
leaves one very very hungry

swing low brother me

jump off the words,
set down that "thought"
for just an instant

and see what you aren't
and never were

as isn't

without the car
the motor is still running

and the car never did
run on gasoline

too big for your eyes to see...

nothing you see with your eyes
makes a bit
of difference

(and the crowd  wants to slay me...perhaps :-)--for I can find in it also, the priceless mirror...
yet...remember but this...

You
are the looker

Look not to the gas pump
inserted into your car

Look only to the Gas Pump
that is the Source of What You Are

the underground Source,
the River
of Fire

rest in the
Giant...the  Mountain...

rest
in What is Too Big for your eyes to see
and so far prior to your "birthday"

rest in the Heavens

watching  the little blue ball rolling rolling rolling...

and reMain the Hugeness You Are


forget not,
You are the Looker
at the tiny dot,
not the period
itself

herein is All Freedom,
all inclusivity

all hairs on seven billion heads,
mine

and the dearest appreciation,
without labeling a one,

never seen yet,
for there is no moment repeated

and this one,
i don't know a thing

limitless
awareness

without guilt

Without the weight
of guilt,
gravity,
pressure

there's nothing
to hold the "body" together,
to "earth" it

like in the vacuum of space,
endless
lack of resistance

void

don't know

void of "knowing"

and prior
to this...
?

beyond mind,
thought
of time and space

prior to the breakup of the family
prior to the build up of the family

what goes up
must come down

a picture paints 1000 words
and they too
are but to witness
"i" exist

what never existed
cannot leave

the war is over
beCause
there has never been
an enemy

you and horsefly :-)

looking through the tulips

You
shine back at you

You,
everywhere you look

You,
just waiting for you

You, sweetheart--
that "tree bark"

You, sweetheart,
the murmur you hear
in the distance
when you are very quiet

You, sweetheart,
that bold, blazing red
Corvette

You, sweetheart,
the con-crete detail,
the fly,
the wasp,
the ant,
the grasshopper perched
under the ledge on the brick wall
in 90 degrees,
flavorful mint leaves freshly picked

inward,
my soul,

yes, inward
this space
ever new

nameless

unnameable

All things are given you.

no effort on "your" part
in creation

no "you" in the Creator

watch all lines,
all borders,
all delineations
fade

simply can't be found

to fear,

brazen horsefly and i
are one :-)

and so it is