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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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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

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--
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....



and the body...



every thing....

without "your" name
upon it...




leaves shimmer
ripples of light
across the nameless

transparency by day
opaque by night

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

Monday, August 12, 2013

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...

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...

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

herein is All Freedom,
all inclusivity

all hairs on seven billion heads,

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


Saturday, August 10, 2013

without guilt

Without the weight
of guilt,

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

like in the vacuum of space,
lack of resistance


don't know

void of "knowing"

and prior
to this...

beyond mind,
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
there has never been
an enemy

Thursday, August 8, 2013

you and horsefly :-)

looking through the tulips

shine back at you

everywhere you look

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

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

my soul,

yes, inward
this space
ever new



All things are given you.

no effort on "your" part
in creation

no "you" in the Creator

watch all lines,
all borders,
all delineations

simply can't be found

to fear,

brazen horsefly and i
are one :-)

and so it is

About Me

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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 for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information


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