Surprise! Surprise!

every name a word for God

1,000 names for Joy

every word, every thing...God

human design

infinitude

infinite words to describe the infinite

without light

you can't see any of it

not one stone

there must be some light

some where

behind?

within?

in this (now),

the only possible

place/time to see

if it exists at all

it must be here now

without a name,

(past,

prior knowledge

concepts)

let go of all names

and the Unity is obvious

my Heart right outside the window!

so i can see it

my Heart, right in my brother's

words

eyes

touch

shoes

Course

notebook

oh Heart oh Heart!

that surrounds

Surprise! Surprise!  I live inside you!

forever encased

in supply

love

forever wombed

Oh Heart

Oh green leafy Heart

throb

branching

everywhere

connected

veins

pathways

circulating

would you reject your very own Heart?!

the very beat, words, he says?

would you miss the whisper

the laughter 

of your very own Heart

Hand

Touch?

its you "out there"

you, that comfy home

where your neighbors sleep

that kitchen

that supermarket

oh, the rain of Heart

how sweet the tears

that wash and clear

and quench our thirst

for our very own

Heart!

every  name

a word

for Heart!

hiking through Joy

there's an inner landscape

just like out there

emotional gravel,
cool damp caves
with water trickling down,
there's moss
and marsh

just like music
there's thunder
and lightening sometimes
that shocks you
and wakes you up
in the middle of the night,
the sound of rain drenching your roof

it's just like that.
i didn't know

mom taught me to be sunny
sunny
sunny

i failed
to be sunny
year round
24/7

you know, sometimes
night just happens,
mom,
teacher,
partner

sometimes there's barely a crescent,
though it never disappears completely

sometimes there's actually a harvest!
and all the corn comes in
and we feast on fresh corn on the cob
and peaches
for two weeks...

but even that gets old
and a new landscape
arrives just in time

for a long time
i dreaded the depth of the ocean.
i thought it was the end of the world,
the land of no return

i'm so glad to finally see
it's all
just me

it's all
just me

Hello, Joy

Feel the Texture
just feel the landscape

on this stroll...
this inner hike through the gorge

thanks, Mama

without a name

without a name...(looking at "chair", "rug", "blanket", "sofa", "plant"....)

Service
Love
Support
Amazing Grace

graced
by what i've been "missing"
from my awareness

presence

absolutely graced
by assistance

so interconnected
"a pair of glasses"
we say
oh so much more
SO MUCH more

Divinity
unflagging

gravitationless pulse
im pulsing

ex plosion
 of
life!

laughter
shakes it up
all ways

the down up
the up town
the north west
and best of all

no body cares
if her dress flew off
over her head
and reached up
into the sky
passing the sun,
the clouds,
the moon

the flying ruffles,
faces looking up from their work, efforting,
to marvel
at the breaking of all laws
they thought kept their belts
buckled reliably
and comfortably

only now
to see the brazen red fluff
on her own
above it all
outside all confines

freely be tossed
about
to where ever she is carried

no strings tied
no speck of atmosphere
off limits

thank you, doris (why not, doris?)
for your complete abandon
of all laws
of gravity

i love you/me

:-))))
fly, peeps, fly!
just notice,
you are

You are an American. Is it true?

This is the link to Byron Katie's September Newsletter.
There is a powerful video of Katie doing The Work with a "Palestinian" who has been suffering so much he is suicidal. Really worth watching.

You are a Palestinian. Is it true?

http://www.thework.com/nl_september2013.html?source=nlem201309vid1#new-videos

oh, to be wrong!

I want to be wrong!

wrong!
 about limits
wrong!
 about smallness
wrong!
 about time
wrong!
 about separation

and the whole whirled
melts into me

borders dissolve
boundaries disappear

your face is mine
your eyes
your heart
connection,
bridge,
no gap

i see you roll in like an ocean wave
on to the shore

i want to be wrong!
and all my friends return

the Son shines brighter

I want to be wrong!
about my mother being an adult
and see but the innocent child
she still is
and so my innocence is returned

I want to be wrong!
about air  pollution
and see there is no problem ever
but a belief
that "i am small and separate
and cannot afford clean air"

it's just a "thought"

oh so blessed
so very blessed
to be wrong
and clear the way
for what is unbelievable
to the "believer"

warm oranges

spaciousness

warm oranges still hanging on the branch
something so right
so fresh

it won't "keep" another instant
it's not meant to

here's another 
brand new
breeze

a whiff 
of fresh cut grass
exploding caps
on the sidewalk
with a hammer

gunpowder

daddy long legs
can't hold still forever

why would i?

frozen

Integrity is the fire
that burns through all else

releases back to carbon
the fallen leaves

back to source
back to elements
back to no thing

how beautiful to dissolve
to watch,
experience,
the dissolution
of a once hardened
position,
condition

i couldn't see you
from over there,
Father

with eye cast down
i could not see the Son

could not see the far shore,
waving hands,
smiling faces

i couldn't see you, Father
with my crooked neck
locked to the left

and being right,
handed

right hand man of "god"

i completely missed
my soft kindness
nestled just to the left,
just a bit higher,
just even a bit lower

Oh Father,
i am so sorry.
i missed you,
being stuck
looking looking looking outside

i missed seeing you
right here
now

This Sunday...

I'll be leading the 11am Gathering at The Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. Would love to see you there.  Love, Joy

birthed now

there is no need to try and swim

do you really think you can beat the current
or
be left
behind?

laying on your back,
upheld,
floating
on the surface

no steering wheel

nothing between
you and God

no separate "brain"
you are not smarter than the stars
nor the rocks
nor the fish

the Force that created you
is still creating you

you are only ever
being born
now

Mother is providing
Mother is moving you

where are you sourced from right now?
holds the answer to every problem
you think you might have

every problem you think you might have
is sourced by
forgetting
where you are sourced from

there is no need to try
and swim

lay back
and notice
The Current

Integrity

all,
fingers of One Hand,

God has provided
Integrity

we know
under it all

under the mountain of laundry,
under the sea of wasted time.
under the squashed hallways
and narrowed vision

no one needs eyes
to see

no one needs a nose
to love

no  one needs hands
to gently caress

no one needs words
to communicate

brother,
the light remains.

no one needs money
to provide,

being
the provision.

no one needs a body
to maintain
God exists,
that Love emPowers

God
has provided
Integrity

we know

under it all

even all this--
hasn't silenced
The Call

they are at your gate

arrival

step forward
to the gate of departure
from the old face

the guests have arrived

they have been waiting
for so long
for just this moment
of
no mask

they need to see
what it is

that they too can see
it is not fear
under the mask,
but freedom

heart
underneath
all those outfits

my goodness,
isn't it heavy to wear a whole closet full of clothes?

no wonder its hard to move, to shift, to breathe
anything really fresh

all those strings,
spider web

they are here now
at your gate

right in your eye

the mask can't cover everything

the window remains
forever transparent
that light can travel freely
all ways

eyes
open or shut
light remains streaming

they are at your gate
now

Grace Avenue

Without the "future"...

Grace Avenue

She rocks me

waves of asphalt
undulating

flexible--
the once hardened,
crystalized

now
reyouthed

juvenile playfulness
holds nothing to its form

crayons melt on lightbulbs,
don't  you know?

and bring brilliant colors,
solid into liquid,

transformation is normal

crusty earth into mudpies,
sandcastles built up all day long
only to be stomped and jumped upon joyfully
into ditches and waterways

in one wave,
melting all,
as the tide comes in

comes in, comes in
as it does

just like thoughts
and feelings feelings feelings
only to go,
you see,

ask any child

tears come and go
as the sun and moon follow each other
round and round and round
up and down and down
and up
goes the street, the scraper
to fall

it must
you know

the Way
The Way
the way
transformation is normal

holding on to any thing
is like trying to put brakes on the earth,
Child,
take your flagpole out of the ground
lift up your heels

and watch, honey,
as your skin
sheds itself

something
wonder full
is happening
happening

hap pen ing

Grace Avenue,

without a "future"
i ride
this
"moment"
a rising

what is
it?

Just try...to be separate, honey...

connection rolls in
flows in
waves
escondering high high higher up
to the atom most sphere...

the height,
epitome

pauses but for aninstant
to f a  l    l

cascading

crashing into itself

exploding
spray

to land...

where?

but onto,
into,
itself

no fear
no fear
no fear,
dear

there is only you, only You
to crash into
to be up against
the wall
of you

it falls
in the crash

right there
upon meeting
upon impact

you meet you
and see

yes, see
you've never ever left

Safe at last
just to see

there is no way
you can ever
leave your Self

Spray! it,
sisters and bros,
Sing it out
loud and clear

there is no way
anyone
any where
any time
can leave
Home!

even a dark stormy drenching mud sliding gushing flooded night in the movie theater
is held
in Love's warm motherly Hand

sweet dreams, baby...

i love you
and the whole world is but
an echo
o
o
o...

Let it take you!

Father,

let this child's play be done...

tears

streaming
but to melt the paved cemented road

of hardness
unmoving
determination
to follow the past
road

in to the Sky!

where freedom is not cemented
into place

making obstacles
for thoughts that stream

clouds are not hindered
by bridges
nor towers
no matter
how high,
no matter how big
the lie

have you noticed
dissipation
precipitation
condensation

when cold meets warm?

the ancient tear,
as warm melts
the iced,
the frozen
heart
to beat
again

that the flow may
bring in the new,
carry out the old

wash through
wash through
washing through,
the Ocean,
of Wisdom

never ending
Creation

the flooding of the ancient Nile
but delivering nourishment
to every cell

no grain of sand
left outside
the Ocean,
the Ocean,
of Nourishment

how much Joy
are you willing
to experience?

let the Flood
take you!

break you!

and spit you out,
ground off edges
freshly exposed
lacy center

landing in a land unseen

without a past
without a face

just bare
naked
beating
Heart...

Teleclass: Ending The War on Death

Hi Friends,

At the end of August 9 years ago, my son Aaron killed himself.
The painting below was done as the crumbling walls of the old Joy allowed something truer to be revealed. 

Aaron was born on September 8, and it's quite a gift to me that I am just now giving birth to a brand new teleclass 

available to anyone on the globe

called Ending The War on Death.

Six 90 minute sessions starting in November. 

You can choose either Tuesday evening or Friday morning (Denver time).

Please visit http://www.joyofthework.com/services.html 

for more information or to register.

Let those whose broken hearts, and black empty holes weigh them so heavily down to earth, the cross, the death of themselves, hear this invitation. I know your pain. I am here for you. You are not alone. There is a Way through this. And there is no hurry.

The gifts are right here in this very spot. You cannot get any closer.

Many people said to me, they could not imagine what it was like for me. 

I am not afraid to be with you in it.
I don't need you to budge an inch.
You are everything you will ever be or have right now.

One of the things I really got at my lowest point was that no one else

could ever say or do anything that would make me feel better.

And after that a miracle occurred and I really experienced for myself

that I am not the black hole that is empty,
but the black hole that is full, infinitely full--
Mysteriously overflowing and I'm not doing it.
It's just what I am.

I am truly and deeply grateful as I continue to open and be undone.

There's something about this painting that so moves me. I don't have the words.
Let me thank the Universe publicly again.
Children never die.
As Byron Katie says, "No one can ever leave me. It is not possible." Amen.

All that's left when the lies are undone, is gratitude.
Tearful, heartful, from the depth of my soul, Gratitude.

Please share this with anyone you know who you think might benefit.

Blessings and gratitude,

Joy

303.797.2725

Radiance (Pastel and watercolor)

sticky

weather report:

crumpled tangled wire

meteor shower

damned if you do,
damned it you don't...

can you just watch it?

as the partials spiral through
catching but a glimpse of each shiny edge

flashing red sign,
 alarm squealing

DO THIS!!!

DO THIS!!!

can you just stand there

and watch it?

yes.

 this morning
in the shower
 i can.

i see it's just a sign
i see it's so ancient
i see it's just telling me to repeat the past!

i see it can't even think
i see it's just mechanical
i see it has a very limited vocabulary
and repertoire

the alarm grows quieter
the flashing lights are just that

i see this instruction
has never brought me
Home

Do this and this and this...
and it doesn't even care if it contradicts
itself

that's where the tangle
the crankiness
the shouldn't have stay up so late...
can't do it all....
loss is guaranteed thick sticky humidity feels
uncircumventable

sticky is Sticky
until a

slow down

brings it to a

Stand. Still.

watching a lightning bolt
is really quite amazing

it's all really just trying to do its best,
its job

All that Power in just one instant!

that's You

"all power in Heaven and earth is you" (acim)

ALL of it.

isn't it really quiet amazing
there's a "meteor shower" in your mind?

aren't you just a bit curious?

where are you?

circus performers!

watch them leap!

high wire trapezius

swings throuuuuughhh
right into the clear space

steals the show!

ring leader
of the fire and hoops

stunts!
grabbing your attention
pounding your heart

all the while

you are just sitting still

on a bench
made of a beautiful tree

or aluminum someone dug out of the earth
and made
just for you, this day, this hour, this moment

under the shelter
of a tent

surrounded by 50,000 hearts,
100,000 hands
for holding
for hugging


in the moment of the flashing siren...

You don't exist

"How easily are guilt and God confused
by those who know not
what their thoughts can do." (acim L197, p.377.2 wb)

baby

it's an attitude

space

open

not closed
past
done
defined
conceptualized....

mind is a holder
a boxer
it can't conceive of now

never before (zero past--to hold)

What is so much bigger than it
what is continually increasing in scope

what is un done

Spirit,
 so much bigger than the mind--
here to do little tasks,

not run the show
not the Inspiration
not the LifeForcePowerWaveUnstoppableUnstartable
Magnitude inous
Is-ing

servant of It,
but NOT the whole Banana

earwax is part of the whole, too,
but i don't worship it

it's the baby,
not the Father

attitude of baby

without all the encyclopedic
molds
formulas
lens/distorter

prior
to acquiring
beliefs

prior to
applying
beliefs...pasting them on, dividing up what cannot be divided

i am not separate from my Father,
nor my brother,
nor the earth that breathes and waters green juicy soft squishy harmonicas (just try to find that one in the dictionary!)

What is not in the dictionary is there!

the unseen, Love, 
Yes!

fed
from the inside out
word
spoken

attitude of baby
still crawling

be in no hurry to leave the support of the floor!

all things
fall
to the earth

money
diamonds
rain
volcanoes
branches
leaves

all things
come to you
on the floor

no need to strain,

to pluck a star
from the sky...

stars fall too!

seeds fall
and sprout

water runs down the hill
to you
effortlessly

lay lowest, brother baby
let all things
 roll to you

perhaps it was confusion
that told us to reach up,
climb the mountain,
arrive,
at a place we were not

laying right
here
in the puddle

in the soft dimple,
the cupped hand,
our natural resting place

of the mind--

only ever
this position
is true:

Ask.
You do not know.

baby

All the time in the world!

I have all the time in the world!!!!

this moment,

that's it

always

i have all the time in the world

so rich!
restored
no need to be stingy with it

i slow down
relax
breathe

no need to fix
no concern

every cell in "my body" is here for me, for this,
loving to dance with the joy of knowing i have all the time in the world whirling
stimulated
carrying out Its Purpose
unblocked

totally unopposed to anything

we watch

there is no changing it

only experience Appreciation
or notice....
"the fall"

I have all the time in the world!

it's definitely not too late
for love
life
maximal joy
laughter
openness
expansiveness
"forever gaining scope"
beyond the current frontier

falling forward
falling up
when you finally
let go
 of "your security blanket/belief"

up up up you rise

zero effort

like dropping a weight

the most natural thing in the world,
you can skip now

touching lightly

no more grasping,
carrying
straining
efforting
owning
holding on
controlling

Majesty!

majestic pieces
glide
into place
where the space
is open

they have been waiting
just waiting
silently
patiently
for this
opening

set down your "safety"
and see what a tiny little
impossibility
it ever was

the long and winding road
is now curled up into a ball
on your lap

just for a blink...

and then
like the dream you can't remember

there is no more need
to rewalk
the miles and miles and miles of steps
to no where

having gone no where
expansion continues
beyond the words
beyond the stars

just the Attitude

of no labels,

don't know,

Appreciation...

I have all the time
in the world

ever gone,
ever new

only Appreciation

without Appreciation...
ouch!

just the loving signal
to re open...