behold his single eyelash

behold his single eyelash,
eyelid,
so tender

look
in his eyes

what spirits him?
lives him?
lifes him?
now

not at his "body birth,"
but in this moment,
what incarnates him,
moves his lips,
drives his life?

behold
his single eyelash,
the glory
the splendor
the miraculous curve
waving
catching
shading
beauty
simplicity
unquestioning service

can you really find sin
here?

where in this miraculous being
can you find
anything
that is not love?

even his toenails
are spectacular,
tortoise shells,
so steadfast
so kind

doesn't the call move him, too
in every detail?

the call
to realize
the lie,
the dream,
isn't

to wake up,
to see only Love,
feel
bursting Heart!
welcome home to family, friends,
re-union of Self

lost puppy forgotten

tell him he is safe!
no words necessary
you know
you walk together

tell every person you meet or think about today,
you are safe,
grounded,
in Spirit
Your Identity, beyond question

or perhaps you think
the sin
is in his thoughts

travel inward now
in to his "brain",
where in this moment
does the "sin"
reside?

he's a member of the republican party, you say...

(laughing!)

hmmm

so obtuse...
he loves ideas!

he's a lover of certain ideas!
is that the crime?

he's just like you!

what is the idea you love
that would make him
your enemy?

behold
his eyelid now,
so very very tender...

:-)

Love can never come.

It's here already.

fusion

"all illusions are threatened by truth" (acim t508)

from getting
to having--
wholeness
being
sharing
am-ing
holding the space
no lack

no demands=fusion

fused: powered, empowered

confusion=making demands of another

to demand of you,
i must make a "you",
who has more
than "i",
different

without demanding you have something i don't
we are fused

to ask for nothing from you
we are equal
together
in the asking

we ask together of our One Self
knowing it is there

by our asking we affirm
the Answer is

we simply state we are ready,
willing
to listen

asking is not demanding,
asking is invitation,
my door is open

isn't it quite funny
I assign to everyone else in the world
"they hold more",
something I want,
my joy

do you see the extra lump in the sleeve of their sweater? :-)))

and here,
my safety lies?!@

how futile a plan!

how is it even possible...
how much obfuscation we must manufacture
to not see 
the absolute
nonsense of this plan

the clarity of the nonsense
is plain

there is no sanity
to be found here,
seek no more to study it
and come up with an answer

nonsense only produces nonsense

how very very simple the return of sense--

All life
All love
is me

i am the holder of all possible joy

the only place

without a demand on anyone
i am wholeness
the entire universe
infinite intelligence
wisdom
joy
freedom
abounding

no enemy anywhere

deprivation and insanity are one

without demands,
my brothers are but fountains,
ever flowing fountains
of surprise
delight
adventure!

unfenced

the man without any words
drew a picture

shapes
leaning this way

wordless

feelings
unspeakable

unable to describe the infinite
the invisible

starting here
She threw a word up into the sky

and someone one found it
the next day
laying on the ground

it became "a duck"
carried with her

in her favorite pocket
to pull out
and point to
with anyone she met

this,
she pointed to the card,
is what i am

and her eyes
now glued to the card
could not shift back
to enter
her very own kingdom

wordless splendor
endless hallways
bottomless living rooms

alive
born now
no name
no fence yet
corraling the Unknowable Mystery

indivisible

invisible

indivisible

no clanking
saws
to mutilate
mutate
the unformed

prior to saw

like rock paper scissors

no weapon of any kind
Love
is not a pistol that can hurt,
nor could it shoot at one
except to pierce open the heart with love

smiles rise on hilltops
roosters not ever the first to crow
no one first
no one last
no one future

just one simultaneous smooch with Itself

invisible between the seeming visible

breath
inner to outer
outer to inner
no place where it stops
no river crossing border

one continuous epiphany,
indivisible,
every word, label,
a lie

oh to be whole,
feel the wood on your chest

isn't it so sweet
this kiss
this wink
the gentlest almost imperceptible twittering of "a leaf"

Heart!

all points

"i", mouse, did not create my Self/Joy
Radiance
Eternal

and "i" cannot uncreate it

all "i" can do is tell a lie about it,
that it doesn't exist,
and that hurts

pain is kind
to correct,
to notify
me of such an error

Lady Grace
Elegant
Divine
Beauty
Kind
Generous
welcoming to all,
All encompassing
Infinite

Joy is the Father of all that is,
there's nothing you can do to change that--
to change who your Father is,
and so your nature

no loss is possible in Joy
inconceivable
that Joy=loss

She so easily spreads her wings,
can light from bridge to rooftop to treetop, steeple

high in the sky
grazing the surface of the sea
swooping up
in circles
playfully
carried on the breeze

all directions equal
available
open

all points home--that's it, friend

do you want to know the secret of eternal Joy?

all points, Home

She never leaves What She Is,
it's not possible

Joy
Birthplace
Birthright
All Points

paint by number,
every color
every nuance: Joy

the fire, Life
now

something's happening?

something's happening.

is it true?

electrical excursions
seem to sway and gyrate

perpetual motion...

it is true?

"movement"?

i "call" it...
from the past,
someone told me...
called "it" that.

was that "it"?

movement
 calls for space

is there space in the mind?

what's three inches to the left of that thought?

isn't that a joke?

a thought takes up space?

how much does it weigh?
really...

where's the scale to place it on?

how do you ever place the thought
on the scale?

imaginacio!

does the reflection in the mirror
weigh as much as "you"?
or are you fooling yourself
all the time?
pretending
you have any weight at all...
this image,
this set of beliefs...?

prior to believing it to be a "tree"(a body)
were you lighter?

a scoop of this,
a dash of that,
is there any reality at all to "your thought"?

like you even think there's a "you" who owns
and came up with them--

then how come everyone else
has the identical thoughts?

maybe,
just maybe they all came from the same bank, Source,
or maybe it's all just a bunch of mirrors

are there 250 yous
if you look into 250 mirrors?
proof you exist x's 250!

joking!

a war  of thougths?!@
do you see the joke?

this no thing attacking this no thing= no thing happening

ashes, ashes, we all fall down

stillness
remains

Heaven

"who can attack his savior

and cut him down,

yet recognize his strong support?" (p502 acim)

I forgive me, Love,

for I have been mistaken

and knew not what I did.

"how can he live

with all your sins upon him?" (p501 acim)

resurrect Him now,

let him breathe,

walk,

laugh!

see the sparkle in his eyes

he owes you nothing,

but is only God

to behold

Behold

your brother

without one demand 

upon him

and see

Heaven

has always been

right here

nothing

just landed

here
on earth
on the sofa

no idea what why how
i'm here

all books
transparent pages
past is gone
concepts dead

what now?

ask now?

seeing through every object--transparent
transparent
transparent

where can the answer lie
lie
lie?

perhaps "nothing"
is the answer
you've been seeking

always seeking for something--
you couldn't see
the no thing
ever

surrounding you,
Space

i missed it,
being everywhere
and couldn't be
more obvious!

seeking something--having already decided...conceptualized

i couldn't see
the answer was not to "get" anything--
but only to let go
what i was holding on to...

everything...
i was holding

on
to.

no thing

left,

open land

the Frontier,
Space

where all you can do is fall--
forever
fall
in Love

no control
no knowing

just falling forever
in
love

wonder what that would be like?

brand new
territory

thank you re turns now

flood of Love

right in this moment

without the thought
there's anything wrong

the gushing of God
the flood
cannot be stopped

no damn can hold back
the Power
the Force
the Flow
LOVE!

no spot of dry ground
no spot untouched by the floodwaters
no holdouts

all arguments drowned out,
the illusion of control
seen for what it is--
ridiculous

c'mon little stick, really?

you are water
you are Love

you are not something separate
no blockage possible in reality
Nature is Love

no nail
can hold Love
to the cross,
though she doesn't mind--
she doesn't object...

Her Place is everyWhere

Shoot Me!
if that is what you need
to wake up

i understand
and
i cannot be
harmed

the flood of Love closes in in in

every hole filled in
and overflowing

only this is true