can you find your unworthy self in the word "unworthy", in the letters...?
oh oh oh
noooooooooo...i cannot
this moment
i discovered, uncovered, revealed
only love
for "U"
the smoothness,
the flowing curve
of Her,
surely a She!
feel it
like driving on a straightaway
and then slowly curving
and as you round the curve,
just like when you were a kid sitting in the back seat,
you are pushed to the outside edge,
the wall of the car,
the others leaning against you,
squeezed and sandwiched by your friends and family
on a carnival ride...
and then as you emerge from the bend
you are released,
weightless once again
feel
your finger, your lips,
on a smooth piece of driftwood,
the polished curve of a pebble,
the warm clay
being rolled into "worms"
and the ends joined to form an endlessly curving circle
the U
like a skateboard ramp,
the boarder dives off,
gains momentum
to rush up the other side
and pop up into the air, like dotting an "i",
to land on the ledge
or
swivel in midair
to drop back down
and fountain up to where she first
dove
off the
cliff...
trusting
exhilarated
blissed
and blessed
by such a
"shape"
an enclosure,
a cupped hand
in which to travel
every possibility
a sweet "I",
flexibly doing her yoga,
bending in the middle,
as her "two ends", extremes,
draw close to each other
and say,
i am not rigid,
i am not fixed,
i am not separate
straight, but in this moment,
my range is infinite,
i am here but to serve,
sweetheart, to serve
all this,
and i have hardly begun
to express,
to share
the wonder of U
the doors have been opened,
the castle is lit
no, i cannot find unworthy in
these "letters",
these "shapes",
this Beloved
design and beauty,
that a scared lost ragamuffin
once tried to hijack
and blanket
with the meaning
of "unworthy"
listen but to the sounds
as you slowly allow each full nuance to be,
play with it, slow and fast, hushed and booming,
the music of U, n, w, o,r, th,y...
notice,
feel
the dance,
the yoga of the tongue,
lips,
jaw
as this song
is released
to invisibly vibrate
throughout the entire cosmos
isn't this really
your heart's endless
capacity?
The Healing Power of Writing
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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About Me
- Joy Schultz
- 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 www.joyofthework.com for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information http://www.miraclescenter.org/
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