the heart is not a duplex
there's no storage
of false information
there's no compartment
for hiding
there's just
one blazing fire
no thing left
no refrigerator,
no freezer,
no north pole
or south
there's nothing
that can escape it
it's coming for you
now
right now
see that "tree"
that "sky"
that "voice'
these words
it's the fire of Love
here to burn you up
and turn you into cinders
that's what it's all for
the end
of "you"
every crumb,
gobble,
gobble,
gobble...
get it?
:-)))
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Saturday, December 27, 2014
nothing else
your Heart is singing
and where are you?
your Heart needs nothing,
She cannot be silenced,
She cannot be put out
Life is not mortal.
Life springs eternal.
"it" has a plan,
some little plan,
to grab a crumb
of safety,
such a little plan
and your Heart,
like a raging forest fire
lights up everything
every little thing
cannot be seen at all
without your Heart
it shines now on your face, dear one,
let go,
melt into it,
all your little fears,
boundaries, borders,
restrictions, defenses
cannot hold long against Love
you need not worry about
the outcome,
all wax melts in the warmth,
there is no ice
that does not melt
in the sun
so you, dear one,
are over
already
there is nothing else
you need to be
and where are you?
your Heart needs nothing,
She cannot be silenced,
She cannot be put out
Life is not mortal.
Life springs eternal.
"it" has a plan,
some little plan,
to grab a crumb
of safety,
such a little plan
and your Heart,
like a raging forest fire
lights up everything
every little thing
cannot be seen at all
without your Heart
it shines now on your face, dear one,
let go,
melt into it,
all your little fears,
boundaries, borders,
restrictions, defenses
cannot hold long against Love
you need not worry about
the outcome,
all wax melts in the warmth,
there is no ice
that does not melt
in the sun
so you, dear one,
are over
already
there is nothing else
you need to be
between the words
life is spontaneous,
is there really any question?
only glazed eyes,
looking "back",
looking "forward"
could possibly worry
thought,
pre ordained,
concept
of course, you don't feel alive,
like "something is off"
mind enclosed in a capsule
while
your Heart is singing away!
of course, you feel deprived,
like you are missing out on something
your step is skipping,
your child is playing,
and you are not there!
don't know what's happening,
(what's gonna happen,
what '"has happened")
now that's living!
now that's singing!
is there really any question?
only glazed eyes,
looking "back",
looking "forward"
could possibly worry
thought,
pre ordained,
concept
of course, you don't feel alive,
like "something is off"
mind enclosed in a capsule
while
your Heart is singing away!
of course, you feel deprived,
like you are missing out on something
your step is skipping,
your child is playing,
and you are not there!
don't know what's happening,
(what's gonna happen,
what '"has happened")
now that's living!
now that's singing!
Thursday, December 25, 2014
grace
(sitting on "my" couch in "my" living room
after facilitating a woman on "i'd be happier
if I had children")
"I'd be happier if ________."
No, you wouldn't.
Who would tell you such a thing?!@
(what a cruel thing to say, to think...
what a guarantee of emptiness)
without that thought...
so lovely
just sitting here
it's really only that thought
that has ever caused unhappiness
sitting in the glow
without that thought
just look! what "God" gave you!
perfect mirror image,
newborn kisses
perfectly fitted
delicious
hand tailored
yes, that is the perfect tv for me--small screen,
the perfect flowering cactus,
yes, the artwork
is so me
i'd be happier if what?
if i had a different reflection in the mirror?
that's what we're saying
without the thought "i'd be happier if _____"
i see i chose everything exactly as it is.
i hand picked it,
every pillow, cushion, paint color,
carpet, flooring,
lotion, book
even this pen cartridge
how 'bout your body, you say,
did you hand pick it?
without the thought "i'd be happier if..."
i adore
this "thing",
called a "hand"
oh my God,
amazing,
this miracle of a hand,
fingers!
falling in love with it
for the first time.
i've truly never seen it
before
(through such loving eyes)
"hand picked"...
funny,
even that points to
the value of this hand
what would i have to be thinking
to not be enthralled
with this "hand"?
i mean really,
if you think you've got a problem,
just take a look at your hand
and notice the gift it is
with the thought "i'd be happier if..."
i completely miss it.
For 58 years I've never seen my hand
like i do today.
Never felt so much love for it.
how many ways "God" has shown up,
how rich the "books"
that sit in piles on the floor,
the table, and rest waiting on the shelf
oh, by the way, God,
none of this is good enough...
NONE of this,
the ENTIRE HOUSE and all its contents
doesn't do it.
it's hard to fathom
this has been a mantra
the bottle of lotion
stands so elegantly,
silently,
humble
and regal,
day and night
just waiting to serve
whether i ever touch it again
or not
even the foil on the coffee cup,
two chapsticks, and bottle of eyedrops...
i am so rich,
so rich
without the thought
"i'd be happier if..."
after facilitating a woman on "i'd be happier
if I had children")
"I'd be happier if ________."
No, you wouldn't.
Who would tell you such a thing?!@
(what a cruel thing to say, to think...
what a guarantee of emptiness)
without that thought...
so lovely
just sitting here
it's really only that thought
that has ever caused unhappiness
sitting in the glow
without that thought
just look! what "God" gave you!
perfect mirror image,
newborn kisses
perfectly fitted
delicious
hand tailored
yes, that is the perfect tv for me--small screen,
the perfect flowering cactus,
yes, the artwork
is so me
i'd be happier if what?
if i had a different reflection in the mirror?
that's what we're saying
without the thought "i'd be happier if _____"
i see i chose everything exactly as it is.
i hand picked it,
every pillow, cushion, paint color,
carpet, flooring,
lotion, book
even this pen cartridge
how 'bout your body, you say,
did you hand pick it?
without the thought "i'd be happier if..."
i adore
this "thing",
called a "hand"
oh my God,
amazing,
this miracle of a hand,
fingers!
falling in love with it
for the first time.
i've truly never seen it
before
(through such loving eyes)
"hand picked"...
funny,
even that points to
the value of this hand
what would i have to be thinking
to not be enthralled
with this "hand"?
i mean really,
if you think you've got a problem,
just take a look at your hand
and notice the gift it is
with the thought "i'd be happier if..."
i completely miss it.
For 58 years I've never seen my hand
like i do today.
Never felt so much love for it.
how many ways "God" has shown up,
how rich the "books"
that sit in piles on the floor,
the table, and rest waiting on the shelf
oh, by the way, God,
none of this is good enough...
NONE of this,
the ENTIRE HOUSE and all its contents
doesn't do it.
it's hard to fathom
this has been a mantra
the bottle of lotion
stands so elegantly,
silently,
humble
and regal,
day and night
just waiting to serve
whether i ever touch it again
or not
even the foil on the coffee cup,
two chapsticks, and bottle of eyedrops...
i am so rich,
so rich
without the thought
"i'd be happier if..."
muscle
meteor showers!
for no reason
the low lying clouds,
heavy on the ground
murking days and hours
in the contracted heart
Tolstoy, Dostoevsky like drama,
a cold Russian winter,
Siberian boots walking across my chest
in the night
and in the morning,
still cold
am i dying?
on the way down the hill...?
and out of Nowhere
the bicep begins pumping iron!
it LOVES this motion,
this "work"
strength is.
in it
resistance and strength are lovers
the heavier the weight,
the darker the night,
the more my adequacy,
capability,
and Generative Life--
rejuvenating Itself
glows
for no reason
the low lying clouds,
heavy on the ground
murking days and hours
in the contracted heart
Tolstoy, Dostoevsky like drama,
a cold Russian winter,
Siberian boots walking across my chest
in the night
and in the morning,
still cold
am i dying?
on the way down the hill...?
and out of Nowhere
the bicep begins pumping iron!
it LOVES this motion,
this "work"
strength is.
in it
resistance and strength are lovers
the heavier the weight,
the darker the night,
the more my adequacy,
capability,
and Generative Life--
rejuvenating Itself
glows
a spark
there's a spark
in each of your words,
in every thought,
intelligence
and love,
beCause that's Where
It came from,
even the idea of "you"
arose
a shower of thoughts, words, pictures
fireworks!
there is no darkness
in any word or thought
it's not possible for a thought
to be vacant,
to be empty
it is
a spark!
shooting up out of the Invisible Fire,
out of the Night Sky
simply happening,
poppety pop pop!
you can't stop the flower from blooming
or the grass from growing!
O my goodness
what a show!
in each of your words,
in every thought,
intelligence
and love,
beCause that's Where
It came from,
even the idea of "you"
arose
a shower of thoughts, words, pictures
fireworks!
there is no darkness
in any word or thought
it's not possible for a thought
to be vacant,
to be empty
it is
a spark!
shooting up out of the Invisible Fire,
out of the Night Sky
simply happening,
poppety pop pop!
you can't stop the flower from blooming
or the grass from growing!
O my goodness
what a show!
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
what would you give you
what would you give you this Christmas?
would you give you worthiness?
a sense of value to the world,
would you see the love you've contributed,
the kindness,
the joy,
the support,
the comfort,
the generosity,
how many smiles you've shared,
how many times your eyes have lit up,
your heart warmed,
your tender listening,
how many hands you've held,
how many lessons you've opened to,
how many meals you've shared,
how much quiet meditation,
how much stillness,
how much gratitude,
how much laughter,
how much silliness and humor,
and quiet depth,
how much reverence,
how much honesty and integrity...
have you noticed
how big your heart is?
would you give you this?
so many presents
to open
would you give you worthiness?
a sense of value to the world,
would you see the love you've contributed,
the kindness,
the joy,
the support,
the comfort,
the generosity,
how many smiles you've shared,
how many times your eyes have lit up,
your heart warmed,
your tender listening,
how many hands you've held,
how many lessons you've opened to,
how many meals you've shared,
how much quiet meditation,
how much stillness,
how much gratitude,
how much laughter,
how much silliness and humor,
and quiet depth,
how much reverence,
how much honesty and integrity...
have you noticed
how big your heart is?
would you give you this?
so many presents
to open
the gift of Christmas
harmless
see the sweet faces,
the shining eyes,
the heart of gold?
they will
you but breeze off
the soot
the mirror shows them
proof of blackness
it is you
who reach under
and touch
what shines away
the darkness
is it you
whose light
makes visible
the sparkling radiance,
the endless laughter,
beneath the heavy layer
of dust
see the halo
shining now?
all they will
is that they be their
own friend
they have come to you asking,
and await excitedly your reply,
am i lovable?
am i worthy?
am i ok after all
this bemoaning?
and isn't it
your greatest joy
to say
Yes!
Dearest One,
Yes!
see the sweet faces,
the shining eyes,
the heart of gold?
they will
you but breeze off
the soot
the mirror shows them
proof of blackness
it is you
who reach under
and touch
what shines away
the darkness
is it you
whose light
makes visible
the sparkling radiance,
the endless laughter,
beneath the heavy layer
of dust
see the halo
shining now?
all they will
is that they be their
own friend
they have come to you asking,
and await excitedly your reply,
am i lovable?
am i worthy?
am i ok after all
this bemoaning?
and isn't it
your greatest joy
to say
Yes!
Dearest One,
Yes!
Home Plate
Holy Infant, All
trees, grass, sky...
so tender and mild,
harmless
there is no race
to get to where
you already are
you are standing
on Home Plate
stop running...
away
from
Home
the Catcher has the ball in his mitt,
you are safe,
the Umpire has declared it
and it is so
there is no other
Home to run to
and this one will never be
different than it is
in this moment,
not higher
nor lower,
bigger
nor smaller,
sicker nor healthier
the Holy Infant is the entire field!
the entire ballpark
and beyond
there is no need to hit
another ball,
to accomplish one
more
thing
you've won Everything.
Everything is You.
how can you possibly lose?
there is
no other
team
:-)
trees, grass, sky...
so tender and mild,
harmless
there is no race
to get to where
you already are
you are standing
on Home Plate
stop running...
away
from
Home
the Catcher has the ball in his mitt,
you are safe,
the Umpire has declared it
and it is so
there is no other
Home to run to
and this one will never be
different than it is
in this moment,
not higher
nor lower,
bigger
nor smaller,
sicker nor healthier
the Holy Infant is the entire field!
the entire ballpark
and beyond
there is no need to hit
another ball,
to accomplish one
more
thing
you've won Everything.
Everything is You.
how can you possibly lose?
there is
no other
team
:-)
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
jack be humble
scraping out the seeds of a squash
or doing The Work,
there is nothing more valuable
than another
are you at peace?
without the need to accomplish,
to be seen a certain way,
to be special
isn't life just lifing?
going to the bathroom
or on the phone with
an investment company
making decisions about
"retirement" (ha!)
a walk,
asleep
dancing
working
unemployed (ha!)
there is no
not being
how are you doing?
whatever you are doing?
that is the question
are you with it--
in gratitude,
or against it--
without gratitude?
how humble
is thank you
how arrogant,
Jack the Ripper
:-)
or doing The Work,
there is nothing more valuable
than another
are you at peace?
without the need to accomplish,
to be seen a certain way,
to be special
isn't life just lifing?
going to the bathroom
or on the phone with
an investment company
making decisions about
"retirement" (ha!)
a walk,
asleep
dancing
working
unemployed (ha!)
there is no
not being
how are you doing?
whatever you are doing?
that is the question
are you with it--
in gratitude,
or against it--
without gratitude?
how humble
is thank you
how arrogant,
Jack the Ripper
:-)
germ warfare
fight germs
fight weeds
ha!
thank God!
they are still here
what is a "weed"?
(some people love the stuff :-)
weeds and germs,
have gotten a really bad rap--
thank God!
life cannot be extinguished
despite the war,
despite agent orange,
despite pesticide,
despite our best efforts...
are you kidding?
thank God!
we can't wipe out weeds
and germs
our very life: plants and animals
proof we cannot destroy
Mother Nature,
our nature
no matter how hard we try
even "death"
is simply
trans-forming-ation
old men can't stop time,
old men can't stop the tide,
no need to fear "old men"...
"all my life's a circle,
sunrise and sundown..."(harry chapin)
maybe we can rest...
as the tiniest,
tenderest
infant sprout
makes her tender way
up through the concrete
all by herself...
all by Her Self
fight weeds
ha!
thank God!
they are still here
what is a "weed"?
(some people love the stuff :-)
weeds and germs,
have gotten a really bad rap--
thank God!
life cannot be extinguished
despite the war,
despite agent orange,
despite pesticide,
despite our best efforts...
are you kidding?
thank God!
we can't wipe out weeds
and germs
our very life: plants and animals
proof we cannot destroy
Mother Nature,
our nature
no matter how hard we try
even "death"
is simply
trans-forming-ation
old men can't stop time,
old men can't stop the tide,
no need to fear "old men"...
"all my life's a circle,
sunrise and sundown..."(harry chapin)
maybe we can rest...
as the tiniest,
tenderest
infant sprout
makes her tender way
up through the concrete
all by herself...
all by Her Self
it
it shows up when asked for,
it's already here,
the only "problem" is
you
have a thought
that you are believing
that says
it should look like something else :-)
and you don't recognize
the Love
in front of your face,
surrounding you,
within you,
in this very pen!
air,
thought
you simply don't recognize it
that's why the Course says,
enlightenment
is but a simple recognition
It,
what EVER "it" is,
is Love
every where you look,
every thing
every thought
every feeling
every thing and no thing,
Love
every form
every expression
every word,
a name for God
every crumb
every "disease"
(from whose point of view is a "germ" bad?...
certainly not from the "germ's"...and if you take
that label off...and let it roam free and wild in the world
with equal rights to exist as you have...(as it does!)...
1000 names for Joy,
10,000
a million,
infinite names for the One
a simple recognition
no exceptions
It is
and nothing else is
who needs a future
in perfect peace?
where would you possibly
want to go?
it's already here,
the only "problem" is
you
have a thought
that you are believing
that says
it should look like something else :-)
and you don't recognize
the Love
in front of your face,
surrounding you,
within you,
in this very pen!
air,
thought
you simply don't recognize it
that's why the Course says,
enlightenment
is but a simple recognition
It,
what EVER "it" is,
is Love
every where you look,
every thing
every thought
every feeling
every thing and no thing,
Love
every form
every expression
every word,
a name for God
every crumb
every "disease"
(from whose point of view is a "germ" bad?...
certainly not from the "germ's"...and if you take
that label off...and let it roam free and wild in the world
with equal rights to exist as you have...(as it does!)...
1000 names for Joy,
10,000
a million,
infinite names for the One
a simple recognition
no exceptions
It is
and nothing else is
who needs a future
in perfect peace?
where would you possibly
want to go?
Saturday, December 20, 2014
the best i could do
the best i could do
what's the best you could do
with a blindfold on,
and a deafening siren
blaring in your ear
without a moment's
pause?
what's the best you could do
with your hand a vice,
in a fire
you can't escape from?
what's the best you could do
with a knife penetrating your chest?
are you starting to get it,
to understand
why someone
would drop a bomb,
while being bombed
out of their mind?
why someone would
set afire
another human being
while they are burning alive?
is it becoming clearer
that the only antidote for fire
is cool, clear water,
not more heat?
flowers do not grow
in agony
please, i beg of you,
don't ask me to stop
what i am doing
when i am covered in flames!
please, oh please,
i beg of you,
help me
put out the fire.
water
please
what's the best you could do
with a blindfold on,
and a deafening siren
blaring in your ear
without a moment's
pause?
what's the best you could do
with your hand a vice,
in a fire
you can't escape from?
what's the best you could do
with a knife penetrating your chest?
are you starting to get it,
to understand
why someone
would drop a bomb,
while being bombed
out of their mind?
why someone would
set afire
another human being
while they are burning alive?
is it becoming clearer
that the only antidote for fire
is cool, clear water,
not more heat?
flowers do not grow
in agony
please, i beg of you,
don't ask me to stop
what i am doing
when i am covered in flames!
please, oh please,
i beg of you,
help me
put out the fire.
water
please
is it true?
"a tiny mad idea",
misinterpretation
runaway train,
steaming loco motive
without brakes,
no steering wheel,
careening off a cliff...
wearing a pretty dress
and lipstick,
sipping a from a crystal glass
pretending
everything is ok
schizoid
a smouldering heart,
scorched by the friction
of trying to put the brakes
on reality
stop, World, stop!!
raw flesh,
scraped knees
on asphalt
trying day after day to stop
what can never be stopped,
needing the sun to shine
when it isn't,
the kiss on her lips
when it isn't
oh dear, dear child,
is it true?
it that really true?
finally
the Sun can burst through
the clouds,
can burst through
the darkest night
of the soul
a beam
one drop
of the Heart
dissolves
the crusted,
rusted
bar
of separation
the past is gone,
the future no where to be found
truth
alone
is far more
than enough
far far more
than enough
misinterpretation
runaway train,
steaming loco motive
without brakes,
no steering wheel,
careening off a cliff...
wearing a pretty dress
and lipstick,
sipping a from a crystal glass
pretending
everything is ok
schizoid
a smouldering heart,
scorched by the friction
of trying to put the brakes
on reality
stop, World, stop!!
raw flesh,
scraped knees
on asphalt
trying day after day to stop
what can never be stopped,
needing the sun to shine
when it isn't,
the kiss on her lips
when it isn't
oh dear, dear child,
is it true?
it that really true?
finally
the Sun can burst through
the clouds,
can burst through
the darkest night
of the soul
a beam
one drop
of the Heart
dissolves
the crusted,
rusted
bar
of separation
the past is gone,
the future no where to be found
truth
alone
is far more
than enough
far far more
than enough
Friday, December 19, 2014
full circle
i killed the cat.
i did it.
and i am 100% innocent.
a gargantuan iceberg
fell into the sea
10 years in the waiting
10 years ago
my 17 year old son said to me,
"why don't you just kill the cat?"
terror arose
huge terror
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
hysteria
mega sadness
"disappointment" can't begin to describe
the internal devastation
he's a psychopath
no feelings
no compassion
i hate him
i hate me
i have failed, truly failed
shame
done wrong
this CANNOT BE
deer in the headlights
frozen in terror
helpless
absolutely devastated
and deaf
dumb
and blind
add to it "why not just kill old people?"
my mind REVOLTS...explodes in hallucinations...
i'm trulytripping!
this is impossible!
too horrible
gruesome
to even go there...
EVIL!
nuclear guilt
i am destroyed...
any image of a loving mother
or loving son
is completely obliterated
reality obliterated:
'this cannot be happening"
things like this don't happen...
and today (ten years later)
i killed the cat.
yes. literally.
she was 20 years old,
peeing on the floor,
with a big lump in her gut,
two doses of antibiotics had been given...
and i decided it was time
for her to "die",
to be "put to sleep",
"euthanized"
we say.
we give like death/killing
another a name.
and I see
the simplicity
the stillness
the kindness
the invitation to contemplate life, being,
this is all there is
and I see
Aaron's (my son's) absolute innocence.
A child asking a simple question.
I see I could not even hear the question,
I could not even consider the simple
profound, deep question that it was.
I could not see the invitation
to ask, to consider, to contemplate
death
"killing"
I see I put ALL the destruction on him,
this innocent child,
I see now
as I drive away
from the vet
having witnessed
the administering of the iv,
her tongue hanging out of her mouth,
the drug in her eyes,
and finally the body without a heartbeat,
the gift of her life,
the silence and peace,
experience continuing
I see the devastation
was ALL mine.
I see nothing happened,
but a child asking a question
to his mother.
I love you, Aaron, with all my heart.
And I am sorry I looked at you with such terror
in my eyes and heart.
You are so innocent.
So completely innocent.
And I see, too, was an innocent child
believing my thoughts.
Having a nightmare.
Love to us all.
And thank you, kitty.
You never know
when an iceberg is going to fall.
amen.
i did it.
and i am 100% innocent.
a gargantuan iceberg
fell into the sea
10 years in the waiting
10 years ago
my 17 year old son said to me,
"why don't you just kill the cat?"
terror arose
huge terror
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
hysteria
mega sadness
"disappointment" can't begin to describe
the internal devastation
he's a psychopath
no feelings
no compassion
i hate him
i hate me
i have failed, truly failed
shame
done wrong
this CANNOT BE
deer in the headlights
frozen in terror
helpless
absolutely devastated
and deaf
dumb
and blind
add to it "why not just kill old people?"
my mind REVOLTS...explodes in hallucinations...
i'm trulytripping!
this is impossible!
too horrible
gruesome
to even go there...
EVIL!
nuclear guilt
i am destroyed...
any image of a loving mother
or loving son
is completely obliterated
reality obliterated:
'this cannot be happening"
things like this don't happen...
and today (ten years later)
i killed the cat.
yes. literally.
she was 20 years old,
peeing on the floor,
with a big lump in her gut,
two doses of antibiotics had been given...
and i decided it was time
for her to "die",
to be "put to sleep",
"euthanized"
we say.
we give like death/killing
another a name.
and I see
the simplicity
the stillness
the kindness
the invitation to contemplate life, being,
this is all there is
and I see
Aaron's (my son's) absolute innocence.
A child asking a simple question.
I see I could not even hear the question,
I could not even consider the simple
profound, deep question that it was.
I could not see the invitation
to ask, to consider, to contemplate
death
"killing"
I see I put ALL the destruction on him,
this innocent child,
I see now
as I drive away
from the vet
having witnessed
the administering of the iv,
her tongue hanging out of her mouth,
the drug in her eyes,
and finally the body without a heartbeat,
the gift of her life,
the silence and peace,
experience continuing
I see the devastation
was ALL mine.
I see nothing happened,
but a child asking a question
to his mother.
I love you, Aaron, with all my heart.
And I am sorry I looked at you with such terror
in my eyes and heart.
You are so innocent.
So completely innocent.
And I see, too, was an innocent child
believing my thoughts.
Having a nightmare.
Love to us all.
And thank you, kitty.
You never know
when an iceberg is going to fall.
amen.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
come on in
what if you welcomed
the thief?
oh honey, come on in,
i've been waiting for you,
looking forward to this day,
to meet you,
so up close and personal
you are scared, you say?
you are craving?
you want a chip?
here, have the whole bag!
i'll fix a meal for you,
what's your favorite?
sit by the fire,
tell me, tell me, sweetheart,
all your troubles,
can you stay for a week or so...?
i've made up the bed
with fresh scented sheets,
would you like to move in
with me?
i tried this today
as i reached for another chip...
and she simply melted
into thin air
can you give you
the love you are looking for?
the thief?
oh honey, come on in,
i've been waiting for you,
looking forward to this day,
to meet you,
so up close and personal
you are scared, you say?
you are craving?
you want a chip?
here, have the whole bag!
i'll fix a meal for you,
what's your favorite?
sit by the fire,
tell me, tell me, sweetheart,
all your troubles,
can you stay for a week or so...?
i've made up the bed
with fresh scented sheets,
would you like to move in
with me?
i tried this today
as i reached for another chip...
and she simply melted
into thin air
can you give you
the love you are looking for?
guidance
Let the deathless be your Guide
for all else will lead you astray,
pull you away from it,
blind you
get still
and listen
to the deathless
She holds the candle,
the sparklers
She burns so bright
She attracts you to the light
for She is
the only way to see
Reality calls you now,
beckons
every instant
She waits in perfect stillness,
absolute grace
there is nothing you could possibly prefer
to this
because there is nothing else
Let stillness
be your God
let no action arise
but from stillness
for Christ is
stillness Itself
let stillness be
in every act
from pristine
groundlessness
let there be no body part,
no separate self interest
in even a glance
or you bankrupt your soul,
overturn the ark
and night once again
is all there is to see
it cannot be
your brother is not yourself
it is but you,
you serve
it is but you
you offer to
how much would you give yourself?
what
would you give yourself?
is there anything you would still withhold
from yourself?
except that i hold the Space,
how can i possibly experience it?
Let the deathless
be
your Guide
for all else will lead you astray,
pull you away from it,
blind you
get still
and listen
to the deathless
She holds the candle,
the sparklers
She burns so bright
She attracts you to the light
for She is
the only way to see
Reality calls you now,
beckons
every instant
She waits in perfect stillness,
absolute grace
there is nothing you could possibly prefer
to this
because there is nothing else
Let stillness
be your God
let no action arise
but from stillness
for Christ is
stillness Itself
let stillness be
in every act
from pristine
groundlessness
let there be no body part,
no separate self interest
in even a glance
or you bankrupt your soul,
overturn the ark
and night once again
is all there is to see
it cannot be
your brother is not yourself
it is but you,
you serve
it is but you
you offer to
how much would you give yourself?
what
would you give yourself?
is there anything you would still withhold
from yourself?
except that i hold the Space,
how can i possibly experience it?
Let the deathless
be
your Guide
deathless
deathless
come what may,
it can never hurt you
deathlessness
has no price
what can assail the unassailable?
deathless is strong
though a million soldiers march,
it is for naught
hurricanes,
nuclear war,
even pepto bismol
assorted jokers all
what is deathless
cannot die
deathless
all things dissolve
before this truth,
before this might
oh how very safe
deathless is
we raise the ante
to everything,
for no fear is possible,
conceivable
in deathless
deathless,
no opposite
all else
a tiny, tiny,
tiny mad idea
a gnat
buzzing in God's ear,
ha!
do you really think
God
Reality
Infinity
Love
is threatened
by that,
a gnat
claiming to be
all of it!
claiming to have power
and control,
taking credit for its life,
its provision,
with intelligence enough
to dictate
all of existence?!
laughable!
laughable!
you
are not this gnat
you
are deathless
everything you ever need
or could possibly want
is here
now
seek not
life in death
for it is not there
and never will be
you are deathless
now
only this
is true
there is no problem
that can ever
speak louder
than this
come what may,
it can never hurt you
deathlessness
has no price
what can assail the unassailable?
deathless is strong
though a million soldiers march,
it is for naught
hurricanes,
nuclear war,
even pepto bismol
assorted jokers all
what is deathless
cannot die
deathless
all things dissolve
before this truth,
before this might
oh how very safe
deathless is
we raise the ante
to everything,
for no fear is possible,
conceivable
in deathless
deathless,
no opposite
all else
a tiny, tiny,
tiny mad idea
a gnat
buzzing in God's ear,
ha!
do you really think
God
Reality
Infinity
Love
is threatened
by that,
a gnat
claiming to be
all of it!
claiming to have power
and control,
taking credit for its life,
its provision,
with intelligence enough
to dictate
all of existence?!
laughable!
laughable!
you
are not this gnat
you
are deathless
everything you ever need
or could possibly want
is here
now
seek not
life in death
for it is not there
and never will be
you are deathless
now
only this
is true
there is no problem
that can ever
speak louder
than this
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
of course i can!
of course,
i can!
perfect mirror image
i'm already here,
and i
had nothing
to do with it
do you SEE the miracle you are?
you just appear...
and everything else around you,
a whole world...
just happens!
and you're worried
there is not enough!@?
the kingdom of heaven
day after day after day...
sky
moon
rain
just happens
body
happening
laughter
happening
a cheery song...
even kittens!!
and you doubt miracles?!
what have you
ever had to do
with anything?
not even one blink of your eye...
not one tulip,
not one flake of snow...
pretty humbling
just a back seat
in this show
of course, i can "do" it...
i've got nothing to do with it
:-)
i can!
perfect mirror image
i'm already here,
and i
had nothing
to do with it
do you SEE the miracle you are?
you just appear...
and everything else around you,
a whole world...
just happens!
and you're worried
there is not enough!@?
the kingdom of heaven
day after day after day...
sky
moon
rain
just happens
body
happening
laughter
happening
a cheery song...
even kittens!!
and you doubt miracles?!
what have you
ever had to do
with anything?
not even one blink of your eye...
not one tulip,
not one flake of snow...
pretty humbling
just a back seat
in this show
of course, i can "do" it...
i've got nothing to do with it
:-)
Sunday, December 14, 2014
oh to meddle...
oh to meddle in the affairs of field mice!
they have their soldiers,
their ways
of surviving
the nightmare
you don't tell
a hallucinating man
it isn't there
you hold his hand
and listen
and stay by his side
knowing all the while
there is no problem
that needs to be solved
no criminal to be jailed
simply a frightened mouse
and isn't this
but a call for tenderness?
they have their soldiers,
their ways
of surviving
the nightmare
you don't tell
a hallucinating man
it isn't there
you hold his hand
and listen
and stay by his side
knowing all the while
there is no problem
that needs to be solved
no criminal to be jailed
simply a frightened mouse
and isn't this
but a call for tenderness?
where is darkness?
in tender solitude
the mayfly sings her sweet song
effortlessly the fireflies light
effortlessly the light goes out,
lifting spirits
can you look at light
and see darkness?
and where is it that there is not light?
for without light
it is impossible to see at all
so it is
there is only light to see
and where, sweetheart,
where is darkness now?
the mayfly sings her sweet song
effortlessly the fireflies light
effortlessly the light goes out,
lifting spirits
can you look at light
and see darkness?
and where is it that there is not light?
for without light
it is impossible to see at all
so it is
there is only light to see
and where, sweetheart,
where is darkness now?
Saturday, December 13, 2014
which track are you on?
there were
three race cars
running round the track
Mary was a bread winner,
Susie, the wine maker,
and Harry
had no idea what he was--
where to start,
where the finish line was.
Is there really a beginning,
middle, and end to a circle?
well, Coral Bell thought
it was the rough spot,
because when your car hits it,
it might flip over
and that would be the end
Mary, with all the bread,
needed to rise
to have it all turn out right,
so she considered the high edge
round the turn
to be the necessary act
before the finish
and Susie,
having to wait many years
for the wine to ferment
thought she may as well
cover every square inch of the track
in order to not miss anything
and perhaps uncover
some deep insight along the way
and last there was Harry
looking at them all.
He decided if he just
sat right in the center
and watched them all go by
he could have it all
without lifting a finger
but it wasn't until the rain started
and the snow fell
that they found out
they were really all
on the same track
and right now
it belonged
to the Snow
:-)
three race cars
running round the track
Mary was a bread winner,
Susie, the wine maker,
and Harry
had no idea what he was--
where to start,
where the finish line was.
Is there really a beginning,
middle, and end to a circle?
well, Coral Bell thought
it was the rough spot,
because when your car hits it,
it might flip over
and that would be the end
Mary, with all the bread,
needed to rise
to have it all turn out right,
so she considered the high edge
round the turn
to be the necessary act
before the finish
and Susie,
having to wait many years
for the wine to ferment
thought she may as well
cover every square inch of the track
in order to not miss anything
and perhaps uncover
some deep insight along the way
and last there was Harry
looking at them all.
He decided if he just
sat right in the center
and watched them all go by
he could have it all
without lifting a finger
but it wasn't until the rain started
and the snow fell
that they found out
they were really all
on the same track
and right now
it belonged
to the Snow
:-)
Friday, December 12, 2014
stiffened wire
stiffened wire,
the kind put in place
before they pour the cement,
reinforcement,
the troops
tamping down
tramping down
packing the hard clay
into its place
cast iron
cast away
cast in a play
casting
a spell
a very
dry
spell
where the mud
is rock hard
and liquid but sits on the surface
that photo IS you,
proof of your identity
it's the law, for heaven's sake!
the Law!
to oppose this "proof"
in anyway could actually put you
behind bars
oh what a frightened,
terrified sheriff this must be
what a thing to teach a little child
you
are these squirmy little shapes,
you
are this one sound,
you
are dust,
you
are simply
a color
so small,
so weak,
so in danger
but wait...
wait!
the child sees,
and leaves
silently in the night
she simply isn't there
in the morning when you go to wake her
(or perhaps she is shot down in broad daylight
in the middle of the street
by the frightened sheriff)
it.can.not.be! ...mind.is.speech.less
no answer
for this
One
and now it is you
who must open wide
must open to the Vastness,
the beyond all labels
and ask a real question
with all your Heart
What am I...
really?
without the mortar, bricks, and cement,
without the mold,
without any authority telling me,
without a map anyone has ever walked...
without any possibility of punishment...
or danger...
without a mother...
or a father...
without knowing
a single thing...
the kind put in place
before they pour the cement,
reinforcement,
the troops
tamping down
tramping down
packing the hard clay
into its place
cast iron
cast away
cast in a play
casting
a spell
a very
dry
spell
where the mud
is rock hard
and liquid but sits on the surface
that photo IS you,
proof of your identity
it's the law, for heaven's sake!
the Law!
to oppose this "proof"
in anyway could actually put you
behind bars
oh what a frightened,
terrified sheriff this must be
what a thing to teach a little child
you
are these squirmy little shapes,
you
are this one sound,
you
are dust,
you
are simply
a color
so small,
so weak,
so in danger
but wait...
wait!
the child sees,
and leaves
silently in the night
she simply isn't there
in the morning when you go to wake her
(or perhaps she is shot down in broad daylight
in the middle of the street
by the frightened sheriff)
it.can.not.be! ...mind.is.speech.less
no answer
for this
One
and now it is you
who must open wide
must open to the Vastness,
the beyond all labels
and ask a real question
with all your Heart
What am I...
really?
without the mortar, bricks, and cement,
without the mold,
without any authority telling me,
without a map anyone has ever walked...
without any possibility of punishment...
or danger...
without a mother...
or a father...
without knowing
a single thing...
Thursday, December 11, 2014
wall of protest
the bubble,
the veil,
the divider
the wall of protest
strewn with graffiti,
all saying,
pointing to
"this" is not me--
damn the war!
f**k the government,
police, spouse,
opposite sex,
corporations,
environmental degradation!
it is not 'I'
it is outside of 'i'
ha!
how many eons
has this scribbling gone on...
how much longer...
'til
the ink
dissolves,
the lie falls...
it IS you,
it IS You
what else could it be
that experiences this?
believes,
"sees"
who else's suffering is it
if not your
wound
cut out of your
very own soul
and left to rot
in hell?
come,
the wall of protest
IS
your safety
it IS
where you have hidden
every lie
to behold one day
for what it is
your very dearest Self
your very dearest Self, Love
the veil,
the divider
the wall of protest
strewn with graffiti,
all saying,
pointing to
"this" is not me--
damn the war!
f**k the government,
police, spouse,
opposite sex,
corporations,
environmental degradation!
it is not 'I'
it is outside of 'i'
ha!
how many eons
has this scribbling gone on...
how much longer...
'til
the ink
dissolves,
the lie falls...
it IS you,
it IS You
what else could it be
that experiences this?
believes,
"sees"
who else's suffering is it
if not your
wound
cut out of your
very own soul
and left to rot
in hell?
come,
the wall of protest
IS
your safety
it IS
where you have hidden
every lie
to behold one day
for what it is
your very dearest Self
your very dearest Self, Love
Huck Finn
would you marry Huck Finn
and pull the plug on his raft?
he was a traveling man,
couldn't sit still
was it his fault
you wanted a pony show?
something to show off,
cotton candy to eat,
fancy costumes
to cover
the empty shell
he walked on two toes
and still it wasn't enough
walk on air!
you said,
and he actually tried
but it was so damn hard
he fell to the earth
in tears
and you called him a sissy
oh my God,
is it really true
that men are from Mars
and women are from Venus,
or do we all just want
everything our way?
an image
that no one
can ever be
and pull the plug on his raft?
he was a traveling man,
couldn't sit still
was it his fault
you wanted a pony show?
something to show off,
cotton candy to eat,
fancy costumes
to cover
the empty shell
he walked on two toes
and still it wasn't enough
walk on air!
you said,
and he actually tried
but it was so damn hard
he fell to the earth
in tears
and you called him a sissy
oh my God,
is it really true
that men are from Mars
and women are from Venus,
or do we all just want
everything our way?
an image
that no one
can ever be
Monday, December 1, 2014
just right
bigger
bustier
sexier
more glamorous
taller
cuter
younger older
to "er" is to err
Godlilocks had it right
this chair IS just right
this boob is just right, ladies
and gentlemen!
it's absolutely PERFECT
thank God for it!
now!
thank God for now!
thank God for God!
really, what else is there to do?
it can never ever BE
different
thank God
i am not in charge
thank God
i haven't gotten all my wishes
thank God
i have no idea what is going on!
and can just enjoy the ride...
Alice
in Wonder
bustier
sexier
more glamorous
taller
cuter
younger older
to "er" is to err
Godlilocks had it right
this chair IS just right
this boob is just right, ladies
and gentlemen!
it's absolutely PERFECT
thank God for it!
now!
thank God for now!
thank God for God!
really, what else is there to do?
it can never ever BE
different
thank God
i am not in charge
thank God
i haven't gotten all my wishes
thank God
i have no idea what is going on!
and can just enjoy the ride...
Alice
in Wonder
can't keep up
no one
can "keep up"
with the mind
do more!
again!
again
again
again!
more, i say,
more!
bigger
better
stronger
faster
quicker, quicker, quicker!
smarter
prettier...
no, i'm exhausted
i can never ever ever
satisfy
mind...
she keeps dreaming it up
and i will never ever ever
match
her dream
good to know
if you are depressed,
here's why
:-)
can "keep up"
with the mind
do more!
again!
again
again
again!
more, i say,
more!
bigger
better
stronger
faster
quicker, quicker, quicker!
smarter
prettier...
no, i'm exhausted
i can never ever ever
satisfy
mind...
she keeps dreaming it up
and i will never ever ever
match
her dream
good to know
if you are depressed,
here's why
:-)
Saturday, November 29, 2014
pancakes or nightmare?
would you ask a waitress
to be the President?
no.
she would not know where to start,
overwhelmed
and bewildered
so it is when you give thought
the power of decision
to rule your life
it is in no position,
has no knowledge,
no experience,
no qualification
this moment,
this Virginity
is foreign soil
to thought
it has never been here,
nor can it ever be
"in the moment"
it is always delayed,
always an after thought
nothing happens
and thought says it did--
conceptualizes it
it never is experience,
only a story
later
it has no power to make decisions
because
she is NOT there,
she cannot rule when she is NOT there,
a "decision" is made, and she says "i did it"
she's only a reporter
and always gets it wrong,
beCause she wasn't there
thought and reality
never meet
thought is the absence
of reality
she can't enter the Oval Office,
it just isn't possible
simply let her serve up pancakes dripping with maple syrup,
but do not give her the job of Director or expert witness...
unless that is
you're in the mood for a nightmare...
to be the President?
no.
she would not know where to start,
overwhelmed
and bewildered
so it is when you give thought
the power of decision
to rule your life
it is in no position,
has no knowledge,
no experience,
no qualification
this moment,
this Virginity
is foreign soil
to thought
it has never been here,
nor can it ever be
"in the moment"
it is always delayed,
always an after thought
nothing happens
and thought says it did--
conceptualizes it
it never is experience,
only a story
later
it has no power to make decisions
because
she is NOT there,
she cannot rule when she is NOT there,
a "decision" is made, and she says "i did it"
she's only a reporter
and always gets it wrong,
beCause she wasn't there
thought and reality
never meet
thought is the absence
of reality
she can't enter the Oval Office,
it just isn't possible
simply let her serve up pancakes dripping with maple syrup,
but do not give her the job of Director or expert witness...
unless that is
you're in the mood for a nightmare...
Friday, November 28, 2014
not i
not i
take i out of the equation,
because i is always one too many,
i is the error in the math,
in navigation,
i makes haywire of all signals--
every signal gets hijacked,
directed at "me"
mass miscommunication,
talk about net neutrality...
take i out of it,
and just see what happens
i, the cause of all war,
i against i,
this thought
against that thought,
fighting fighting fighting,
to seem to have a life,
to extend it's illusion of time...
not i,
and the birds are free again,
the migration of a million geese
isn't halted
in "my" interest
the motor isn't silenced,
the face isn't slapped,
the the tied tongue
is loosened
in the Space,
no need to talk
now
not i,
what would you like, dear?
how can i serve,
invisibly,
no i needs to notice
can i make someone's life easier?
can i just be a hearth
for their words and feelings?
not i
the medicine
that dissolves
all opposition
take i out of the equation,
because i is always one too many,
i is the error in the math,
in navigation,
i makes haywire of all signals--
every signal gets hijacked,
directed at "me"
mass miscommunication,
talk about net neutrality...
take i out of it,
and just see what happens
i, the cause of all war,
i against i,
this thought
against that thought,
fighting fighting fighting,
to seem to have a life,
to extend it's illusion of time...
not i,
and the birds are free again,
the migration of a million geese
isn't halted
in "my" interest
the motor isn't silenced,
the face isn't slapped,
the the tied tongue
is loosened
in the Space,
no need to talk
now
not i,
what would you like, dear?
how can i serve,
invisibly,
no i needs to notice
can i make someone's life easier?
can i just be a hearth
for their words and feelings?
not i
the medicine
that dissolves
all opposition
Saturday, November 15, 2014
teachers
a million
trillion
teachers,
masters,
rush
float
lift
swirl
dart
suddenly change direction,
dangle upward
weightlessly
never before
never again
no size
no shape
no speed
no location
predictable
nor predicted
no thing like
the moment before
dashing downward
sworling up
teachers,
every one
from the finest particle
to the clumping collective,
perfect positioning
resting on the "roof",
piling on the pile
never born, She
never dies, She
names can never hold--
never ever delineate
the continual imperceptible
wonders
without any understanding at all,
what is there to know?
we say "snow flakes"
and there is no way
it can contain
this Infinite Wildness.
Nature.
Master.
Teacher.
trillion
teachers,
masters,
rush
float
lift
swirl
dart
suddenly change direction,
dangle upward
weightlessly
never before
never again
no size
no shape
no speed
no location
predictable
nor predicted
no thing like
the moment before
dashing downward
sworling up
teachers,
every one
from the finest particle
to the clumping collective,
perfect positioning
resting on the "roof",
piling on the pile
never born, She
never dies, She
names can never hold--
never ever delineate
the continual imperceptible
wonders
without any understanding at all,
what is there to know?
we say "snow flakes"
and there is no way
it can contain
this Infinite Wildness.
Nature.
Master.
Teacher.
Friday, November 14, 2014
qualified?
ok, so you think
the entire Universe
should be different
every man, woman,
and child should be
more loving
traffic should be faster,
the air cleaner,
he should look at you
like no other woman ever,
the grass should be green
every day of the year--
everyone should be happy
with all of your demands,
"your" politician should win
and the other crooks
should go to jail,
there is not one thing
in this Universe
you would not change...
and just what
are your credentials?
the entire Universe
should be different
every man, woman,
and child should be
more loving
traffic should be faster,
the air cleaner,
he should look at you
like no other woman ever,
the grass should be green
every day of the year--
everyone should be happy
with all of your demands,
"your" politician should win
and the other crooks
should go to jail,
there is not one thing
in this Universe
you would not change...
and just what
are your credentials?
Thursday, November 13, 2014
without guilt
without guilt,
do you see
the distribution of wellness?
there is no lack
of Awareness,
there is no flower
without beauty
see how your mind
flowers!
without fear...
see how there is no
poison
that can ever kill
awareness
bombs may drop,
blood may flow,
but only
in the presence
of Awareness
no bomb
can kill awareness
no hate
has any power
to move
awareness
here
is the stable,
The Presence
guilt would try
to convince you
it alone is powerful
but just take a look
at any flower...
and you will see
it is not so
do you see
the distribution of wellness?
there is no lack
of Awareness,
there is no flower
without beauty
see how your mind
flowers!
without fear...
see how there is no
poison
that can ever kill
awareness
bombs may drop,
blood may flow,
but only
in the presence
of Awareness
no bomb
can kill awareness
no hate
has any power
to move
awareness
here
is the stable,
The Presence
guilt would try
to convince you
it alone is powerful
but just take a look
at any flower...
and you will see
it is not so
catch or release?
this con-trap-tion,
we call a mind,
eats, lives, nourishes itself
on contrarios,
breakfast,
lunch,
dinner...
give me your tired,
your poor, your sick...
i will mash them up
and put them in my bowl,
tasty treats,
sugarcoated
deserts
the more color!
the greater the inflation
to mask its nothingness,
the better
O my
what emptiness it is
i seem to distract myself with...
this con-trap-tion
called the mind,
that makes no thing into something...
the emperor's new clothes
and we all stand around
appalled
at the story on the internet,
mouths open--
no!
what vileness
this world holds
yes, dear one,
yes
it's caught you,
the hook is in your mouth!
would you bite down harder now
or
release it?
we call a mind,
eats, lives, nourishes itself
on contrarios,
breakfast,
lunch,
dinner...
give me your tired,
your poor, your sick...
i will mash them up
and put them in my bowl,
tasty treats,
sugarcoated
deserts
the more color!
the greater the inflation
to mask its nothingness,
the better
O my
what emptiness it is
i seem to distract myself with...
this con-trap-tion
called the mind,
that makes no thing into something...
the emperor's new clothes
and we all stand around
appalled
at the story on the internet,
mouths open--
no!
what vileness
this world holds
yes, dear one,
yes
it's caught you,
the hook is in your mouth!
would you bite down harder now
or
release it?
grandpa
grandpa smiled
at his grandson
as he told him
how he saw
a snake
THISsssssssss long...
as long as a....
really, Grandpa,
i swear!
and grandpa knew
it WAS true for the boy
He adored this child
there was not one thing
he could ever say or do
to make him see him
as anything but innocent
for grandpa's Heart
had seen it All,
and behold
it was All
very, very good
He, too, had been a boy once,
and he understood.
at his grandson
as he told him
how he saw
a snake
THISsssssssss long...
as long as a....
really, Grandpa,
i swear!
and grandpa knew
it WAS true for the boy
He adored this child
there was not one thing
he could ever say or do
to make him see him
as anything but innocent
for grandpa's Heart
had seen it All,
and behold
it was All
very, very good
He, too, had been a boy once,
and he understood.
Monday, November 10, 2014
the Apostles
the Apostles held their sway
the moment
they could see no other
the bygones were
gone
revelers hold clairvoyance
in their Hearts,
see with Eyes
unblocked by learning
there's only ever been
One
the constancy of this
Unspeakable Reverence
silences
even the most
talkative
all things
shall pass
in quiet
now
there is no pull,
no string
that could ever
waste God,
fool
the Horizon,
the Depth
is Endless,
that's All
i know
the moment
they could see no other
the bygones were
gone
revelers hold clairvoyance
in their Hearts,
see with Eyes
unblocked by learning
there's only ever been
One
the constancy of this
Unspeakable Reverence
silences
even the most
talkative
all things
shall pass
in quiet
now
there is no pull,
no string
that could ever
waste God,
fool
the Horizon,
the Depth
is Endless,
that's All
i know
time to vomit
the price of peace
is materialism
is this what you really want?
fabric by the yard sale,
old worn out washing machines
in the land filled
over the brim stone
with stuff?
stuffed to the max
with stuffing
on Thanksgiving?
will the stuffed belly
really ever make you full?
isn't it about time to vomit?
to throw up your hands,
your cash cows
into the air?
that Emptiness
can once more
be Open
to the wind?
that breath isn't seized,
but free
to be
what it is
where it is
when it is?
isn't it time to see
that no box
can ever hold
Everything
outside it,
and the more
you try
to collect the stars
the less light
you will shine?
for there is
only One
pure Source
of Illumination
and that lantern
is You
to lay down
everything you own
is HOW
the light gets out
into the world,
that you
can actually SEE
and FEEL
the Radiance
a light
locked in a closet
beneath a thousand
shopping sprees
is not gone out,
but it is
unseen
is materialism
is this what you really want?
fabric by the yard sale,
old worn out washing machines
in the land filled
over the brim stone
with stuff?
stuffed to the max
with stuffing
on Thanksgiving?
will the stuffed belly
really ever make you full?
isn't it about time to vomit?
to throw up your hands,
your cash cows
into the air?
that Emptiness
can once more
be Open
to the wind?
that breath isn't seized,
but free
to be
what it is
where it is
when it is?
isn't it time to see
that no box
can ever hold
Everything
outside it,
and the more
you try
to collect the stars
the less light
you will shine?
for there is
only One
pure Source
of Illumination
and that lantern
is You
to lay down
everything you own
is HOW
the light gets out
into the world,
that you
can actually SEE
and FEEL
the Radiance
a light
locked in a closet
beneath a thousand
shopping sprees
is not gone out,
but it is
unseen
hovering
it simply hovered there
in the dimensionless place
like a silent helicopter
waiting for permission
to enter,
to infiltrate
this body,
and pretend
to be it
this morning,
doing the dishes,
it appeared
and i saw the thought
literally hovering,
"you should get started"
and i saw clearly it wasn't true
i saw clearly it had no authority,
no back up,
no proof,
it wore no badge,
and had not been
elected to office
it was really so sparse,
so harmless,
so innocent,
a question...hanging in the air
like an old familiar bird
on his route south
and
i didn't collapse/contract/shrink
into her
i didn't go there,
become it
i just watched her
as the Vast Space
and she went away
in the dimensionless place
like a silent helicopter
waiting for permission
to enter,
to infiltrate
this body,
and pretend
to be it
this morning,
doing the dishes,
it appeared
and i saw the thought
literally hovering,
"you should get started"
and i saw clearly it wasn't true
i saw clearly it had no authority,
no back up,
no proof,
it wore no badge,
and had not been
elected to office
it was really so sparse,
so harmless,
so innocent,
a question...hanging in the air
like an old familiar bird
on his route south
and
i didn't collapse/contract/shrink
into her
i didn't go there,
become it
i just watched her
as the Vast Space
and she went away
settle in
settle
in ward
can you feel it?
relax INto
the Space you are
settle in
there is no colonizing
that will ever
clear this Space
that is You
Heaven,
the Heaven,
the fragrance,
the Epitome
You are
you can't grab
another,
another's experience
and call it your own
no matter how many books you read,
poems,
salutations
and awakenings...
not one
will give you
what you
already
are
in ward
can you feel it?
relax INto
the Space you are
settle in
there is no colonizing
that will ever
clear this Space
that is You
Heaven,
the Heaven,
the fragrance,
the Epitome
You are
you can't grab
another,
another's experience
and call it your own
no matter how many books you read,
poems,
salutations
and awakenings...
not one
will give you
what you
already
are
tasting space
the deeper Guide,
the Heart,
knows
the truth
until the crows are actually silent
how could one
taste
the space
of a million silent birds
where once raucous cries
filled the sky
day and night,
calm is palpable,
the heavy pressure,
the sick feeling,
the anxious gnawing static
now resting
quietly in the shade
by the river
with only an occasional
giggle
and guffaw
at the once
impenetrable blanket
laid over the Sun!
can you imagine
what a feat for a two-year-old!
what an amazing feat!
oh
to see the silliness
of such a prankster
gone in an instant,
a flash of smoke
without
one cinder left
to mark its passing
the Heart,
knows
the truth
until the crows are actually silent
how could one
taste
the space
of a million silent birds
where once raucous cries
filled the sky
day and night,
calm is palpable,
the heavy pressure,
the sick feeling,
the anxious gnawing static
now resting
quietly in the shade
by the river
with only an occasional
giggle
and guffaw
at the once
impenetrable blanket
laid over the Sun!
can you imagine
what a feat for a two-year-old!
what an amazing feat!
oh
to see the silliness
of such a prankster
gone in an instant,
a flash of smoke
without
one cinder left
to mark its passing
the silent killer: belief
to bite the apple
is to believe the thought,
the story,
to fall for it
(it's so quiet,
so unseen,
so unnoticed)
i am
the only one
that can bite it,
and in that bite
a entire world,
entire
world!
a whole different
cast of characters,
villains
are born
to bite the apple,
the moment i believe,
"you should get started",
guilt,
a character: 'you' is born
right there
drama,
good and evil
IF you believe it
i need
do nothing
stillness,
awareness
is everything
watch
do you see
how unnecessary that coffee is?
that chocolate?
that should...?
the end of the rainbow
is here,
this is
the pot of gold--
the absence of belief
literally shines
so brightly--
nothing should be different.
nothing
should be different
you wanted to meet God:
this is It.
no story will ever make it different
the Inquisition is over.
burning at the stake
is over!
i see the apple
and it has no appeal.
guilt has lost its luster
i see
i am
so very very fine
without it
amen.
is to believe the thought,
the story,
to fall for it
(it's so quiet,
so unseen,
so unnoticed)
i am
the only one
that can bite it,
and in that bite
a entire world,
entire
world!
a whole different
cast of characters,
villains
are born
to bite the apple,
the moment i believe,
"you should get started",
guilt,
a character: 'you' is born
right there
drama,
good and evil
IF you believe it
i need
do nothing
stillness,
awareness
is everything
watch
do you see
how unnecessary that coffee is?
that chocolate?
that should...?
the end of the rainbow
is here,
this is
the pot of gold--
the absence of belief
literally shines
so brightly--
nothing should be different.
nothing
should be different
you wanted to meet God:
this is It.
no story will ever make it different
the Inquisition is over.
burning at the stake
is over!
i see the apple
and it has no appeal.
guilt has lost its luster
i see
i am
so very very fine
without it
amen.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
the fairy light touch
the fairy light touch
the wand
has turned the straw into gold,
the pumpkin into a coach,
it is
but this,
only this
fairy stuff
that tells of the true,
the Heart
that is married
to every Rapunzel,
every cornstalk,
every hurricane,
and sugar cane
there is NO EVIL
in this world
it is but the wand
of forgiveness
that removes the blinders
from your eyes,
the black soot
your guilt laid upon
every loving star,
every innocent frog
Prince of Peace
is the only
Heart
that beats
in every Son set
the table has never
ever ever
been empty
oh, for Heaven's sakes,
Honey,
what in the world was i thinking?@!
it's shining!
Just shining!
Everywhere!
the wand
has turned the straw into gold,
the pumpkin into a coach,
it is
but this,
only this
fairy stuff
that tells of the true,
the Heart
that is married
to every Rapunzel,
every cornstalk,
every hurricane,
and sugar cane
there is NO EVIL
in this world
it is but the wand
of forgiveness
that removes the blinders
from your eyes,
the black soot
your guilt laid upon
every loving star,
every innocent frog
Prince of Peace
is the only
Heart
that beats
in every Son set
the table has never
ever ever
been empty
oh, for Heaven's sakes,
Honey,
what in the world was i thinking?@!
it's shining!
Just shining!
Everywhere!
Saturday, November 8, 2014
hmmm...
the creator/perceiver
of a problem
can hold no answer
its purpose,
its life
its motto
is simply
"there is a problem,
there is always a problem
and always will be a problem"
i am the one who interprets
Reality/Love
as a problem
to solve
problem: a narrow point of view,
limited vantage point,
simply cannot see the whole,
infinite points of view
raised by
educated by
a narrow point of view--
a bias: problems are real,
abundant and unending
educated to study problems,
the history of problems,
to study wars and famines,
not the absence of...
taught by the same mind that worships problems,
we were told to look to this creator of problems
for "advice"
no class
ever
on the absence of problems,
the Spaceless Space
no, it was the joker's show
the Openness,
the free
Love,
the ever merciful
Heart,
Grace,
the clear sky
the clean water
the fresh air
the space between the words,
between thoughts,
the gaps in the system
the ease
and laughter,
no one ever taught you
the Eternal Laughter,
ever laughing...
no,
there was no class
on This
isn't it funny
we paid tuition,
thousands and thousands
of dollars
and
taxes
to teach us
every moment of the day
that problems
are real?
of a problem
can hold no answer
its purpose,
its life
its motto
is simply
"there is a problem,
there is always a problem
and always will be a problem"
i am the one who interprets
Reality/Love
as a problem
to solve
problem: a narrow point of view,
limited vantage point,
simply cannot see the whole,
infinite points of view
raised by
educated by
a narrow point of view--
a bias: problems are real,
abundant and unending
educated to study problems,
the history of problems,
to study wars and famines,
not the absence of...
taught by the same mind that worships problems,
we were told to look to this creator of problems
for "advice"
no class
ever
on the absence of problems,
the Spaceless Space
no, it was the joker's show
the Openness,
the free
Love,
the ever merciful
Heart,
Grace,
the clear sky
the clean water
the fresh air
the space between the words,
between thoughts,
the gaps in the system
the ease
and laughter,
no one ever taught you
the Eternal Laughter,
ever laughing...
no,
there was no class
on This
isn't it funny
we paid tuition,
thousands and thousands
of dollars
and
taxes
to teach us
every moment of the day
that problems
are real?
stillness
what could possibly be "off"
about a river?
only in the stillness
can i see
the shimmering fish
like a painting in a gallery
how else can you possibly
see it
inhale it
imbibe its juiciness
without
BEING with Her
complete stillness
to see
to experience
to feel the color RED!
piled upon violet
next to the sashay of "yellow"
there is no name for this,
the intravenous injection
of That
which can never be named
it's just for me
to be
still
and experience
what could possibly
be "off" about a river...?
about a river?
only in the stillness
can i see
the shimmering fish
like a painting in a gallery
how else can you possibly
see it
inhale it
imbibe its juiciness
without
BEING with Her
complete stillness
to see
to experience
to feel the color RED!
piled upon violet
next to the sashay of "yellow"
there is no name for this,
the intravenous injection
of That
which can never be named
it's just for me
to be
still
and experience
what could possibly
be "off" about a river...?
really?
you can't be "off"
Reality can't be
different than it is
BE with this...
if you have a thought
you are "off",
just notice
(this screamer!)
how old is she?
notice
what she is wearing,
the lipstick,
the slinky black dress,
the coolness,
sleek
dangly earrings,
"you're off!"
she says,
this image,
do you see
it's make believe
talking?
literally
a hallucination
she's not even here
her feet never touch the earth,
she lives in your head--
never breathes air,
never sees or feels
one thing you do
she doesn't know even know
any thing or any one
she's never met a real person!
she's not even as real as
a puff of smoke,
not for one instant
she has never been born
and can never die--
like a tape recorder,
she has no soul,
no heart,
no skin
she never sleeps
and never wakes,
just like a photograph,
she can't even walk
or drive a car...
or have a life!
so
would you really
look to her
as your guide?
really?
you can't be "off"...
no matter what
"she"says
Reality
can not
be
different
than it is
Reality can't be
different than it is
BE with this...
if you have a thought
you are "off",
just notice
(this screamer!)
how old is she?
notice
what she is wearing,
the lipstick,
the slinky black dress,
the coolness,
sleek
dangly earrings,
"you're off!"
she says,
this image,
do you see
it's make believe
talking?
literally
a hallucination
she's not even here
her feet never touch the earth,
she lives in your head--
never breathes air,
never sees or feels
one thing you do
she doesn't know even know
any thing or any one
she's never met a real person!
she's not even as real as
a puff of smoke,
not for one instant
she has never been born
and can never die--
like a tape recorder,
she has no soul,
no heart,
no skin
she never sleeps
and never wakes,
just like a photograph,
she can't even walk
or drive a car...
or have a life!
so
would you really
look to her
as your guide?
really?
you can't be "off"...
no matter what
"she"says
Reality
can not
be
different
than it is
Friday, November 7, 2014
never land
it's never been true
an after thought (label, concept)
has NO relation
to reality,
what happened
a generalization
can never be
reality
never
a label
can never
be what it refers to
it's always
looking back,
creating a "thing"
boundaries
and boxes
out of what never was,
the seamless
undefinable
inconceivable
without a capsule
isn't it plain to see
how extremely limited
your sight is?
what about the 270 degrees
behind you and on both sides,
not to mention
above your head
and below your feet
you are completely blind to
how could you possibly claim
to have context?
possibly claim to know what is going on
on the other side of the earth,
much less
in another head?
what in the world!!
how could any of us really think
we could BE inside
of another--know them?
and this is daily talk,
taken for granted--
like leaves on a tree--
this WILD ass(ed)umption!
just pause for
one
instant,
honey,
for one
instant.
lay down this one thought
and
omg
do you see
the technicolor
infinite
Universe
that sleeps
beside you!
talk about exploring outer space--
oh oh ode to joy!
it is but this "inner space"
that
never ever ever ever
ends...
"it's" all over
already
"it's" never
been true
an after thought (label, concept)
has NO relation
to reality,
what happened
a generalization
can never be
reality
never
a label
can never
be what it refers to
it's always
looking back,
creating a "thing"
boundaries
and boxes
out of what never was,
the seamless
undefinable
inconceivable
without a capsule
isn't it plain to see
how extremely limited
your sight is?
what about the 270 degrees
behind you and on both sides,
not to mention
above your head
and below your feet
you are completely blind to
how could you possibly claim
to have context?
possibly claim to know what is going on
on the other side of the earth,
much less
in another head?
what in the world!!
how could any of us really think
we could BE inside
of another--know them?
and this is daily talk,
taken for granted--
like leaves on a tree--
this WILD ass(ed)umption!
just pause for
one
instant,
honey,
for one
instant.
lay down this one thought
and
omg
do you see
the technicolor
infinite
Universe
that sleeps
beside you!
talk about exploring outer space--
oh oh ode to joy!
it is but this "inner space"
that
never ever ever ever
ends...
"it's" all over
already
"it's" never
been true
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
natural brilliance
underlying brilliance
shone through,
all the way through!
i mean in every particle
there was no blocking the Source,
the Intelligence
think about it--
even a lie
is just sort of a backward way of talking,
a long way around the pond--
i wanted to say "i love you"
but it came out all garbled
and sounded like
screaming and crying,
but my heart was behind
the scene, Love
my Heart, was behind
even that scene
shining in
the "damn",
the limited view
was doing the very best
it could,
given it could only see
one particle
of the whole creation
so much compassion
is available
when we see this
you can't expect an ant
to know what life looks like
through the eyes of a bird, honey
at best i can imagine
a snakeskin
slithering
footless,
legless,
but i can never truly know
a snake's life
magic happens
when my eyes do attempt this though
i can see
how my foot
just stomped out
the life of an ant
and i didn't even know it
natural brilliance
is so ready
every where
as soon as you
ask!
shone through,
all the way through!
i mean in every particle
there was no blocking the Source,
the Intelligence
think about it--
even a lie
is just sort of a backward way of talking,
a long way around the pond--
i wanted to say "i love you"
but it came out all garbled
and sounded like
screaming and crying,
but my heart was behind
the scene, Love
my Heart, was behind
even that scene
shining in
the "damn",
the limited view
was doing the very best
it could,
given it could only see
one particle
of the whole creation
so much compassion
is available
when we see this
you can't expect an ant
to know what life looks like
through the eyes of a bird, honey
at best i can imagine
a snakeskin
slithering
footless,
legless,
but i can never truly know
a snake's life
magic happens
when my eyes do attempt this though
i can see
how my foot
just stomped out
the life of an ant
and i didn't even know it
natural brilliance
is so ready
every where
as soon as you
ask!
impostor
impostor
is a lot of work
the costume
the face paint
the accent
the exaggerated gestures
and painstaking postures
held long enough (endlessly)
to convince another
a lie is true
how long will that take?
how long has it been attempted?
it's really a wonder
we're all still walking around,
laughing--
good thing for humor--
the good Humor Man
that can laugh,
that can't be fooled
by a halloween costume
trick or treat?
i pose to myself
each moment
denial
or integrity?
death or life?
poisoned candy, my darling?!
or would i place my fingers
gently on the buttons of
this costume,
and one by one
open,
reveal
what's been hidden
under
this heavy layer of whitewashing
would i let the soil
show itself to the world/me?
i
am not what i have claimed to be, sir
let me wear nothing now
but a window,
a clear transparent window,
that the sun can penetrate
and the dark cannot hide
let me do nothing
to convince you
i am what i am not
the fullerbrush salesman
would retire
your hair is already oh so naturally brilliant
is a lot of work
the costume
the face paint
the accent
the exaggerated gestures
and painstaking postures
held long enough (endlessly)
to convince another
a lie is true
how long will that take?
how long has it been attempted?
it's really a wonder
we're all still walking around,
laughing--
good thing for humor--
the good Humor Man
that can laugh,
that can't be fooled
by a halloween costume
trick or treat?
i pose to myself
each moment
denial
or integrity?
death or life?
poisoned candy, my darling?!
or would i place my fingers
gently on the buttons of
this costume,
and one by one
open,
reveal
what's been hidden
under
this heavy layer of whitewashing
would i let the soil
show itself to the world/me?
i
am not what i have claimed to be, sir
let me wear nothing now
but a window,
a clear transparent window,
that the sun can penetrate
and the dark cannot hide
let me do nothing
to convince you
i am what i am not
the fullerbrush salesman
would retire
your hair is already oh so naturally brilliant
rest
rest now
in the Almighty Tabernacle
the bird will wait
outside the door
her wings close to her side,
eyes closing in the sun,
beak bowed to the ground
there is no hurry to flock,
no need to leave the ground
there is electricity
in the stillness
decharging
the
attraction of the poles
magnetic splinters abound,
yet all the same pull
rest
is the feast
rest
is the fullness
without that thought...
without any thought...
there is no effort
beCause you are not the doer,
you are done
it's such a simple, funny thing/realization
when you put down your tools...
you can rest
no one was ever making you do anything,
think anything,
believe anything
when you sit down...
oh my, oh my, oh my...
you.can.rest...
how incredibly (unbelievably) simple
in the Almighty Tabernacle
the bird will wait
outside the door
her wings close to her side,
eyes closing in the sun,
beak bowed to the ground
there is no hurry to flock,
no need to leave the ground
there is electricity
in the stillness
decharging
the
attraction of the poles
magnetic splinters abound,
yet all the same pull
rest
is the feast
rest
is the fullness
without that thought...
without any thought...
there is no effort
beCause you are not the doer,
you are done
it's such a simple, funny thing/realization
when you put down your tools...
you can rest
no one was ever making you do anything,
think anything,
believe anything
when you sit down...
oh my, oh my, oh my...
you.can.rest...
how incredibly (unbelievably) simple
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
speed
why is speed revered? (speed is good...speed is God. is it true?)
have you ever wondered?
is it really
beneficial
right now?
in this moment?
what if
i slow down
and notice
this is what I've always wanted
speed,
like the drug,
was a drug
to keep me speeding.
no wonder
i missed Everything
on the way
to no where
have you ever wondered?
is it really
beneficial
right now?
in this moment?
what if
i slow down
and notice
this is what I've always wanted
speed,
like the drug,
was a drug
to keep me speeding.
no wonder
i missed Everything
on the way
to no where
Thursday, October 30, 2014
false images
do not worship idols
do not invest,
put your heart
into false images
or you will suffer
don't invest yourself
in a fantasy
see the arrogance of it,
you were mistaught
do not doubt
your capacity
to unlearn,
(do This Work),
when you have created an entire world,
made hell out of Heaven,
killed God/Love
find hurt where there is none,
see danger while sitting safely
on your living room couch
the Judge Your Neighbor Worksheet
is a clear picture of your false images,
the way we want it to be,
how he should be
every time you hurt
notice the false image--
the one that isn't,
that doesn't exist
(it's called comparison--
reality and a false image)
if you worship a false god
you will hurt
because you can never have
what isn't
do not invest,
put your heart
into false images
or you will suffer
don't invest yourself
in a fantasy
see the arrogance of it,
you were mistaught
do not doubt
your capacity
to unlearn,
(do This Work),
when you have created an entire world,
made hell out of Heaven,
killed God/Love
find hurt where there is none,
see danger while sitting safely
on your living room couch
the Judge Your Neighbor Worksheet
is a clear picture of your false images,
the way we want it to be,
how he should be
every time you hurt
notice the false image--
the one that isn't,
that doesn't exist
(it's called comparison--
reality and a false image)
if you worship a false god
you will hurt
because you can never have
what isn't
Sunday, October 26, 2014
you have arrived
I am the doorway
for the traveler to pass through
you have arrived
at the place you were always seeking,
where you can unload it all
not even a body
to weigh you down
oh yes,
the mercy of Heaven is real indeed, sister,
real indeed!
I am the Sanctuary
to worship
the free
no laws
no rules
no back and forth
you have passed through
you have seen at last
that you
can never be
contained in a thought,
only that thoughts
appear and disappear in You
I am
the doorway to Love
come in,
and roast!
for the traveler to pass through
you have arrived
at the place you were always seeking,
where you can unload it all
not even a body
to weigh you down
oh yes,
the mercy of Heaven is real indeed, sister,
real indeed!
I am the Sanctuary
to worship
the free
no laws
no rules
no back and forth
you have passed through
you have seen at last
that you
can never be
contained in a thought,
only that thoughts
appear and disappear in You
I am
the doorway to Love
come in,
and roast!
Refuge
I am
the Refuge
I am the state of mind
where all
the crying of the world,
the moaning,
the shrieking damnation
is given rest
Oh come, weary ancient thoughts,
dearest children who have bumped your knee,
bumped into a thoughtvalanche,
a mountain
of seeming no escape,
the tension of walking a tightrope
day after day after day...
I am
the Refuge
I am
the wake
of your suffering
It is here
your suffering can finally be laid to rest
She never did
protect you
I am
the Refuge
as you enter the Safe Space
archaic weapons
simply gather dust
in the corner
oh so much easier to whirl
without a cannon
'round my neck!
laughter is so natural
looking back
I am
the Refuge
come, Sweethearts, come
the Refuge
I am the state of mind
where all
the crying of the world,
the moaning,
the shrieking damnation
is given rest
Oh come, weary ancient thoughts,
dearest children who have bumped your knee,
bumped into a thoughtvalanche,
a mountain
of seeming no escape,
the tension of walking a tightrope
day after day after day...
I am
the Refuge
I am
the wake
of your suffering
It is here
your suffering can finally be laid to rest
She never did
protect you
I am
the Refuge
as you enter the Safe Space
archaic weapons
simply gather dust
in the corner
oh so much easier to whirl
without a cannon
'round my neck!
laughter is so natural
looking back
I am
the Refuge
come, Sweethearts, come
Saturday, October 25, 2014
gentle
be gentle
with the insane
i/they
are terribly frightened
i
am lost,
abandoned,
wished dead
by my Mother,
by all the Universe,
trees
sky
earth
how wretched a mind
to cohabit
Oh Dearest,
be gentle today,
with your self,
and every soul who passed through
your mind,
every criminal,
corporation,
politician,
lover,
the most wretched
of the earth,
be gentle, honey
with the insane
i/they
are terribly frightened
i
am lost,
abandoned,
wished dead
by my Mother,
by all the Universe,
trees
sky
earth
how wretched a mind
to cohabit
Oh Dearest,
be gentle today,
with your self,
and every soul who passed through
your mind,
every criminal,
corporation,
politician,
lover,
the most wretched
of the earth,
be gentle, honey
no agenda
how very miniscule the world is,
all the reaches of the stars
throughout all of time,
compared with one instant of stillness.
all the reaches of the stars
throughout all of time,
compared with one instant of stillness.
breathless,
no one comes
to go
no thing comes
to pass
no stair well,
no ladder,
to Heaven
nor to hell
without an agenda...
let this be, dear one,
that is all
let it be,
without an agenda...
that is all
the all encompassing truth,
where ever you look,
whatever direction
you can possibly imagine
God is...
prior to "you"
no one comes
to go
no thing comes
to pass
no stair well,
no ladder,
to Heaven
nor to hell
without an agenda...
let this be, dear one,
that is all
let it be,
without an agenda...
that is all
the all encompassing truth,
where ever you look,
whatever direction
you can possibly imagine
God is...
prior to "you"
Get close to you
i don't know
why geese fly south
why the north is cold
or deserts hot
or cowboys are from the west
i only know
that everyone on this planet wants a rest
from weary travelers
of mind
so long on the road
so long the caravans laden with boxes
promising
tomorrow will be better,
tomorrow,
down the road,
over there,
in HIS shoes,
or her body,
of if i had that face,
or that corporation's money,
or the military's power,
oh soldier,
you do!
this universe
within you
is your resting place
behind each symbol,
behind death and unfairness,
the most unfair bitter taste
in my mouth
is Heaven
look closely, dear One,
come very very close
to this mirror,
get as close as you possibly can,
every freckle, whisker, crevas.
magnify it, open it, take it apart
and see the
space
all it ever
wanted was the awareness of Love
it was your hiding place
from Love
now the cat IS
out of the bag.
The moment you see
your dearest Self wholly unharmed
by any condition ever
is the end of all illusion
the trick didn't work.
magic
is not reality
i don't need a black hat
to hug my bunny
she is already.
Only Love.
Look closely at every hiding place
and you will find it.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
the perfect chair
Feel the kindness of the chair,
it cradles you,
cushions you,
supports your back,
insulates you from the cold of the floor,
absorbs the warmth of the sun for you
completely silent,
ever still
100% service
so willing
so humble
so patient
i will be still a lifetime,
i need be nothing but a chair,
not a flower, nor a bird, nor a cat, nor a roaring locomotive!
no, to be what i am
is the highest nobilitiy
to be
that which i am
for to be what i am not
is to surely fail
to step
one inch away
from what i am,
to set one eye on my brother's collar,
to desire one tiny hair
is death.
death at my own hand.
set your eye
on your own heart
feet, hands
feel the kindness
you are
be
the kindness
you are
the only life
there is
no one else's life
is yours
feel the kindness in this
you are in the perfect place,
time, space
body,
job
relationship
house
country
you are sitting in the perfect chair
for you
it makes perfect sense
anything else is non-sense
it cradles you,
cushions you,
supports your back,
insulates you from the cold of the floor,
absorbs the warmth of the sun for you
completely silent,
ever still
100% service
so willing
so humble
so patient
i will be still a lifetime,
i need be nothing but a chair,
not a flower, nor a bird, nor a cat, nor a roaring locomotive!
no, to be what i am
is the highest nobilitiy
to be
that which i am
for to be what i am not
is to surely fail
to step
one inch away
from what i am,
to set one eye on my brother's collar,
to desire one tiny hair
is death.
death at my own hand.
set your eye
on your own heart
feet, hands
feel the kindness
you are
be
the kindness
you are
the only life
there is
no one else's life
is yours
feel the kindness in this
you are in the perfect place,
time, space
body,
job
relationship
house
country
you are sitting in the perfect chair
for you
it makes perfect sense
anything else is non-sense
Kindness
Feel the kindness of the chair.
It's not inanimate.
Nothing could be more alive than Love.
Feel the kindness of the air,
the kindness of your skin,
of paper and pen.
Notice what it took to make the "pen"!
all the men and women,
oil,
factory... all the construction workers, materials, resources...
designers
ink
steel for spring
paper packaging, trees, water, sun, soil, earth
computer
trucks and truckers
store
shipping
accountants
to name a few...
no little thing,
"a pen", is it true?
or is it a Force,
a power of
collaboration
teamwork
service
truckstops and coffee and waitresses and laughter and jokes and gasoline and oil wells and rigs
and oceans and tankers and dolphins...and steel mills in "Indiana"...
a Force so powerful
all these seemingly "separate"
entities
never could possibly be separate
a Force so powerful,
one cell,
every single cell,
is the power
of the Whole
Kindness.
Perhaps the Answer is the very lowest, most humble cell--
the truth that all cells are equal under God,
all cells are love,
all cells are wholly serving.
There is not one cell who would be greater than another.
Only Love.
That dances
and dances
and dances
with no will of its own.
Where would this single cell go off to?
It's church is here.
It's church is now.
It's light is ON.
Feel the
Kind-ness.
Love is The Answer
Love is the Master Teacher,
it is love that walks on water,
finds fish where there are none,
cuts the one loaf to feed a thousand.
one taste of true love
and the ground literally
rises up to carry you
the appointed way,
to the appointed people,
words,
wisdom
one taste of true love,
and the professor vanishes from sight,
no one to profess to,
no one you would make wrong,
only love on every face, tree, cloud,
and what can one possibly profess
to that which is beyond all words,
and beyond all limits
one taste of true love,
and all of time is undone
oh yes, friend,
Love is the Answer
one taste of true love
and there is nothing else
which can ever stand
love is the under-stand
Love is the Answer
to every question,
every problem,
every doubt,
every di-lemna,
every di-vergence.
Re-turn to Now,
to what you K now.
Love is the Answer.
it is love that walks on water,
finds fish where there are none,
cuts the one loaf to feed a thousand.
one taste of true love
and the ground literally
rises up to carry you
the appointed way,
to the appointed people,
words,
wisdom
one taste of true love,
and the professor vanishes from sight,
no one to profess to,
no one you would make wrong,
only love on every face, tree, cloud,
and what can one possibly profess
to that which is beyond all words,
and beyond all limits
one taste of true love,
and all of time is undone
oh yes, friend,
Love is the Answer
one taste of true love
and there is nothing else
which can ever stand
love is the under-stand
Love is the Answer
to every question,
every problem,
every doubt,
every di-lemna,
every di-vergence.
Re-turn to Now,
to what you K now.
Love is the Answer.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
a leaf
can you do what a leaf does,
for just a moment?
to let yourself be carried
by the flow
100%?
zero control
no paddles
no steering wheel
zero opposition
zero separate will
simply be carried
100%?
as you are already.
can you give up
taking credit
for any of it?
for just a moment?
to let yourself be carried
by the flow
100%?
zero control
no paddles
no steering wheel
zero opposition
zero separate will
simply be carried
100%?
as you are already.
can you give up
taking credit
for any of it?
invisible
i'm nothing,
no thing
i can see
taste
touch
smell
hear
no sense can tell me
a thing
about what i am
i am
invisible,
soundless,
no image--
need nothing
want nothing
should nothing--
no will apart from what is:
appreciation
love
approval
worship not the visible,
it is not worthy of You,
it will fail you
the invisible
cannot be hurt
or killed
or even touched
your brother is not visible either
no appearance will ever satisfy
You
are invisible
who can divide the invisible?
it is but a joke.
no one needs to see you,
nor can see you
what you are does not depend
on others
there is nothing you can do
to get closer to what you are
or be more
than what you are
stop trying to be seen.
You are invisible.
seek no more
to look good.
You are invisible.
all comparison
is (false) images
ANY image you have
of yourself is a lie.
You are invisible.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
praise on low
there's a sweet song
a singing,
the melodious enter prizes
that suddenly appear
and then shift
into shadows
smirking at
the bait taker,
rhapsody in blues,
yellow and greener is the grass,
greener is your meadow--
oh dear brother,
it hurts so to see
technicolor over there,
way over yonder,
the heart that left Home
is oh but a lonely fantasy
fantasia is only undone
when you touch the grass
you sit upon
and see,
really, really see
this miracle
at your feet,
of your feet
praise on low!
the lowest of the lowly,
is here
at your feet--
even this
is the piece,
the peace,
of the Master
let the door but swing
inward
welcome Home,
dear Heart
it is you,
I,
that is forever
Love
there's a sweet song
a singing,
a melodious inner prize,
right here,
ever
here
ever hear
a singing,
the melodious enter prizes
that suddenly appear
and then shift
into shadows
smirking at
the bait taker,
rhapsody in blues,
yellow and greener is the grass,
greener is your meadow--
oh dear brother,
it hurts so to see
technicolor over there,
way over yonder,
the heart that left Home
is oh but a lonely fantasy
fantasia is only undone
when you touch the grass
you sit upon
and see,
really, really see
this miracle
at your feet,
of your feet
praise on low!
the lowest of the lowly,
is here
at your feet--
even this
is the piece,
the peace,
of the Master
let the door but swing
inward
welcome Home,
dear Heart
it is you,
I,
that is forever
Love
there's a sweet song
a singing,
a melodious inner prize,
right here,
ever
here
ever hear
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Miss Identity
Miss Identity
dropped her key,
and couldn't find her Self
someone found it in the gutter
and thought they now could be
someone else,
and start a new life...
isn't it funny
what a short life we have?
here today and gone tomorrow,
and even shorter--
just this one thought, gone now,
gone forever...
the key to the past
does not open this door
This One is
wide open,
without a 'you'
that ever was before
Miss Identity,
lost her name,
and people
thought they knew her,
for sure
but it was only themselves
they wrote on her
She
was forever
a wide open door...
dropped her key,
and couldn't find her Self
someone found it in the gutter
and thought they now could be
someone else,
and start a new life...
isn't it funny
what a short life we have?
here today and gone tomorrow,
and even shorter--
just this one thought, gone now,
gone forever...
the key to the past
does not open this door
This One is
wide open,
without a 'you'
that ever was before
Miss Identity,
lost her name,
and people
thought they knew her,
for sure
but it was only themselves
they wrote on her
She
was forever
a wide open door...
Friday, October 3, 2014
death is holy
the happy dream
holds flowers
and life,
and death,
that is not evil,
but holy,
whole--
promotion,
expansion,
transcendance,
limitlessness
who would choose
to remain in a box,
an eggshell,
forever?
limitlessness is natural
who would keep studying
the alphabet
when the writing is on the wall?
holds flowers
and life,
and death,
that is not evil,
but holy,
whole--
promotion,
expansion,
transcendance,
limitlessness
who would choose
to remain in a box,
an eggshell,
forever?
limitlessness is natural
who would keep studying
the alphabet
when the writing is on the wall?
horror
horror
is but another name
for unexamined,
for distance,
haven't looked yet--
you turned away,
to avoid,
to run
sit you still now
and watch the reflection
do the same
the wild eye
not so
wild
the pounding heart
not so
jumpy
the whoosh of hysteria
not so
windy
look
how tame the "monster"
sits,
exactly as still
as you
not one hair different
she is at home
with you
nothing strange--
not a stranger
when You
look her in the eye
there is nothing hidden here.
it's all face value.
now
that you
have turned around.
is but another name
for unexamined,
for distance,
haven't looked yet--
you turned away,
to avoid,
to run
sit you still now
and watch the reflection
do the same
the wild eye
not so
wild
the pounding heart
not so
jumpy
the whoosh of hysteria
not so
windy
look
how tame the "monster"
sits,
exactly as still
as you
not one hair different
she is at home
with you
nothing strange--
not a stranger
when You
look her in the eye
there is nothing hidden here.
it's all face value.
now
that you
have turned around.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
tendrils
when silent tendrils lay awake
the moon through the window shown
how delicate
this nature is--
can't be told at all--
like a baby's skin
the words cannot approach,
cannot approach
the miracle
you hold
in your arms
halt the input
all things you reach for will never satisfy
halt the input
and notice what is
see the image through the glass,
there is someone home already.
notice the House is full,
the hearth warm,
the fire roasting,
there is no need to bring in
a shoulder to cry on
feel the fullness
halt the should
and notice how she does dance
notice there are wings and tails already
notice that she fell on her face,
crashed and tore all the skin
off her life,
bashed her bloody heart,
waded in the cattails,
was struck by lightening
and thunder that tried to deafen...
and notice how
in the mourning she sang!
in the morning the sun did rise
every bit as bright
as the day before she was born
notice that nothing ever layed
her lower than anything else
notice she never scored a goal
of another
and was fine tuned
to her own interior
notice this one that had no name,
yet answered to one,
left each mark on the pavement
with abandon,
never to return to that moment again.
the past could not skin her a second time.
it might have looked her in the mirror,
but the second time was seen as a rerun
and didn't quite have the shock value
it's maker wished
the walls crumble
when you no longer need the house
halt the input
and you might just notice
the Unspeakable
halt the input
and notice what is
see the image through the glass,
there is someone home already.
notice the House is full,
the hearth warm,
the fire roasting,
there is no need to bring in
a shoulder to cry on
feel the fullness
halt the should
and notice how she does dance
notice there are wings and tails already
notice that she fell on her face,
crashed and tore all the skin
off her life,
bashed her bloody heart,
waded in the cattails,
was struck by lightening
and thunder that tried to deafen...
and notice how
in the mourning she sang!
in the morning the sun did rise
every bit as bright
as the day before she was born
notice that nothing ever layed
her lower than anything else
notice she never scored a goal
of another
and was fine tuned
to her own interior
notice this one that had no name,
yet answered to one,
left each mark on the pavement
with abandon,
never to return to that moment again.
the past could not skin her a second time.
it might have looked her in the mirror,
but the second time was seen as a rerun
and didn't quite have the shock value
it's maker wished
the walls crumble
when you no longer need the house
halt the input
and you might just notice
the Unspeakable
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- 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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