without a name

without a name,
a label,
no thing can be compared

no thing
higher or lower
less or more
good or bad

without a name
what is "death"?
and "birth"?

can you find a difference
in this passage,
this transition?

a new dream for each...

isn't an ending
always
a beginning?

jumped the gun

mind
jumped the gun,
jumped to conclusion

prior to the bang! 
prior to any of it...

mind made up a movie
that never happened

and reacted to it
as if it did

"i am in danger"
and never was
 it so

intimacy with this moment

intimacy with this moment

oh to be
the concert hall

to feel
hold
the vibrations

(stay here
now--
feel it...)

oh winged one,
to be the sky
of
flight

flapping wings
music
rise and fall
gliding
staccato
sets off currents
in nose now

oh divine stillness,
concert master baton...
invisible designs

what is it
to hold such
explosion of sound?

big bang!

drum
crackles,
cymbals
crackle,
voice
oh  oh oh
divinity of "human voice"

oh to be the
Concert Hall!

how can anyone ever
find fault with this?

intimacy
with this
moment

Tramp on!

without reasons why not...
shouldn't haves,
shoulds!
demands, commands, requirements, i knows...

who told you?

before someone told you,
before you told you,
before you believed it
and got stuck there...

breeze blows through

fresh air

slats and gaps,
yes,
spacious
room
to move,
to turnaround
and see a different view
point

point of a pin,
so very many
to see from

not one can see the whole

the only thing it cannot see is itself

'til now
when i stop
looking outward
and see what comes to me,
is me,
no inside/outside
just
this

space
for words to come
for the images to show up,
sounds,
sensations...

not a catatonic place

egolessness,
defenselessness

not a flinch,
not one twitch,
or tick

the Roman Army can march through!
with all it's gleaming spears and armor
and bulging muscles,
the Trojan horse,
atomic bombs,
nuclear apocalypse,
biological warfare,
the end of time,
the end of space,
the end of everything--

just like
when you are asleep at night,
and not dreaming...

you are safe
and sound,
resting
without one danger
to be found

sticks and stones can break my bones,
but names
can never
hurt me.

no thing to fear

what's the flavor
of anger?

restfully watching
the dog arise,
the dragon
out of the ocean,
arise so big
and powerful...

seething
steaming
fumes
full of itself,
hot air

to pounce,
catch
and bat

such the dance,
game
of baseball...

the batter,
attention,
tension,
acutely focused...
or
is it quiet calm,
completely relaxed
as the tai chi master

watching her opponent
come into view

without anger
she sees the clumsiness,
the off balance,
swinging
swinging
swinging,
drunk
on adrenaline,
gone mad...

no thing to fear

just compassion,
pure compassion
for the "oaf"

oh dear giant,
i see how tender

your heart

it is but Love,
only Love,
you desire
of this

impossible to see there from here

the duck
three feet away
has an entirely different world than i

entirely

she cannot see what i see
from here
it is impossible

be kind
to this brother,

who but speaks from where she
stands

who speaks what
she truly sees

there is no other
she can speak of

the man in India,
the child on my knee,
Santa at the North Pole (this world DOES exist even though it may not be yours)

let the voice
one inch over there,
tell you
what it is like
from there
for her

and your world will expand
to include
it all

dance

isn't it all 

dance?

this rhythm 

this tapping

on the "key's" 

stepping stones

in the creek

opening the juice bottle

circling circling the cap 

the "hand" ,

the other

comes to hold the bottle

take away 

away

away

these words

now bring them back exactly the same

without any meaning at all

and hear but the sounds

the vibration

the slurring into and pausing

and silence

and rinnngiingg

and where oh where do they come from?

can you find the place 

where these motions,

these sounds originate?

coming out of nothing,

out of no where

all unnameable seeming parts that aren't separate

swirling stepping standing falling

with music to accompany

pixels

no thing to know

This

tell me, tell me oh!
what could be more beautiful that what is!
what could be more beautiful than the clear blue sky?
a rainy sky?
a thunder storm?
a gray fog?

a city with polluted skies? oh!
have you seen
the brilliant colors
the way it paints
in flourescents!

have you seen
how it calls to our hearts,
begs us
to pay attention,
to be mindful,
to ask ourselves
deep inside
how is this micro-action
of my life
contributing
or not
to my well being
and the well being of all of  my children?

have you seen the way a school shooting
takes us Home!
to  look at our deepest selves--
to examine what we are doing "wrong"

oh what! tell me what!
is possibly more beautiful
than the aluminum foil "lid"
on my "coffee cup"?
reflecting light in a thousand directions,
angles, shades, tints, tones, and waves!

in this instant
i am truly
brought to,
moved,
to tears
by the beauty i behold

oh Lovers,
of me,
oh Lovers
of old and young,
and the not yet to be experienced...

let This Instant
be known
to you

it is Here
to give you
to live you
to deliver to you
 Everything
you could ever
possibly Want/Love...

You

happy birth day

" You are the Garden, friend,
and nothing yet has been named.
 Today is the first day of your life."  Jeff Foster

yes

now is it,
the First,
the Only,
the Onely

brand new
beginning (without names)

"i do not know the thing i am,
what i am doing,
where i am going"...

no pain is possible (without labels)

only a story/"knowing'
can cause pain

led
by
 delight

garden of delight
joy
 song
 melody
 dance
 color
 scent
e motion
swaying swaying swaying
swing ing ing
sing ing

opening  eyes
 for the very
 first time

no "thing" exists
without a label

no divider of 'this' and 'that'

so clear
so clean

"letters"/"words"
no different from the rest,
shapes
sculpturing
trans-form-ing  (says it all...all but merges merges merges...)


watching
It
Happen

namelessly
creating

entails all of "It"

appling has no existence
without  beholding

no beholding,
without appling

 no name sticks
or is possibly true

this sweet water air red ball arises from seed, tree, rain, sun...which is it?...gone now to be "me" as
it liquifies, dissolves
and joins bloodstream, Atlantic, salmon...
where does one name end and another begin...?

there is no edge...

findable

opening eyes for the very first...

capacity

Capacity

spacious mountain home
magnificent views

every face
every infant
innocent
from here

risen glaciers
sparkling in the sun,
the bottom of the iceberg
finally exposed
and but trickling away in
crystal clear droplets

pure sky,
not one unseen particle
to block the view
of You

plenty of room
for visitors,
no one turned away

The One True Lord
of All That Is
is
Now
in This: exactly and only what is right in front of you

no thing,
but This

there is no where else to go,
no thing else to find

it couldn't be more obvious

seek no further--
there is no place else
to look

why turn away
from This,
from God,
away from this Life,
away from the only Joy that is to be known

This is Home.
To seek for Home
is but to leave it

i, gift

She comes to me, the space,
with all her might
all her love
all her light

without a reason

Oh what a sweet little lamp!
that comes to visit

"i gift (you)" she is... without words
i gift...
i, gift

i, gift, says "the chair"
i, gift, says "the painting"
i, gift, says "the rug"
i, gift, says "my foot"
i, gift, says "the green foil wrapper tossing about in the wind, sun and snow", the plastic grocery bag dancing on air...

i, gift, says "the heater"
i, gift, says "the pane of glass"
i, gift, says "the sky"
i, gift, says "the fence, the tree, the roof, the house...."

on and on and on...it goes...

the only Where i can look
is Gift

rumticulation

this one
rumticulated the sky
 into
"parts"

can you see it now,
the sillacious
"features"
no one else can see?!

a bird
where there isn't

a space, an emptiness,
only full
of mystery

surrounding wind curls
already "over",
but where are you now
when "that"
is your name?

misplaced

infinity

everything or nothing

every thing or no thing,
perhaps they are the same

why argue
when the now is so ripe
for sledding?