the end of the search!!!

if there is anything i "need" to do,

"you will be told"
in the present moment,
make room,
stay open

there is nothing to know

This is IT!
This is God!
Right here, right now!

how sweet it is to end the search!

there's even dragonflies!
omg

mind can never give you what it doesn't have (something to know)

there is nothing to "know",
to hold on to

all that "school"
to keep telling us
there is something to know...
misguided missile,
misguided mission,
no land after all!
to conquer
or colonize

simply rest
now,

relax

what are you
without the thought
"there is something to know"?

aren't you just amazed?!

how is it to be released
from your prison chains,
your brainwashing,
your finger plugged into the socket,
to be constantly on a mission,
never allowed for an instant to rest?

it's over, Love

it's so over,
having never been at all

you are free to know nothing (as all you ever thought you knew was nothing...)
nothing of the past (that isn't)
nothing of the future (that isn't)

to know nothing at all

just sheer delight!

omg
what is this beneath "my feet"?
what is this
lush
warm
juicy
cushiony
springy
wordless
experience?

oh to see Love!

there is nothing to know

i need hold on to no thought

it is without thought,
the peace that passeth understanding

no documents
will suffice

undocumented--
all documents,
the past,
the never land

the ever crumbling
of "form",
ever cracking,
quaking,
never a thing
for a moment

spacious
embracing
intimacy

in Love with Itself

awareness is not empty,
awareness is absolute not 2

no separation,
experience of "seeing",
meeting Love,
oh to see!
oh to see Love!
to touch Love!
your fingertips in Love!

to bear witness to Love,
the vision of
such Magnificence
shining

after all the library fines have been paid,
all debts to the injustices she committed,
all she could do was jump
for Joy!

her Levity
carried her
to spaces she never imagined existed

ceilings
stratosphere
jet streams
and even prior to weather,
prior to "whether" this or that,
prior to decisions

such a clean, clean, clean
space

the light strip
simply showed up,
an arrow pointing that way,
and you followed it

and every time you rose
one step up the ladder,
the view bigger,
with every single step

oh yes, dear One,
so it is,
this is how preciously
reality is set up

gift.gift.gift.

i need hold on to no thought

call for love

there is a shy little animal
who  hovers in the corner of her cage,
cowers,
abused,
beaten for every innocent thing

toes in puddles,
picking up worms and ants,
touching her own body,
saying words she didn't know had other meanings,
not valuing algebra,
not wanting to sit still,
not sitting still,
not eating her peas,
breaking her mother's china,
spilling milk,
falling in the mud
in her nice clean clothes,
being too loud,
being honest,
having feelings

oh you sweet sweet child,
come dear one,
come,
sit on my lap,
let me hold you forever,
you have never done one thing wrong
in your life

each blade of grass

the world is giving herself to you

arriving arriving arriving

dragonflies,
soothing, barely moving leaves, branches,
bouncing
swaying
so gently floating

look!
see!
what is before your eyes,
your eyes,
just for you

do you see the infinite patience,
service, of the "chair"?
ever ready and offering herself for your support,
to hold your friend as you share

the vines in the corner,
the garbage truck...thank you thank you thank you....

the rain that literally just falls out of the sky,
for Heaven's sake!

the fluency,
the universal language
of nature,
trees grass creeks,
picnic of the soul

the sweet concrete sidewalk,
this foot,
then that
pushing the pedal,
rolling down the hill

sitting perfectly still,
waving to me from across
the yard,
the bright sunny kiss
of one dandelion

gone now,
forever new
just for you

the world is giving herself to you

can you hear
each blade
of grass?

without you,
she doesn't exist...

without awareness
it will always feel
like "something is missing"

no war

dark night of the soul
is simply the end of a dream,
another failed dream,
you were wrong
all along,
doomed from the very start...

there is no "you",
no belief is true

doomsday was "your birth"

never real
never true

nothing real can be threatened;
nothing unreal exists

restitution
from destitution--self-reliance,
taking credit where no credit is due

truth,
wrecking ball

yet Love is gentle
Love is kind

it is only mind refusing to see,
blind to the gift
of freedom

shadows simply dissolve in sunlight,
they cannot coexist,
there is no effort,
darkness is simply where light is blocked,
there is no substance to it

there is no fight
between darkness and light,
they never exist
together

where light is,
no darkness is possible

it's that simple

there is no war
between light and dark,
nor truth and error

where truth is,
error simply does not exist

is it true?
is the key
to truth

open mind
open heart
is all you ever really need
for the light to shine

the silent open treasure

there is
no substitute
for Love (acim)

Love,
Nature,
is Openness

the silent open treasure

that all passes through,

not one,
is a trade off

who would give up All Openness
for a clenched fist?

oh the tiredness,
the endless effort,
the tininess and exclusion

it's so bizarre,
so obviously insane

how is it possible
to even conceive of such a thing?!

it is not conceivable,
nor possible

never but a whim,
a really crazy thought

thank God
for Reality,

the changeless
sane
kind
loving
Reality

that remains endlessly the. open. silent. treasure.

that i would not,
cannot
trade
All That Is
for a thing

:-)