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Hi! Welcome to the Joy of Miracles.

To write is to uncover, to unhide, to bring to light, and express what is within. To share is the end of all private thoughts, all shame, all guilt, all pain and separation. Here is all Joy found at last! Writing helps us to repeat, focus, choose, and remember ideas. The purpose of this writing is healing for all of us.

This blog is inspired by "A Course in Miracles"and The Work of Byron Katie. You are invited to share your comments by clicking on the word "comment" at the end of each post. If you scroll way down there's a little info about me and also an archive of past writing you can view by clicking on the title. Thanks so much for visiting...

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Thursday, August 27, 2015


prior to man or woman,
to young or old,
to American or British,
prior to human or non...

evicted from littleness,
from crime:
you cannot cross Reality

what a funny story that is

the echo of laughter
everywhere you look

oh sweetest one,
it simply cannot be

you cannot cross reality--
just try!

do you hear the Universe laughing?

prior even
to the "universe"...

if you tell a lie,
you are actually saying
nothing at all…

and you do not need protection
from nothing…

all i need do
is to SEE it is a lie

and lies hurt,
that’s HOW i know

prior to the lie…
what am I?

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

no image

I am no image

no place
for fear to grip,
to latch on to,
to milk
nor contract

endless Space
for everything

war is only ever
a thought,
a case of mistaken
i am thing,

that's all--
hide the truth
and seek it

but truth
can never be lost

what is no image
cannot lose

Saturday, August 15, 2015

humpty dumpty

what if
your "mind" just shattered,
and like Humpty
you couldn't put it back
together again?
(new version of question 4 :-)

What if what once was fearful
was now a joke,
a cause for laughter?
(what if i saw that the cause
of all my fear
were images
in my mind
that never 
really existed?)

and everything
that was dark
and scary and hidden away before
was blazing now
with the light
of awareness,

like the harmless specks
of dust that float, and drift
and are carried
glowing in the sunlight
in no predictable pattern--


without a thought,

What is can never be
a "past",
that isn't

what if the "past"
completely vanished,
and no matter how hard you tried
you could never be
what you thought you were?

Thursday, August 13, 2015


The radio was playing so loud in my head
I couldn't hear you

The announcer told me of a grave future,
of crime,
of harm,
of public humiliation
and shame

I could not see you.

And you were just a kid,
sitting there.

Just a kid,
sitting there.

I am so very very sorry,
I was crazy.

just waiting for a kiss

Situation: Man ranting on and on about how people who are
seeking enlightenment are "children groveling in the dirt."

Without the thought "He is putting everyone else down,"

He is just waiting for a kiss,
a touch,
to wake him

i hear you
i see you
i see your love,
your kindness,
your desire for the end of suffering
for every human being,
right here
in the palm of your hand

I see your frustration
that people don't see it,
don't accept,
just sleepwalk on by
and continue to suffer,
while the answer
they seek in far off places
and distant times,
lifetimes perhaps,
is here now

oh how sweet the fire that boils in you,
a lust for tenderness
with one's self

"grovel no more,
ye perverted children,
your eye is misplaced,
call your body
your home

and see"

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

no sound

softly softly now...

there is no sound
when a belief falls

no one knows
but you

it isn't sound,
but silence now
where once
a raucous whining...
poor me, poor me

there is no sound
when a belief falls,
just the utter silence

upon laughter
upon laughter

how sweet the sound
of a kiss
in the heart

if my plate were a mirror...

If my plate were a mirror
as I sat down to "eat"
and I looked at that image
of "me"
in that moment,
What are you really hungry for?

I want me
to come clean
in this moment

to identify the crime,
the judgment,
the lie,
against myself,

I want to see
the heavy bands
I have bound this bird with,
the tears in her eyes,
from holding her wings
so long against her body

I want to see closely
the dire straights
I have imagined,
and watch
and feel
as the hardness
the armor melts
and the heart

I want to see clearly
the innocence
of this little child

her dear sweet tenderness

to see
all she ever wanted was Love,
to feel,
to know,
the Love
she is

It is but Love,
I am hungry for.

Would I feed me now,
or is it back to "cookies?'


Feed you

Feed you

Give you
clear water

Only the immortal
will ever satisfy

There is not one "problem"
of this world
that is the problem.
Gmo's are not the problem.
Starvation in Africa is not the problem.

It is starvation of yourself
from your Self.

Feed you
this day
the immortal,
no thing can ever give you.

Your body
will never be
the problem

The child's toys
hold nothing.

Feed you,
the Stillness.

Put down your knife and fork.

Nothing of this world
can satisfy.

Shut your mouth,
Close your purse,
Shiny coins
can never feed you.

Simply do this:
Let go of everything
you think
you know.

with wholly
empty hands...

Stuff no thing else
in the Way!

Sunday, August 9, 2015

without a tub

Without a tub,
you can't take a bath.
(yes, I know you can jump in a river or a lake
or a sink...or or or...)
Without "I need people to like me,"
I can't be hurt.
Without "I need money,"
I can't be poor.
Without "I need." (period)
I don't need.
Without a "life"/image...(as in I don't have no life),
I can't lose it.
without a past (imagination)...
no idea
without a tub,
you just can not
get IN it
(don't matter how many folk
tell you you emoticon
without "hell"
you can.not.go.there.
(no matta how many preachas
warn you of "danger")
without the thought of suffering?
what if
that monster
turn out to be a pussycat...
after all?
and you was the crazy momma
sleepwalkin' all round the neighborhood
in yo' nightie?
what if you woked up...
just now!
and clear as a bell
you hear that saxyphone,
see that starboard wave cresting in slowwww motion...
notice that sunlight sparking on the drops in the kitchen sink...
(it's mirrored in YOUR eyes, ya know)
and feel the vibration of your neighbor's phone...that gift?
the tide is in,
she's here,
for to carry you
i do not need
more than i have
in this moment
thank you
thank you

Saturday, August 1, 2015

drop the rock

No thing
as it seems.

it is but a mask
you place upon
the Face of God

you call it a bird,
but is it so?

does a "name"
make it?

does the "word",
the sound, the "letters",
make it (so)?

never was a world more false
than this

carry no burden,
and you will have none

you've got to actually choose
a burden
to have one,
make believe

imagine an empty bag
or a full one,
lugging it up the mountain,
is there anything you would let go of now,
leave by the wayside?

is it really necessary
to carry
the past,
with you?

holding it close to you at 3am,
into the dawn,
the bright new day?

can you find any reason not to abort
this seed of guilt?

would you really plant it
along your path,
for all who follow?

can you find one shred of wisdom
in guilt?
one shred of joy?
on particle you desire?
any value at all?

to be "right" about this verdict?

home is where the heart is,
and guilt is not there

you cannot go home
while guilt is your God,
your first commandment,
thou shalt have no other gods
before me

you must undo
the knot

be still
and know

there is nothing
my Holiness cannot do

for I remain
as God created me

About Me

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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 for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information


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