surely you jest

Surely you jest!
A pin prick of light
is not the sun!

If your view is dark, 
ask not that the world be changed,
but ask that the Light of your perception
be brightened
and allow what is
to be seen in all its glory.

The Light is in you
now.

Ask
the Light
what It sees...

without any darkness.

(and yes, this IS heresy to the ego...)

                                     

"There is a light in you the world cannot put out."

halo's breath

halo's breath

there is no mortal breath,
no life that "dies"

taking dictation
takes no effort at all

your hand is not yours,
your feet are not yours,
your breath is not yours, friend

your words,
but snowflakes
that go where they do,
and land
and float
and pile,
sparkle,
and melt

but never for instant
are owned
nor ownable

melting in your hand
the instant of contact,

to simply love the flow
is all you can do,
all you can do,
all you can do,
be

no child does not grow;
she is not what she was an instant before

that shoe no longer fits;
you do not want to squeeze your foot
into your sister's shoe

the sleigh is carrying you
over the hills and through the woods,

Grand Mother's House,
Grand Mother, Home,

melting snowflake,
Love

Downstream

Is the Universe friendly?

The answer is no
only if I am trying to row
upstream.

Turn it around
and watch,
feel,
notice...
you are being carried

"row your boat
gently
down the stream"

merrily,
enjoy the game,
where the universe is taking you...
the view

the foreign lands,
th0se strAnge peoPle--
the "robbers"
who show me
the depth of my wellness

thank you (me)!

a simple blade of grass,
some are even eight feet high!

gone...

Only Presence

and not even...

No thing solid

No thing solid exists
until you construct it,
cons-true  (con you it is true)

just notice the million
bits of nothingness
and broken off shards
that have to be collected,
called upon,
and held together
to make this "thing"

notice the holes
and cracks,
the missing parts
that have to be filled in

without a past,
without a future
where is your evidence?

without hearsay (someone said it...it must be true)
where is the danger?

what is
in danger?

Pow! You're "dead" now.
Perhaps you'll be surprised!

what are you without all that evidence
about you,
about any thing?

is that ALL the evidence
or just a smattering?

Oh Sweetheart,
is that a fair verdict?

Or was the search biased
from the very outset?

Things exist.
Is it true?

War

War,
people on their path to God,
me,
on my path to God,
trying to find my Way,
confusion of interpretation and fact.

Find a moment and look.
Blanket statements are just that.
They cover up
the facts,
the specifics,
reality.
They blind you
from reality.

Fighting for what they think is "right",
for their safety,
survival of body identity.

Each side waving
the same flag,
"I am a body."

And there is only I.
So it's up to me
to lay down my flag--
to be wrong
and say to the "other",
"you are not merely a body;
you are wise.
Speak your truth. Please.
If you would be so kind.
Enlighten me.

Thank you."

Arising to fall,
was it ever at all?

the glass house,
the broken window,
the pavement now a garden
bursting through the asphalt,

the tiniest bud of a new branch
emerging out of
the huge expanse of trunk

oh little, little one,
the marble rolling across the floor,
you know not where you go...

could it be a dent in the floor
arrests your travel?
or perhaps the tiniest pebble,
or an ant...

isn't it funny
we give ourselves titles,
positions,
and just watch
as the waves roll in
and out,
the rug is removed for cleaning...
and never returns

was it ever so,
was it was ever really so...?

watch

Rest

How is it a good thing my foot hurt tonight
while out for a walk?
I sat down to rest
on a park bench about 10 minutes from my house
that I have never sat on before.
And while ready to sit there for awhile,
I noticed a path I've never taken (in eight years).
It opened to an amazing view.
It also gifted me with this amazing "stick".
What a joke that "label" is.


Within the city
the virgin
untouched prairie
remains.

Heart
unmoved.

How arrogant to think you can change nature,
subject it to a will
greater than Itself...
boasts the fly.

"I will bite you.
you are mine,
said the fly
to the limitless universe.
And it laughed and laughed and laughed.

What a treasure
this laughter is
right at the train track
with the whistles blowing,
and coal cars reaching out of sight.

What a joy
that She's always waiting
for you to simply stop.

The pristine,
unsoiled dove,
the moment you rest;
a park bench
you've walked by
every day for the last eight years (at least)
and never even noticed,
built for this moment.

The path you had no idea was there.

Glory.

Look at the happy travelers
already there!

Friendly
and welcoming!

It's not a new path at all.

The Space opens,
like the Red Sea,
without you.

Without you,
so much Space.

sinlessness

sinlessness
allows the wind
to catch my sail
and blow me in any direction

there is no catching
on jagged rocks

no dragging of anchor or feet

sinlessness is without friction

holding on to nothing

i am free to serve

free to be directed,
free to be moved

without a moment's hesitation

free to receive all guests

insight

ancient wisdom,
insight:

beauty is in the eye
of the beholder

friend/enemy
in the eye of the beholder

rich/poor
have/have not
danger/safety
gratitude/depravity

in the eye of the beholder

restitution/destitution,
prostitution
or labor of love,

all sight,
internal

insight

rocks my world

broken bones
or
broken beliefs,
broken dreams,
broken myths

the Eye of the beholder,
Everything
literally

what do you see?
what do you want to see?

not a person

Love is a chameleon,

no color, shape, size or decibel
She won't show up as

just so you will open your door

not a person,
just the Universe/Love,
shimmering

gifted

there is nothing you must do to become
what you are

the rose needs no education
to bloom

what lies do we teach?

what shoulds?

to this flower...

this brilliant sunbeam

who is lit within

in midsentence

in midsentence
he dropped his "r"

there was no more
flock of geese needed

no more time
needed

restitution
restituted

the daylilies
never had committed a crime

the innocent child
laughed to see such a sight

and the mind
did loose the moon

friend

you've been given a blank check,
a blank canvas,
how much is the world worth?

price it,
literally

how much would you have to pay
for all these trees,
mountains,
sky
airplanes
people
apples
lakes
rivers
grass
bears
music?

how much would you pay
for the gift of seeing!
hearing
tasting
smelling?

and you cry "not enough!"
what blindness is this!

not enough
not enough

you pay nothing!
everything is given freely.

how much gratitude?
for even one thing...

thank you, car...
thank you, bike....sidewalk...wind...
thank you, computer...
friend,
friend,
friend...

and I get to do what I do...
I get to facilitate,
to witness,
to sing,
to dance,
to play,
to just be,
to experience gratitude

grace,
everything
given

1%

i am
everyone i see,
everyone i think about.

i am the 99%
i am the 1%
and the 1/10th of 1%.

I am every political party.

Can i understand?

What would i have to be believing
to show up that way?

What would i have to be believing
to go to war?

What kind of camouflage do i wear?

If you "win",
you also "lose".
Every side is yours.

You can only defeat yourself.

You can never defeat your Self.

"If Christ appeared to you in all His glory,
asking you but this:

Choose once again
if you would take your place
among the saviors of the world,
or would remain in hell,
and hold your brothers there."

What would you be?

"For He has come,
and He is asking this."

There is no one who is not you.
How would you treat your very Self?

freeloader

freeloader

i am a freeloader. is it true?

yes!
absolutely

everything is given (and I do nothing for it)

awareness, given
inspiration, given
nature, given
love, given
laughter, given
stillness, given--can't be bought,
no matter how much money you have or pay
or anyone gives you

people and experiences are given
thoughts, given
breath, given
air, given
sound, sensation, imagination, given

"life", given
"death", given

grace, every single bit of it

even "money"--I have never actually "made" any.

it is given
and i give it

free
loader

loaded
with freedom...

i am a freeloader.
is it true?

no.
(freeloader: "a person who takes advantage of other's generosity
without giving anything in return")

It is not possible to take advantage of another's "generosity".
The universe is generous.
If someone gives, they give. Generosity is not a bargain to get.
The giving is FOR the giver.

It is not possible that I don't give in return.
Simply being is giving.
I am a mirror for everyone to see themselves. This is a priceless gift.
As I breathe in, I always breathe out.
Consciousness cannot be separate. Everything it is, is shared.
Inspiration is lived. It is shared in infinite and unseen ways.
The simple presence of awareness is the greatest gift for all.
Out of this all wisdom arises...the kindest, sanest and most loving action.
Awareness welcomes, invites, notices.
Receiving is a gift. It allows others the opportunity to give.

wait no more

all you are waiting for
is what you are not giving

all
you are waiting for

is what you
are not giving

give
now

withhold nothing

reserve nothing

herein lies the peace of God

all regrets
are about what you did not give

giving is receiving

you are only waiting for you
blame no one

there is no mountain
when you look down
from the top

you can only know
if it's a mountain
or a valley
as you take your first step

you can not know
if it's effort
or ease and grace
and joy!
until you do it

mind isn't there.
it cannot know;
it has no intimacy with a nonexistent future

it is pure nothingness,
disguised as something

just notice
as you are present,
giving all you are
how it feels to you

isn't that truly heaven?

wait no more,
simply give
all you are

give all
you are

give

I never want the thing itself,
but only what I think it can give me--
what I think I can get.

Wow

oh my Heart cries
for this desolate one,
who sees no one or no thing
but for "getting",

to ravish
and plunder

oh those delicate babies,
their skin so soft,
but a target

oh how very much compassion
this one calls for

walk softly
with this one

talk softly
with this one

this one in mortal danger
is out of his  mind
with fear

he needs
your love

he needs
your peace

Source

"The ingeniousness of the ego to preserve itself is enormous, 
but it stems from the very power of the mind the ego denies. 
This means that the ego attacks what is preserving it, 
which must result in extreme anxiety. That is why the ego never 
realizes what it is doing. It is perfectly logical but clearly insane."
ACIM Chap 7 VI.3


who's sleeping in my bed?

it can only ever be me

before you shoot the intruder,
before you shoot the baby,

notice
who is giving it life?

consider it's source

where did the idea of "you"
come from?

before you shoot "you"

consider the source.

what are images made of?

what is thought made of?

what is the source of thought?

before you pull the trigger

just consider

you don't need to worry

you don't need to worry if they cut the rope,
'cuz you are not sewn together

reality cannot be
cut apart,
and you cannot be broken

scissors in the perfect time,
sculpt the terrain
you walk upon

and what is "cut away"
is never loss,

only space
for the light to shine

as one dream goes
and another arrives,
the light always remains
in which to see

and Love
continues
to sprout

people should

People should project on to "me".

It's like a painting,
so they can see clearly
every detail.''

Just notice how many different people
"you" get to be.
Oh my goodness,
and you don't even have to do anything.
In fact, it doesn't really matter at all what you do.
(Just take a look at Jesus--and Katie :-))

People will only see themselves.

What am I?

your mirror,
a mirror,
pure and simple,
not personal

just consider,
what if that's all you are

a mirror,
reflections that come and go,
but never stay,
and never are actually you

what is a mirror
with no reflections?

is it even a mirror?

isn't it exciting?

look! here comes one now,
a reflection!

I can never be the image
in the mirror.

Just watch
the show,
here it is...

mortuary

i am the river of the city Nigh,
when you pull into the harbor
there is nothing to see

this is the city
that can never be laid low,
can never be "found out",
can never be estranged,
nor destroyed

what has no form
is beyond destruction

danger can never wipe
her hands on this apron

there are no slippery fish
to jump out of your hands

the mayor's arms
have no reach
for there is no where else
to go

there is no contest

this is the mortuary
of all concepts

i loose the world
of ALL i thought
it was

without thinking,
ravens are so free
to fly!

appointed

the goose is flying on her appointed route,
even the "lost" one

isn't the "lost" sheep
a call for the Shepherd?

lay claim to nothing

it is
as it is

can it BE more clear
or simple?

what is,
is your friend,
your very Self

the fearful one
wants nothing but release
from fear

the trembling one
does not ask for death,
but for Love,
for truth,
for safety

can you just hear him?
let him speak?

nothing to fear,
this little child:

it's not as
you think it is

Oh Savannah!
the goose is flying
on her appointed route,
everything in perfect order

the world,
every detail,
a perfect reflection
of your mind

just watch
your shadow,
and see
she always goes
where you go

the trumpeting is you,
the whisper
is you

here is the end
of all suffering

it only takes one
to have a war

i'm the one

so very very good to know

now peace
is possible

Peas

When you say "green peas" or "yellow star"
some people hear "blue triangles".
(Just good to know.)

Nothing to lose

Meditation on Trump

Meditation on Trump:

Trump,
bravado,
no substance,
a joke,
thinks he's doing good,
thinks he has the answers,
thinks he understands,
thinks the problem is out there,
in someone else.

sound familiar?

image of Tulsi Gabbard:
"Aloha": means open heart, we are all on equal ground.
I will not leave my mission: I will not leave my fallen brother.

me: Where am I not living fully?

Trump: fear,
"the people are fed up with politicians--
the bureaucracy"

sounds exactly like Bernie Sanders,

I understand.

image of blacks being escorted out of rally,
one being punched by a Trump supporter,
the police holding the man who was hit
on the ground...(letting the other man return to his seat).

Is this any harsher than how I treat myself?
the self hatred,
attack
bombing
ravaging
abandonment
terrorizing,
of myself

just consider
as you watch the cops
remove those who disagree--
as you beat you up
isn't that what you do internally
to your feelings?
damning them,
shooting them,
telling them you never want to see them again--
believing the thought, "attack works"

if only...
"Trump"(or whoever...)
would go away...
life would be fine...

and as you sit alone in your room
at night,
no one else there,
isn't it ALL you,
your thoughts,
your feelings,
images,
sensations...

where is the Love now
for this?

are you united with you?

or are you still trying to
throw out,
suppress,
banish?

Let Mr. Trump be what he is,
the mirror,

the Motivation
to own and investigate
the attack within,
against myself,

and the Motivation
to give the Love
to me
and to everyone else
that I want to see "out there".

Can I love me?

oh how much compassion
for us all

It's just me

Can you really know
you'll be punished?

that the universe won't support you?
that you provide for yourself?
that you have anything at all to do with it?
that you don't have enough?
that you need anything?
more?

I tried to draw it
and found I couldn't even
make an ugly color.

you are not in danger;
there is no evil power

no one is looking to hurt me,
no one is even thinking about me,
no one is focused on me,

no one wants to kill me
just for existing

on the contrary,
there is A LOT of support,
service,
provision,
generosity

Look! See!
There is no hammer
over my head.

It's just me

and lots of wide open space

why would anyone want to eat me for dinner
when there are fresh ripe peas?

queasy

queasy,
the cry of bloody murder
at full tilt,
allowed

wholly expressed
without reservation,
put on the page

permission

now the bits of light
are seen,
the cracks
where it isn't,

the petals begin to fall,
the seed, the birthplace
of laughter

serenity,
the background

benign

life support

give it to me head on,
every drop of blood/fear,
the whole flood

just try to be afraid/angry/in terror
without stopping
for an instant

SEE how much effort it takes;
is it even possible?

how long can you really believe it/hold that,
the lie that you are not connected to all that is?
everything your mirror,
your mind--
you put the meaning on it

Is it true?
Don't you want to know?
Isn't all of it
a call for truth?

Hasn't this experience
helped you understand
and SEE more clearly?

Life support,
it MUST be expressed,
honored,
respected
before it can go

Isn't that what You
want?

All You

What if you were clear
that every single man you saw
was you?

every single woman,
every cat
and every dog,

every purse,
and every ice cream cone
was you?

what if there was no other
side of the street,
no other political party,
no other sex,
no other organism?

what if there was no line
between male and female,
round and square,
human and plant,
old and young,
solid and liquid,
cat and dog,
front and back...?

what if
it was ALL
you?

Is there a fetus
in you now?
Have you listened,
sung her a lullaby
and welcomed her into the world?

What seedlings are growing?

Mother of All,
Have you hugged your Child
this day?
Every child...
Every single child...

Yours

Grace

isn't it amazing?!

free red spots!
free green plants,
free circles,
and sunlight

free motion,
spirals
and spins

free color
and birds
and strawberries
and girls!

you can even have
blue arms and hands
if you want

free light,
free dark

free fragrance!
and fragrance,
and fragrance,
oh myyyy!

isn't it amazing?!

Grace

The Wise men are here

the wise men are here,
everyone,
every thought
who comes
knocking on your door,
but comes
for your blessing

the stars have all aligned
for just this moment,
there is no accident,

from distant lands,
foreign soil,
the hidden parts of yourself,
arrive now
to meet you in the starlight
and know Their Innocence

grace

grace
is the door that refuses to close...
it cannot BE shut

you can't stop anything or anyone from coming to you
or from leaving

grace is the open door
that can never hold anything out

feel the grace,
watch the flow,

free
to come

free
to go

Source is what matters

Source never comes,
Source never goes

Source,
not this,
not that

Source,
yes, this,
yes, that,

Only the Love,
all shapes,
no shape

what if you opened up the coffee pot
and sunbeams jumped out?!

there never was a time
that you were not this

you are not what you THINK you are,
no image,
no picture
can hold you

no one would freeze a fountain,
the nature of a fountain is to express,
to fount...

to casually throw her sweater across her shoulder,
cross her legs and uncross,
to toss the sofa pillow on the floor,
to spill the pretzels and coke

Radiant in the sun!

holy eyes are gifted
by the splash,
the crackle,
plop
and fizzle

so soft you can barely hear the whisper of the breeze,
melting ice cream running down the stick
on to hands and cheeks...

where did we ever get the idea that
this should all stand still?

no photo breathes.

Gratitude needs nothing else,
gratitude licks the sunlight on the branch,
gratitude is graced by the tiniest remnant
of an ant's leg

there are hefty fees to pay
without gratitude,

the fee of life itself,
consider the price--everything
is missed

only gratitude gives you everything
and everyone,
the food on your plate,
the taste of a berry

without gratitude my wallet is empty
even though it is full,
my arms, empty, even when they hold,
without gratitude I miss the sun in the sky,

my very Heart,
mistaken
for nothing

Reverence.

grace is the door
that cannot be shut

road to nowhere

the road to nowhere,
been around this block a few times!

grab that milkshake,
grab those fries,
Quick, fast food, fast!

has it solved your loneliness yet?

the air IS your brother,
but she can not give you back
what you have never lost

that swell of war
against what is
is your only weapon

it is only this
that causes the pain
that seeks relief

no milkshake,
no kiss,
no idol,
however slight
or hynotizing

can ever take away the pain
of that needle in your foot,
the log in your eye

be still now,
see clearly,
all you need,
all you truly desire
is to kindly
remove the needle

InHabit

"I need to get it over with."
Is it true?
No. It's not about getting it over with.
It's about be-ing.
present.
right here now.
breathe,
feel,
notice...

without the thought I need to get it over with...
there are violins,
and angels resting on clouds, literally--
without that thought, I am an angel-- no guilt.
Softness, where hard edges prevailed--
razor sharp blades,
barbed wire
to catch on every move.

barbs: damned if you do,
damned if you don't

without the barb,
notice the ease and grace and movement,
natural, given

receive
the miracle,
the harmlessness of every possibility

without the thought "i need to get it over with"...
without time,
my chest rises easily
of its own accord,
zero effort on my part,
oh how lovely,
how very very lovely
to notice

a trillion cells working for me,
a trillion more,
a gazillion more,
far beyond measure,
life,
wind,
H2O

i love the curves,
the shape, the color, texture,
everything
about one branch,
twogether,
threesomes
for me

who would push
one speck away--
hell: pushing away

my mother, All
my father, All
my provider, All
my mirror, All

thank you
thank you
thank you

joy in the looking glass,
crystal clear

no more direct path,
no closer can i get
to myself
than when i look at you
and you
and you

TA: I don't need to get it over with.
I need to not get it over with.
I need to stay here
and glean everything.
I need to look closely,
to notice,
to feel,
to consider,
to breathe

I cannot get it over with
(the pressure that accompanies that thought).
It will only go when I no longer believe
the thought that causes it.

Leave no stone unturned.
This moment IS my home.
There IS no other.

inHabit.

Light of day

Silence is the light of day,
It never left Itself.

It doesn't matter how many boxes
of chocolates you put in front of her,
how creamy and pure,
how rich and dark,

She is already full,
satisfied;

there is no craving.

She is not moved by it.

Silence has no body,
no mouth.

She is so much bigger than the chocolate.
She is lasting.

This is the end of hell,
nothing to kill over.

Bigger than all the universes
as far as you can imagine,

the war on (chocolate)
is over,
her innocence returned.

No one
has ever hurt you.

Silence remains.
True Friendship,
Silence needs nothing,
She only gives and gives and gives...
all that is...

who wants the chocolate?

who wants the chocolate?

does Silence want the chocolate?
Stillness?

no, Stillness does not want the chocolate

it's just like the wizard of Oz,
behind the screen,
the little old man,
with no power at all,
no wisdom,
no knowledge,
nothing...
just a big charade,
pretending to be big
and powerful

it's just
this little, itty bitty worm
who happens to be passing through,
singing his only tune
as he has so many times before...

and this time
i ask,
who is it
that wants the chocolate?

and i see no one really does...

knock knock,
who's there?

no one,
thoughts on the wind,
passing through...
that's all

ahhhh....

Happy Valentine's Day

do you know
the voice
of a tree?

of what we "label" a "tree"?
have you ever even seen an entire tree--
every branch, every leave, every curve, bump,
node, crevice, root, scar, heart...

and can you hear
what you don't even see
is there?

what wisdom does the "lowly" earthworm hold,
the life beneath our very feet?

can you praise,
can you sing its praises
in your parade for hell--
your stories of war
against the universe,
the terrible damnation
of evil ones,
cold hearted murderers?

but notice
the stars that carry you,
that warms your every breath,
heat your house,
light your day

the earthworm, my friends,
endlessly tilling the soil
for your breakfast,
lunch,
dinner,
even snacks...

have you even a worm
of gratitude,
a tiny worm of gratitude
for this one?

even while you sleep
the soil teems
with life support

take a break from your tantrums
and dreams of control
for just a moment
to notice

constant
service

Happy Valentines Day, Earthworm.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you.

ignorance

the ignorant
are not guilty

a blind man
is not guilty
of bumping into you
or stepping on your foot

forgive them
for the Love of Reality

they know not
what they do

no one
can see
what he does not see...
in the moment he does not see it

no one is guilty

a blind eye
is not guilty
of blindness

oh how very very sweet
this child is

Love sees all,
love embraces all

wisdom embraces
all ignorance
and is never threatened
for an instant

only love
for the one
who cannot see love...

how else will he ever see it?

defense

defense
is HOW
i keep it all going

being right.

be willing to
(and look forward to...)

failing,
being wrong,
not knowing,
losing everything,
getting nothing.

and just watch

how free is that

just watch
how you still have Everything
there is to have

some things you just can't lose.

this little light of mine...

not mine

can never lose
what isn't "mine"

you

transparent
calf white curtains
serenade

the window is open,
the air crystal clear

it can never be held

no concept can possibly
capture

you can read every book in the world,
in every language,
in all of time,
and it is not there

you can only feel it,
experience it,

you are It

one who travels
as the wind,
never knows
a windy day,
nor a windless day

so there is no extra loving day,
nor a loveless day

you are it

transparent calf white curtains
serenade,
the window is open,
the air crystal clear

i am that,
and
I can never be "that"

No concept
can hold
you

the window is open

Forgiveness offers everything I want.

I would spend time with you.
Come, Love,
Come

so long pushed away thought,
discriminated against,
held in a lower class,
in the dungeon

oh dear innocent child,
come

let this divisiveness be no more

this lynching,
this segregation,
and separation of
of good
and bad

welcome home,
my dear sweet "me",

every thought
of "me"

I want to spend time with you.

chase nothing

chase nothing,
receive everything

chase no smile,
no attention,
no response,
no  look from another

chase not to be seen,
nor heard
nor even laughter

but receive everything,
receive the blue of the sky,
the brilliance of  sunlight on snow,
the curve of a branch,
the squeak of a floorboard

boundless are the gifts
of this moment
if you but receive

one-heart-beat,
notice.

now another
and  another
and another

simply notice
and receive

sweep the floor no more
until you have given thanks
for the crumbs upon it

chase nothing,
receive everything

wings

all thoughts have wings
and are sped on their way
in perfect time

they needn't travel over land
by road,
by someone else's preset path

the children run about,
the bees buzz

and there is so much Space for All of It

thank you bees,
thank you bug,
thank you child,

have you thanked your visitors today?

thank you internet
("internest"just showed up
and I love
that we are "inter-nested")
thank you, Bernie

to Grandmother's House
we go...

in the blink of an eye
they come,

in the blink of an eye
they go

no thought
comes to stay

all thoughts
have wings

the universe doesn't care

the universe doesn't care
what you've done,
no matter how "wonderful"
nor how "horrific"

it doesn't care what you are
thinking or believing

fresh water is falling
right out of the sky
right now
completely free
for all,
without one bit of effort
from anyone
on the planet

how much kinder can it get?

no matter how cruel
you've been,
have you noticed
it still rains
and snows
and springs up right out of the ground!?

isn't thank you
just the only
appropriate response?

if you've been waiting
to be punished,
just notice...

there is fresh water falling
right out of the sky!

and trees giving off oxygen!

and even thick cement sidewalks
can't stop a tiny seed from sprouting
and growing up to give off oxygen for you...

what a lovely place to live!!

no matter what you've done...
no matter what you think...

just notice
fresh water still falls right out of the sky!!
without one bit of effort
from anyone
on the planet

the cajun islands

the cajun islands
screamed for their mother
as they sank below
the surface of the water,
afraid to lose the one and only

yet once under the water,
a world of flow,
of quiet,
a whole new vision,
surprises never seen
nor dreamt of

below the air
was not suffocation, no,

they melted,
saturated,
the little grains didn't mind at all,

no hot burning sun,
free to move around now
with ease
and grace
as the water carried them...

Life

Life wound her way
through every crevice,
every crack,
every block of steel

there was nothing
that could hold back
life!

She exploded in a symphony
of shapes,
sizes,
colors,
lines,
sounds,
even decimals,
dots
and particles

but no one
could ever
break her
into parts!

Is there really an elephant?

is it true?

is there really an elephant in the room?

poof!

or is it just a tiny mad idea,
not even an ant?

nothing at all

the horror show gone

no, love,
the mayhem,
the riots,
the AK 47's
are not (dangerous)

the turkey farm
was merely a joke

where ever red may fall,
where ever blue may strew,
where ever orange may land
and yellow bounce...

nothing to stew over

can anyone ever be
his tracks in the snow?

confusion is not a crime

confusion is an invitation
to compassion
and clarity

every fear,
an invitation to give,
an explicit direction
to look it straight in the eye

the very thing I fear the most
is my invitation
to Heaven

Stay in touch.

She is
but your own hand.

She is but waiting
for your kiss.

The elephant in the room
was just to get your attention...mom

poof

before you had leaves of green,
and I had eyes of gold...

before the jay was blue
and the night was dark,

before your first breath,
skin,
cell...

w-here did it all come from?

what exquisiteness
is it all made from?

can you believe
how magical (image-ical)
this all is/isn't?

poof
poof

poof

not lasting even for an instant,

can you really measure a thought
when you don't even have any proof
that it ever existed?

thought is not the enemy

thought is not the enemy

thought can be inspired,
insight,
realizations,
kind
loving
healing
life changing
freeing
unlocking

joyous
funny
hilarious

intelligent
wise
clear

enlightening
can give you direction

can carry you through storm and strife

can point you home

can serenade you

can be brilliant

can reflect your true nature

can drip heavy with tears of compassion

can humble you

can bless and heal

can create an entire universe....
now
now
now

but never does it have the power to harm...

thought
is
not
the enemy

all thoughts are harmless

only you
can pretend
to give them a power
that they do not have

Now that
is powerful

very good

and on the seventh day
he looked on it
and it was very, very good

aside from what you are believing
and thinking
are you ok?

O yes!
ode to Joy!
His Eminence,
the Sea of Cardamon,
the sweet nectar,

even a drop of this nectar
is enough
to cure all ills (illusions)

no fear can stand
in the midst of such harmony

no hand to hold
all forms melt

this Eternal Daylight

without "your thought",
no duplicity,
no suspicion of ill will

the wayward children,
all Home

we see everyone
is on the Way Home

lipstick on the face
of a whore,
but a prop,
an aid in my Homecoming

O child,
O child,
O child,
how can anything possibly
degrade the Purity
you are?

green

without "addition"

the grass is here
on this side of the fence!

i am
the green blade of grass

i am
the juice

i am
the wonder

i am
the growth
the strength
the flexibility
newborn
newness

i am
the fertile soil

i am
the rain drop

i am
the breeze,
the warm sun
on my face

i am
the bird calls

tis I
tis I
tis I

right here,
every bit of it

there is
no other side
of the fence

without addition

for thine is the Kingdom,
and the Power,
and the Glory
forever

prior to name/thought/label,
the veil of names

prior to "addition"
and "subtraction"

don't know,
nothing to know

no mind,
no "time", past, present or future

just happening (or not)
without a past...
how would you know...
where is your proof?

no reason to move,
no reason not to move,
just moved,
done,
thought,
all equal,
no order of difficulty

prior to the thought: "addition is possible",
(and subtraction is possible)

free
re-stored
em-powered
in-spired
no fear

you can't be better (in this moment)

no future is needed

I see how my happiness is actually
in being nothing at all,
perfect completely as is,
no "self" consciousness,
no wants,
no resistance,
no idea,
not two,
so fine

no need to crow from the rooftops
to gain attention,
to be heard,
to "wake others up",
to take credit

without any thought--
it's only a thought that would say
"i"/it needs more,
it is something,
will lose,
is not enough

I need less.
I need nothing at all in this moment
feels far truer.
I need nothing at all to be different.

without that thought (addition is possible),
so blessed
and a blessing
to myself!

Gifted
Gifted
Gifted...

s-i-l-e-n-c-e

she entered the phone booth,
and dialed the number,
S-I-L-E-N-C-E

she held the phone
close to her ear,
closed her eyes
and listened...
and listened...
and listened...

it was the most important
phone call she had all day

dazzling

there are highlights
in your life
that want to appear

there are cracks and breakings,
the looseness
is already un-raveled

right now

glorious

without your judgments

reality is bright
and untarnished

love is

"to the illumined mind
the whole world burns
and sparkles with light"
(emerson)

standing on the ceiling

guilt
prison
chains
trapped
pattern
rigid
stuck in a groove

it takes a bit of a jolt
to oust out of a groove

or does it?

is it possible
the mud sides of the groove
simply melt

like candle wax
turning to liquid

elevation,
excavation

what if you stood on the ceiling
and saw the view from upside on the down?

what if you saw the bottom of the car,
the foundation of the house
under the ground?

what if all that was visible
no longer was,
and all that was previously out of sight
was now in your face?

what if you were sitting
smack dab in the center
of your neighbor's heart
and you saw it all from there?

what if pelican eyes were yours?
the sky your native ground?

what if the prison had no roof,
the groove no sides,
and your neighbor is yourself...?

what if there is
no other country?

Welcome Home, Love,
welcome home

Thank you

"how do I know you will pay me?"
the little boy asked his mom

at the time
she could not answer

she was devastated
he did not "trust" her

tonight she went went back,
she asked herself what she thought
she would have if he trusted her

and she saw it was all about her
and how she missed completely
this little boy in that moment

she couldn't even hear the question

tonight she met the little boy for the first time
and she saw herself:
"how do I know I will be paid,
be provided for?"

and she heard Katie,
notice
in this moment
all that is,
all that you have

just notice
how abundant,
more than you can possibly use
(six cups on the kitchen counter)
six times as many cups as I could possibly use,
not to mention the ones in the cupboard

So so so much  more than I need,
and i notice the future is  now, now, now...
overflow overflow overflow

even one human being...
how much gratitude is enough for a human being...
just one
amazing
living
breathing
being

and
everything's breathing
like a giant accordion

regardless of what you are thinking
or where your attention is

seven billion hearts
no matter what you say, do or think

trees, too,
beating
pulsing
breathing
respiring

have you noticed how well things are going?

"a grateful heart, a garden is"--
gratitude, the soil

the baseline,
breathes new life
into that worn and spent image

gratitude flowers
where only dust was seen

out of "nowhere"
gratitude streams

the emaciated smiles,
the ripe tomatoes
fall plump and juicy
off the vine

is there anything in your world
right now
you have not given thanks for?

the desert but waits
your gratitude

the spring
truly is within

how do I know I will be paid?
oh oh oh
it's everywhere! everywhere! everywhere!

endless!
gratitude

priceless

thank you, son

Jealousy

jealousy
is all about
I'm not doing it,
I'm not living it.

What is it I want to do
and am afraid of doing?

What is holding me back?

I should be more disciplined.
Is it true?

No. I live by inspiration.

If I was not inspired to do it,
I was not supposed to.

Maybe you don't really want to do it,
don't really value it.

You simply weren't inspired.
You obviously shouldn't be doing it,
because you are not.

You should not be like her.
You are a different bird,
a different color, sweetheart.

Just think if all the birds were parrots,
all green
with identical markings,
voice, and activity.

For heaven's sake!
wouldn't we all be missing out
on the crows, ravens, seagulls,
hawks, turkeys, starlings, doves,
geese, ostriches, robins, bluebirds,
blue jays, canaries, thrushes,
sparrows, and eagles,
just to name a few?

You are not supposed to be,
do, think, act, feel, or live
like anyone else
for one moment.

You are the only one of your kind.

Please
sing your song!