stillness watches

stillness watches

all things

without judgement

stillness sees only stillness

wholeness

the necessity of every small part

in relation to the whole

this moment in time

this change of thought

this "lesson"--seeing it is not so....

everything

in service to the Light

oh dear Master

of my Soul

Who is in charge

and is asking me in every moment

is that true?

the Wisewoman Spiritkeeper within

always there,

"is that what's really going on?"

her holy eyes know

and see

of course

it is not

a grocery store

a date

a beach

a cat

but a question

of truth....

what are you?

Spirit

or

flesh?

and from the Depths

the Answer

always

echoing

echoing

echoing

Home

Home

Home

remember

your Home....

stillness

bargains

what bargain

can take the place of God?

something for nothing

is a plan of guilt--

stealing

and so hell

and damnation

i give nothing,

but take what you have

poverty thinking

demands poverty be maintained

a black hole

but wills to suck in

no comfort can ever be found here

this is the dream

that must be recognized

for what it is

death can never

bear life

and

you are not dead

crucifixion is only an idea

in your mind

an error in your perception

of Reality

Joy being the Source of Creation,

where can crucifixion be found?

Joy but holds out her hands to you

She wills but to touch

your Heart

so gently

so lightly

the Hush of Heaven

is all

you

ever

hear....

and so

it is

through the eyes of a fool

what is lunacy,

luna see?

but to see the light

shining

in the darkness

and the path that is our own

primitive societies,

pre-civilized,

called their

strange thinkers

strange seers

but shaman

seeing the world through

the eyes of a lunatic

someone whose axis

is shifted just a few more degrees

than average

is to see everything

from a new perspective

looking in through an open window

instead of looking out

from inside the mind of the dreamer

sleep is revealed

what is strangeness

but a different point of view(ing)

habit eats breakfast everyday at a table

sitting down

never

experiencing

what it is

to sit

on a cloud...

rising indeed from the bedcovers

and instead of placing bare feet

on to the cold stone floor

the fool unfolds her wings

and is lifted

without effort

to break her fast

in the clear blue sky

high above the level of all problems

with a vista

that bends

around

all curves...

rotation

of the mind

must occur

for a full

view

of

reality...

this is the

revolution

inside

each

of

us

slowly

slowly

slowly

we turn....

Mount Self

the mountain emerges

from under the snow

feel the massive movement

within your mind

yes, truth rises

again

like no other

tiny idea

Truth fills the scene

the Mountain

holds it all

all else rests upon this

mountain

whereupon the commandments

live

there is but God,

no other gods are possible

this

is the mountain

i am

simply Light

without anything else

at all

aromatherapy

Truth is true

there are no alternatives

no different "rooms"

no body of you

different

from the body of this

and the body of that

containers partway filled--

some more

some less

but always holding

different

ingredients

Only Truth is true

each bottle

overflowing

with

the same Life

filling the air

with

the delicious aromas

that do ignite

our fire

and make it grow

brighter

the aroma of Truth

even without our awareness

it is all

there

ever

is

Joy is open

Joy opens wide her door

and here is Eternity at last

Heaven's gate

has never been closed

no fence at all exists

the truth is seen at last

imaginary thoughts

are not real

Holiness is the only judgement

that is true

earth quakes

the earth

quivers

and shakes

quakes

the towers

crumble

and fall

the world is rocked

where fear has tiptoed away

what remains

where fear has gone?

no hard fast rules

no nets for catching people up

no entrapment

nothing to trip up on

only

crystal clarity

sparkling in the sun

perhaps at first

we have to squint

because our eyes are so used to

dark thoughts and deception

drawn blinds

but now

there is no denying it

any longer

birds do sing in our hearts all day long

unstoppable

and the Light

of constant Joy

is not a figment

of our imagination...