one

God is the love

in which my heart swells

and becomes all i am

all i see anywhere

it becomes all of time

every second

but a place for

heartness

heartiness

can you feel it now?

heartiness is shared

is one thing

not mine

or yours

heartiness is the quality of

life itself

all life

must be hearty

absolutely overflowing with

itself,

love

meeting

extending

everywhere

yes

on and on and on and on....

we never meet

for the first time

because

we have never been

apart

(a part)

child's play

all thoughts

are one thing

like children

they do seem to be many

calling out to us,

watch me!!!

look at this!

see me summersault,

flop down on the bed:

my name is defeat!

i am very powerful

my name is failure--

i am a more powerful idea

than love

my daddy is bigger than yours!

my name is wimpy--

i am a very attractive idea;

let's spend the day together

my name is fear--

let's run away together--

it's fun to go shopping!

a parade of ideas/concepts

all day long

seeming like a lot

but really only one

One idea

come home

be still

everything is a reminder:

God is

what am i?

the pool

of clarity

is

my home

all the way to the bottom

i can see

every stone

and its harmlessness

it blocks nothing

a rock is simply a rock

it does no harm

to the water

the clarity of water

is not marred

by sand stirred up

it still remains

forever water

crystal clear forever

its nature

the sand may rise and fall

but never

will clarity

disappear

endless joy

endless joy

is the happiest

thought

i can think of

why would i toss it out

the train window?!

what could ever

push me

to do such a thing?

it can

only be

a bad dream!

certainly

in reality

Joy

would never

kill herself

Joy holds

no murder

it simply isn't

so

it is simply

a ridiculous

thought

that we could

ever throw away

what we are

it is not sin

it simply isn't so

it never happened

the impossible

did not occur

Joy remains

our identity

Accept

this

Fact

and all joy

is yours

my name is open

my name is open

i am not a wall

built of bricks

and numbered

vertebrae

and ribs

and bones

that crack into a million pieces

scattered on the beach as sand

i am open

to include

all of it

the grains of the sand on the beach

are but a miniscule

part

of the whole

how could i possibly

leave out

everything else

and

be

what i am?

the joy

of wholeness!

open

channel

to

receive

to hear

to allow

to carry

never

am i

more

myself

than this!

virgin

without defenses

only tenderness

wonder

facing the opposite direction

we have for so long held

that of defense

and difference

and knowing the constant need and effort

for protection

in every moment

even while sleeping at night

now

the depth of

tenderness

approaches

us

expands and opens

and keeps opening

and opening

and

opening

what?

is

this?

not the small word

from my past

from my dictionary

no relation to

things

of this world

the unknowing

the wholly surrendered

frame

paradigm

all meaning

is

met

fully met

with a surprise

and wonder

pockets keep opening

and exclaimed at silently

what is this place?

this sparkling space

where attack

has never lived

at all?

tenderness is

so very

very

virgin

all the way through

i am not a body

spirit is my name

and no other

no other name but this is true

what would you call me

other than Heart?

other than Song?

other than Life Force

in Full Bloom?

inside out

and outside in

all one

burst

of spires

in spires

out spires

but never

expired

this for certain:

continuity

consistency

one thing all the way through

what is spirit

must

forever be

Itself