the best things in life

ego says: do something!

you should do more

do anything

just do something

you need to earn your keep

you need to do something to deserve to be here

Holy Spirit sings clear as a bell

the best things in life are free!

yeah! yeah!

that is really true

and

money DOES grow on trees

apples

pears

peaches

cashews

oranges

lemons

grapefruit

cherries

wood...

how easily are the silly stories we have believed and suffered for

seen as simply ridiculous

whoever taught us was clearly confused (another name for guilt)

all wealth is freely flowing within us

all the time

free:

laughter

seeing

gratitude

the ability to question every belief

every thought we have ever had

stillness

meditation

contemplation

revelation

miracles

guidance

truth

wisdom

the POWER of our mind

imagination

humility

attitude

love

joy

radiance

humor

beauty

listening

is so free

and endlessly valuable

all healing is free

whatever you think costs you anything

whatever you think you have to pay for

is the voice of loss and sacrifice speaking

it is not true

Joy grows

inside of you

we don't have to earn anything:

taste

touch

sight

feelings

free communication

sanity is free

clarity

what when where who is given

so grateful

all happiness is

accepting

what is freely already ours

the best things in life

are free

life

where would you start?

where would you start...

your day?

look around your life/room

ask....

would i step into...

the midst of loveliness

as far as i can see

or

would i

be planted on the leaf of envy,

comparison,

not good enough...

a bug's eye view

looking up

and feeling small

looking down

and feeling tall (er)

looking down

on all "those" littler bugs

on my high horse

in this little bug's mind

always struggling

how can i make this tiny existence

be grand and great

how can i magnify/distort

my "self"

to make it

a castle...

worth something?

oh, the insanity...

where

would you start

this moment?

Heaven, above the crisis

or

hell, below

the view

of Eternity/Infinity?

Infinity

or

bug?

what would you call Home?

infinite mind

or

your house

made of dirt?

Loveliness wants you...now!

the Most Beautiful Song is loving you

now

feel

feel

feel

the loveliness...

loveliness

Loveliness

created me

lovely

loveliness

is my Father (of me)

is Mother (of me...)

sister

brother

child

cousin

aunt

uncle

employer

student

teacher

the grocery clerk

shipper

officer

politician

the bird on this

soil

loveliness

the notes

of this Song

the Heart

Loveliness sings

be cause

that's what she is

she is

the Song

the Origin

the beginning

the middle

and the end

of all that is

we hum

be cause

we are

Happiness Itself

not bodies

Happiness motors us

grows us

awakens us

Happiness

the One Power

Life

so happy

so grateful

for this Big

Happy

Perspective

the Center

extending outward

forever

Self

educating

giving

communicating

connecting always

Communion with all that is,

Joy

how lovely

gratitude

gratitude

longs to give itself to you

gratitude

flows

over all wounds

and gives thanks

for any thought of lack

of attack

of pain

that it is seen at last

unveiled

re owned

not tacked on to someone else's wall

gratitude

sees the benefit

of truth

of uncovering

the mistake

grateful for the pain

that alerted us

to the upside down view

the nonsensical message

that said Love is sacrifice/loss/murder

and fear

is safety

at last

we have nothing but

gratitude

to see our insanity

and see

that it has had no effect

on Love

God

Reality

Stillness

we remain forever grateful

as we were created...

prior to our first belief/lie

gratitude flows

over all wounds

soothes the broken skin

relieves the fight

gives wholeness back

to "the enemy"

"the lion

shall lie down

with the lamb"

gratitude

ferns grow in the shade

i want to stop justifying my existence

who would i be without judgement?

free

wings spread

lifted

carried

by inspiration

breath

fed

from within

mirrar...miraculous...to see

to feel

weightless

a flower blooming on the sofa

right on time

not earlier than others

nor later than anyone else

no comparison at all

allowing the waves

to carry me

to rest

crest and fall

like each breath

allowing the rhythm to be

relaxed into what is

night and day

up and down

fast and slow

empty into full

active until resting

so the wheel

at the top

now under

it is

all perfect

all the same

the snail

the racehorse

the pace isn't made by me

the sun's light never dies

even darkness is just a shadow....a sign

of light

there are no shadows in absolute darkness

without judgment

i enjoy the shade

it's cool green moisture

the ferns and the moss grow here

it's kind

when i don't run away...

no choice

no choice

the grass is growing

no choice

how fast or slow

no choice

it swoops and bends and swirls

and waves and drops its seeds

no choice

it ripens

and gets eaten by the birds

i can not see

where every strand of grass ends up

and ends its life

i cannot see the nutrients dismantle

and feed the next young tyke

no choice

i can not see

where

my son has gone,

his body laid down too

the leaf leaves the tree at a moment in time

when?

when?

no choice

by me

orchestrated by something

so much larger than myself

i can not see

where he has gone

i really can not see

an actual cause for tears,

evidence,

i can not find

for what i can not see

is where i

am blind

a mystery

is but waiting

beyond the bend

in my mind

my son has gone walking

walking

walking

beyond

the corners

of my mind

no choice

the tune is playing

in the sunlight

throughout time

who thinks he holds the reins

to his life upon this earth

is misguided,

not the Guide,

that predates

and transcends

his little birth.

no choice

the beauty

of the raindrops

that fall

and fall

and fall

why why why

is there any difference

between my son

and

all?

would you stop the earth from turning?

the seasons to reverse?

would you stay a man from dying

and lay on him

your

curse...

(your

fear

of

death...)?

what on this planet

is

eternal

and will stay?

blessings to every single thing

as it passes

away

every moment

every moment

every

m o m e n t . . .

thank you

dream world

Joy

is an image

i have made

a fantasy

in some far off place

where she does not exist

a false image

an identity

and this one

doesn't match up to the one

i have also made up

sitting on the couch

dream world

comparing images

and suffering

because

oh woe

they do not match up

something is wrong...

and all the while

i

am

a waking flower

sleepy child yet,

but on the path,

and waking

as she does

not according to some ego plan/script/identity:

enlightened being

spiritual minister

clockwork

robot

without fault

no,

this girl

still wears skin

and bones

and vomits even

she eats

and pees

and laughs

and cries

and hangs on

and clings

and sometimes

something opens wide her eyes

her mind

sees expansive horizons

beyond the bend

out of sight

of the ego's claws

sometimes

she rests

flight arrives

soars

on reality

on the unity

of Truth

but let her now see

she has fallen

into the trap

once again

of fantasizing

she were an image

different than she is

oh, to strangle

what she is now

to block the flow

of love to her

in anyway

is the very nail

the very mistake

that holds her

to

this skin