rainbow

have you ever seen a rainbow appear?

we don't see it

until it's there

notice

trust the unseen,

what rainbow, prism of the whole sprectrum,

is there, but not yet seen by our eyes?

a man

came back,

defenseless,

sitting there,

listening,

resting,

so nondemanding

a space

prepared

for whatever

so grateful

for this space

"another" offers

to lay my thoughts

words

feelings

out in this open space

that it might be received

with love

honor

and respect

allowed

to be

wholly

fully

crying

expressing

and the friend

remains kind,

only kind,

in the face

of any thought

redemption

so grateful

nothing i ever think, say or do

can hurt anyone or anything

when met

with kindness

stillness remains forever undisturbed

endless song

of gratitude

rainbow: light shining through the rain

gift of a blizzard

gift of a blizzard

"alone" on the couch,

looking out the window,

checking the computer...

no one else here,

i imagine

Brooke, Ted, Joann,

images appear,

i light up,

i light myself up,

thankful for the love

i feel

toward these images/symbols

in my mind

the "snow" piled up on the "tree",

are these really two separate "things"?

without a name,

there are no numbers,

no knowing,

no boundaries

i feel happy

when i look,

the light

glistening and bouncing

to "me"

curious

designer

of this fantastic!

fantasy

watch

the parade of images

watch

watch

watch

no one else is here...:-)

shut in with "me",

the universe,

within

Sanity's Prayer, Your Heart's Desire

Sane Mind

(our Father Mind Who art In HeavenPerfectPeace)

re-mind me of You, Sanity

(Thy Kingdom come,

our one Will of Joy be remembered)

when i am tempted

to believe

i am not sane...

i need,

i want,

i should be different,

anything should be different

(lead us not into temptation, fear, believing a thought, imagination, worshipping what isn't)

let us question such insane thinking

(but deliver us from evil)

for Sanity is All That Is

(for Thine is the Kingdom)

lies/wishes/misperception have no power over truth/reality

(and the Power)

nothing feels better than the truth

(and the glory)

lies/beliefs have never been true

(forever)

and so it is

(amen)

receive yourself

space

is without property,

handles,

identification tags

luggage tumbling through space,

underwear flying,

blouses,

high heels...

the suitcase fell open,

a kaleidoscope now,

of shapes, colors, designs

owned by no one now,

back to the universe

where they came from

so "we" tumble

through space

falling, bending, smiling, now frowning,

coming around a corner,

speeding along the freeway,

now pulling slowly into the driveway

or floating on a tropical wave

where will the universe

have me burst open to

next?

cross what path?

"i" remember

"i" am but one beautiful piece

of stained glass

among the infinite

where will the Beauty

shining through me

fall today?

first

on my eyes

i behold

the emerald glow,

the light

within

receive your Self

this day

and

be whole

all beauty

in heaven

and earth

is you

free snow! free reminders!

the snowflakes show us

what's invisible

is there

the unseen air

is now visible

it's always moving,

blowing

filling the space

that seems empty,

between us,

to prove

we are two

but

if the space

is not empty,

but full,

and there is no space,

then there is only one

nothing not touching the whole,

no speck of your body

not being touched,

in connection

with the whole

at all times

thank you, flakes,

that show us,

they do not fall straight to the ground,

there is no vacuum,

no gap,

in God

nothing

ever

leaves

the snow may seem to vanish...

but that is only

through

the eyes of a child...

mama

does not cry for the melting of a snowflake...

she sings for the fertile crop she knows it will bring

in the spring,

the rushing rivers,

the bath water,

and boiling soup...

come, little snowflakes, come

and

we sing

and we sing

and we sing

at this abundance

this fullness

eternal...

a picture of Love...

no price to be paid...

it's all free,

as long as you love it

swirling flakes

flakes swirling

floating

seem to be outside

the window

ideas

float and swirl

millions of them

in this space

one at a time

they come to rest gently

on my hand or nose

and melt

from the warmth

i love this space

to meet the ancient,

the one

who continues to knock

and knock and knock...

lost child,

momma!

momma!

momma!

it's cold out here

it's snowing

help me...

momma,

i need...

i want...

you should...

momma,

can you hear me?

over and over and over

the child cries

until we sit still,

and open the door,

sit her on our lap,

and really listen

tell me everything, child,

'til you have no more to tell

i will hold you through it all

you are safe here

your story can not hurt you any more

i hold you

always

we are held

by Infinite Love

cry your eyes out

feel your feelings

let them live

let them pass through

love

is

forever

home

come, little snowflakes, come

student of the rose

without a future

i am so still

i see the roses bloom...

slowly

slowly

slowly unfurl

flowing sculpture recreating continuously

beauty

opening

opening

opening

the inside revealing itself

ever so slowly

i only notice

when i am very still

otherwise,

hurrying along,

mind in the imaginary future,

i miss it

i perceive they are doing nothing at all,

just sitting there day after day after day...

and i want to hurry them along,

rip them open

to find what is kept secret

from my sight

in the future

mind dictates to them

to keep up with my

wildly frantic flailing

how lovely

roses aren't insane

they demonstrate,

remind,

me of the sanity

i am

without a future