clayfulness

clayfulness

how loving is this thought

everything putty in my hands, literally

are you my lover

or my killer?

wow!

what power!

this sculptor has

one flick of a finger

and you are down,

clayfulness

now the angel that lives me

oh dear dear dear God

am I

Heaven is a decision I must make

now

tender mouths

silence

lets other people

speak

your truth

you have denied to yourself

your unconcious

is simply

what you are hiding from yourself

silence

meets these thoughts,

opens wide the space to hear

invitation

to poetry

watch

these tender mouths

about you

from their lips

these jewels

are yours

shared treasures

fountaining

out of God

in the light

we can both

see them sparkle

thank you thank you thank you

for your honesty

open book

open book

the last book you'll ever read

revealed

unveiled

in quiet

as you sit,

watch,

wait

the still

small

voice

of silence,

is the pathway through

the crowd,

the throngs,

of ideas,

concepts as people,

pressing upon you

the parting of the sea

that

you may walk through,

cross

moses

is

silence

the laws,

thou shalt have no other gods before me

is not a commandment,

but the nature of reality

nothing but Love

exists

no other idea can hold

against this fact

pretend all you want

nothing outside you will

ever give you

your happiness

oh,

this is funny,

i see it now...

upon my open slate

this morning

i am given the first commandment,

the underlying truth

of All that is,

the oldest testament to Love

timeless,

upon my couch,

this timeless voice,

this timeless truth,

God is

and nothing else is

this truth

does

undo

all mountains

equal ground

justice for all

beyond time

beyond space

beyond fear

silence

listen

mystery

revealing

now

speechless

of fire

of love

"of"

re stores the relationship

of

ov um

the question appears

"what are You?"

re turn (back around)

to God

to what?

of what?

of What are you?

without needing to know

just relax into

of

feel yourself

resting on the cloud,

held,

supported

"out of thin air"

of air

of nothing

it seems...

can it be

that nothing

is a "magic box"

that the unseen,

the invisible,

is not really

nothing?

the "don't know"

the mystery

sacred

untouched

unimagined,

unseen is un-imaged

without a picture,

a concept

for it,

does it mean

nothing is there?

perhaps nothing conceivable,

being

uncontainable

no words

be fore words,

backwords,

in back of words

no other gods,

words,

concepts,

be fore

me, God: no word

without needing to know

allow

no need to understand:

listen

listen

listen

listen

listen

listen...

you will be told

Love will blaze a pathway

of

Itself

Heaven

perfectly harmonic

smiles:

creation

simply arriving

simply arriving

simply (you play no part)

arriving...

mystery

mind wants to crack it,

this "nut"

to box it

describe it

analyze it

predict it

organize it

market it

teach it

a product with an instruction booklet

to be "mastered"

and rated

and evaluated

to be the knower of It

to have dominion over It...

over it's Own Creator

the child,

to understand

the Father

is to miss the Father's Love

to learn of the Father,

is to listen

allow Heaven to speak

beyond your wildest dreams

beyond your imagination

beyond your little concepts

just allow

this moment

in full glory

open

to the Infinite

right here,

right now:

i see

the Love of God

is shining

in "a jade plant",

the dancer

curving

so gracefully,

beauty,

brand new

creation

tender

innocent

infinite

i have never seen this

before,

never seen

anything

so beautiful

speechless

of

"of"

is why

there is no "i"

contemplate "of"

it's the whole picture

water pours out "of" the faucet

one (substance)

no separate identity/quality/nature

ever

of

God

no "i"

only God comes of God

the same

extending out

"of"

is truer

than

"i" (made up concept of separate, image)

no view of "eye"/i

in water,

any one point

isn't possible

no pause in flow

no separate paused position

"of"

is the

corrected perspective

of "i"

the frame around everything: "of"

it comes of

something

water,

no stop

no start

continuous flow

all

of

all

one

of God,

the same,

but not the originator

the child,

not the Father,

though like Him in every way

effect,

not cause

sourced

wholly dependent

"of"

the umbilical cord still in place

100% shared Identity

"of"

missing nothing

supplied

supported

the connecting pre-position...of God

no need to "get",

being "of"

no need to

to defend,

being "of"

provided for

of

(told)

of,

not discrete

"of": our true relationship to the Father/Reality/the invisible

"of"

rights

the upside-down

backward

way of seeing

"of": all safety

One

of

Service

"of"

is why

there is

no "i"

contemplate

"of"

sister kitty

sister kitty

loves me

inside

she purrs

to calm me down

to gently

massage

the tension

the mind contracts

contracting

dis ease

re lax ing

the kitty

absorbs the Sonlight,

follows it about the Home

free for the receiving

pouring down

pouring through

coming to

shade or light

whatever kitty

prefers

i've noticed

my kitty

always accepts the gift

of warmth

and light

so

natural

re-maining

he's off

the ship has left

the dock

to sail the world

unseen

i remain

at Home

stature

of liberty

Holiness,

the lighthouse,

torch,

the lady holding the lamp

the cat

in the bag,

trickster mind

under wraps

free now

to walk anywhere,

long broad footsteps,

stepping wide across the desert,

over the mountain range

one step in the ocean

and out the other side

hands

able to reach the stars

and collect them

in her purse

or perhaps

rub them in her hair

and like fireflies

let them dance about her face

woman of light,

teardrops of moonlight

falling gently down her cheeks,

but cleaning out

the ancient ducts

blocked so long ago

by dirt and dust

lady of light

reaching in the window

in the morning

to wake you from your dreams,

and let you

read

by candlelight,

the eternal flame

the eternal flame

the eternal

flame

re

mains