blowing the mind

Father

blows the mind

blows the "world" away

into bits and pieces

Love

Generosity

Father

is proof

scarcity does not exist,

is not true

generosity lives me,

rivers me,

reveres me

generosity sees

the twinkle

in the midst

of suicide

generosity

will never let go of you,

let you slip under the quicksand

to be blind

by dark

generosity will kiss

you,

embrace

you,

even at mid-night,

in the darkest hour

of torture,

denial

generosity

can never change,

never give anything else

but

the truth

of its existence

not one thing

not one thing

can block the way to my Father

hold not one thing

or

you give my joy

second position,

gutter,

effect,

not cause

there is no thing, person, situation, image,

in this world

that holds

any

joy for you

only Father

can do that,

be that,

is

It illumines

everything you see

to the illumined mind

the world sparkles

"i" know nothing

because "i"

is an imagined viewpoint,

a fantasy of disconnection,

everything "it" sees one with its fantasy

what would friendship do?

here is where true marriage is

friends don't divorce,

a friend is a mender of fences

being always consistent,

honest,

pure,

devoted,

supportive,

sees through

the mosquito bites,

the mistakes

are always given a chance

to come back down

proportionate to the whole,

not all of it

friends watch

the parade of life,

time can lapse,

distance in space seem to picture,

yet one heart

remains

one heart

re-mains

gratitude

not one thing

can block the way

to Father

natural

a smile

the world,

the universe

of

a

smile

all it entails,

lifting the corners of "lips"

cheeks,

eyes,

eyebrows,

forehead,

all of body lightens,

blood pressure shifts,

warm,

full,

with you

and me

loving loving loving

no future

no past...

from where

does this happening

come?

origin?

that lights the face

of every face

lights the way,

a "smile",

we say the word

and never stop,

to take in

this grace,

this glory

the most natural act

millions of times a day,

wholly void of effort,

effort and joy being opposites,

and without overlap of any kind

what great news this is,

in spite of all evidence to the contrary,

happiness lives

laughter simply lives

when something is funny,

it just is

we don't have to prove it

or argue about it

or research it

or decide anything

it just is

and nothing can stop the smile

no thing

no one

no power in the universe

can stop

us

from breaking

into

a big

huge

grin

from breaking

into

laughter

breaking up

falling over

rolling on the floor

in total

uncontrollable

joy!

one pinstripe at a time

without judgement

on the pinstripe,

on Harvard,

or Yale,

or the high school drop out,

or heroine addict...

without judgement,

on this picture

without history,

data, based on others,

hearsay

of frightened judging minds...

wouldn't you see a kindred soul?

one who loves something,

who walks,

drinks orange juice,

goes to the bathroom,

just like you,

wants to be happy

and thinks he has an idea of what that might be,

and is doing the best that he can...

given what he believes?

wouldn't you have compassion

for this version of you?

this operating system with a virus,

a default setting

of "not good enough"...

wouldn't you just like

to follow him home one night

and give him surprise love notes

under his pillow,

on the mirror in the bathroom,

on his milk in the refrigerator...?

wouldn't you love to

float into his ear

and hear

when he has the thought

"i'm not good enough"...?

and wouldn't you love to

just gather that thought all

up in your arms--

roll it up in the soiled sheets,

carry it downstairs

in the laundry basket

and leave him

this sparkling space of clarity...

that is lighter than anything

he has ever experienced...?

where he clearly hears guidance

and feels supported,

and simply can't

locate any more reasons

why not to love...?

so

this is

yours to give,

in this very physical world

any time you feel

"i'm not good enough"...

love,

so dear, so real, so unaffected,

truly

hovers

in every moment

to land you,

and ground you,

and bring you back

to

Reality

one pinstripe

at

a

time...

So what?

so what?

if it took nine months?

who made you timekeeper in this play?

isn't that how you rob yourself of love?

give yourself a deadline to make--

a cross to bear,

five minutes late,

and off with your head

taking "too long"--says who?

it's all a claim of

not here now

"should have been done yesterday",

who says it wasn't

done in your mind

before you even began?

completion

now i lay a clock on it

and try to push and pull

and fit that one and a half hour job

into the

half hour box

and i just can't seem to do it!!!

so i conclude

brilliantly

"i suck"

what muck!

what senseless insanity is this?

one and a half hours

does not fit into

a half an hour box.

rest, angel,

there is no need.

who put you up to this task?

of twisting the left arm off your

doll so she can fit in the box

you found in the alley?

the monster

wants only to divide, separate,

and box up,

to keep control,

order,

that has no life!

no breath!

who can breathe

when quartered,

sorted,

and packed up to

fit the monster's agenda?

tick, tick, tick, tick

i know...

i know...

i know....

i know...

so what?

if it takes

nine years!!!

who made you

timekeeper

in this play?

How arrogant to be small!

How arrogant

all the reasons,

seasoning,

spices,

flavors,

perks,

the reasons

not

to love...

you do not know

the capabilities that lie in you,

that ARE you

it's what you are

you do not know

do you see

you

gave birth to a baby?!!!

a baby!

see,

go back to that moment

you first laid eyes,

first held in your arms

that infant

that came to life

within you

as you slept,

wrote,

washed the dishes,

actually did nothing consciously...

do you see

you didn't DO IT?

it was done

as you

through no effort

of your own

and possibly in spite of your effort not to

give birth,

it came anyway,

life

as you

if this is reality/truth,

why is it you tell yourself

you can't make a phone call,

can't do the dishes right now,

can't get it done,

can't do all you desire,

can't give all you are to the world

in this moment?

oh dear dear dear child,

sit down,

it is not so

you simply are the star

you see

shining in the night

that sends its light

trillions of miles away

and you can not know

where it lands

and how

it lights the world

for all the Universe to see

you cannot see how

the child

you carried

lights the lives, the minds,

brings laughter

to all the rings of faces

and hearts,

her tree touches,

and how those

touch those and those and those...

you cannot see

how arrogant all the reasons why not...

to love

re-side

Our Father

Who art heavenly,

having all,

love,

every ant

every speck of dirt

upon my clean white shirt

is

God

everything

drops of God,

manna,

having,

haven,

safety

you simply must de-cide,

re-side,

agree

that the Son has risen!

claim no more

it is dark outside,

nor inside,

when the Son is clearly shining

as bright as can

be

isn't that kind of a one-sided position?

"darkness"

for goodness sakes,

forgiveness's sake,

how can you see at all

if there is no light ?

yes,

pause,

slow down,

breathe,

ready?

how can you see

at all

if there is no light,

no love,

in this situation?

and watch

it fall

if love,

if light,

is there at all

then

let

it be

look at it

look directly at the light

you failed to see

while claiming darkness

with all your might

and denying

this Pearl

of wisdom,

sitting so clearly

so beautifully

right in the center,

between right

and wrong

Our Father

Who art heavenly,

having all love,

every ant,

every speck of dirt

on my clean white shirt

is,

must be,

God