cresting! this wave

cresting!

 this wave

cresting!

 this wave

oh,

young fish,

glistening with the sweat

of dancing in the night

to the top of your lunging

and swayling

churluscious...

she rises

 off the wood panels

above

above

only  starlight

can make weightless

there is no flesh here now

not even one toenail

only fluttering chiffon

breezing 

skyward 

waves

your hand,

the

connection

to the

whole

universe

center

never 

letting

go

stability

of the

rock

and

rolling over,

Beethoven,

hovering

hovering

hovering

angels

dancing

the Oneness,

the twoness,

the trinity

of you

me

All

try angles

cresting the waves!

sprays in all directions

and never leaves

the Ocean

dancing with you,

spraying in all directions,

we never leave

The Heart!

grapefully

just listen, love,

turn off the radiotvrecordedmusic

the concert
playing now within
symphonic
harmony
percussion
drip droopple drapling
heart
grapefully

wine of strings

through

ever improvisation
this
moving on

oh oh oh
dearest

only this

listen

creation
ever
now

simply

witness

the most amazing
loveliness

you've never imagined

silly sounds...

terrifying questions
and quakers

do i really exist?
is there really  nothing else to do?
do i really have no choice?
am i really being thought?
do i really have no control,
can take no credit,
and nothing should be different than it is?

oh the sweet song
of surrender!

take my chain
i have carried
all these seeming years

a chain to the calendar,
and whips for my friends
and mates
to do as i instruct

take this delusion
from me
that i know the big picture,
that I understand my origin

and have the perspective
to orchestrate
happiness

take this lie
from me
that happiness
isn't
always
my nature
now

who needs control
when blessings
fountain
through you
without pause

the fullness
Spirit
ever
brilliancing
belighted
ripeness

terrrifying questions
and quakers

do not exist
in the fountain

only receiving
receiving
receiving

only silly sounds
heard now

who really wants
a choice
other than Joy?

losing is winning... is gliding...

lose your history
and gain an unnamed country,
a land of no them and no us,
a space without teaching
this means that
and that means this,
a land without learning,
 a land where argument is impossible

lose your experience
and gain someone else's

lose your knowing,
your certainty,
and be surprised
by grace

lose your need to be right
and someone else can be

lose your propriety of  God,
and someone else can be wise,
the most evolved, all knowing

lose your arrogance
and perhaps you can hear
the mouse
inside you

lose your way,
lose getting your way,
and all the effort
that goes with it

and watch

the glide

without resistance,
friction,
the need
to be right

glide
is

you're It

loss is impossible

freight train filled
the living room

big
powerful
loco motive

loss
re moved from reality
must
be filled 
with overflowing power

earth shaking

strength
gleaming
presence
God
arrival
here
now
always

loss
removed
from reality
means
ever
fullness

full bloom now....now.....now.....

raisin in the sun
re turned
to grape
juicy
bursting
ripe

life
open mind
shuts not
one minute
out

not one instant
deprived
of joy full ness

mama filled the room

filled it!
do you hear?

not one space,
not a crack
without Her

tight up against the wall
Love
presses in on you


no escape possible


pressurized
 Love

impressed
in service

you're It

no escape
ever

can angels really die?

breasting you,
the milk of God

resonant rainbows
delight in every
color

and every color
between the colors

the slightest shift
ever beautiful
ever still
radiance

can it be the slap of a hand
on your face
or heart
or back
is any different?

the slap of the news
upon your ears?

oh no! you shriek
oh yes! says God,
gifter of all that is

there is no mess in your mind
that will not be cleaned up

that you may know
the love you are
without delay,
without a moment's
hesitation

death
no more
no more
no more

do angels die?

tell me,
sweet love,
can angels really die?

say yes and there is no hope

yet angels remain
remain
remain
with you
ever to show you
the whole picture
of reality

stand still, young love,
the shining is

oh,
stand still

allow
one moment
to be totally open

a clearing
in your tangle
of beliefs

and see
you are free
now

death is a gift

the past is gone

this moment
gone,
dead,
never to come again...

(we all died in that Aurora movie theater)

always
born again in this moment

gone....

death
is a gift

ideas
laid to rest

we hold a funeral for that which never was  (where's the proof two minutes ago ever existed?)

death

no needs
no wants
no shoulds

rest
these people
their souls
who no more wander
seeking
pearls and pieces
to complete themselves

death
the end of the search
that is not there

no wholeness
ever left

no piece
no peace
of God
ever went missing

in death
i but lay down my torch
my claim
that this is so

that anything at all
need to be different

i accept
i embrace
every speck as it is
in this moment


the end of "my" life
that needs
everything
to be very specifically
a certain way...
to control and orchestrate every detail of existence


and who and what divine being gave "me" that supreme vision and dominion?


Lord, Lord, Lord that is far too big a job for me...the ants and the grasshoppers...what was i thinking?!

Happiness is
the death
of "me"

and so it is

death is
a gift


"until you experience death as a gift,
your work is not done....you're either believing these childish stories
or you're questioning them--there's no other choice." Byron Katie