wisest person on earth....

i will be still an instant
and go home.

in this moment
nothing need be different

the spatula
lays sideways
gleaming in the sun
in the dishrack

see what is
give thanks

nothing
 needs to be put away
it can sit there all day and all night
for 32 days and nights...

it is brilliant!
receive it!!!

it's literally a gift from God!
so are you, of course!

i damn nothing
no one should be one cell different, one word different, one kiss less or more...
no situation...
not one degree of sunshine
nor one drop of rain more or less

to wish 
for what is not,
to fantasize,
is to damn reality

to damn
the big picture,
the knower
beyond my little mind,
beyond "my" microscopic perspective.

the honey is flowing!!!

what a gift
this spatula
a sink
clean running water
plates
steaming oatmeal
electricity...

it would take far longer than a lifetime....
to put it all into words

all the love
behind the word
"cat"

is it really a "her"
and a "me"?

i feel not

this love in my chest
so much gratitude
fills me inside out
beyond my body yes
tableone
joyone
must-be-rug-me-one

where could a line be drawn,
me/love
does not flow through
dissolve?

love
being all borders too
just
to make it easy

this car stops going north
so this one can go west
 just for a moment
at this intersection

its all you

damn nothing

i don't need anything from it

just see what it is
in all its glory
beautiful
service is  nature/natural
humble
it doesn't try to...isn't supposed to
be anything else
or be better
or the best

it never works by itself...
what nonsense

its always an extension of the Hand of God/Love

it can't feel
see
think
decide
complain
hurt

it just waits
between jobs
resting
perfectly still

it's a spatula.
is it true?

who says?
before i believed what my mother believed
was it a spatula?

why not a
rake
shovel
spanker
paintbrush
drawing in the sand tool
a friend
my dolly, her name Macy...the name I gave her...
water splasher
mask
keep away toy
something to catch and throw
a marker for something with the "handle" stuck in the ground
a stencil
toy gun
stop sign
signaller
mirror
anything you can imagine...

so your partner (your enemy)...

what if you treated each person
in your life
as if
s/he were the wisest person in the world
Infinite Love
your savior
God

(remember this is your mirrror)

why wouldn't you want
to see this
and offer it
and receive this
of yourself?

Oh, Heaven!
what else 
could you really 
rather have
in this moment?

why not
try it?

what do i have to lose
except
that which i am imagining
now?

nothing need be different
be cause
it is
already the wisest expression of Love possible

wise wise wise
old
"spatula"...

so much beyond this
right here
in front
of our eyes

kitty and cowboy

kitty is a slow drinker,
tiny laps of milk,
cannot guzzle
bottle of whiskey
found in street

she would die

but cowboy
on the prairie
finds the fire
melts in his mouth
slides down
the pipe
to belly warm
motion turning
burners flying

the mouth
can fire
and dance
and smoke even!
maybe even stampede

kitten
comes and goes
as she will,
not one drop
more
'til it does


stampede into a funnel?

of one dropper
at a time....?

hmmm....

yes,
one drop on her tongue
can go a long long way

to savor
each miniscule
molecule
overflowing


pondering
pondering
pondering
is how

the light gets in...

body tells the truth

the body can't hold together
a mind
at war

this side pulls left,
right side of head and face
constricts in pain

repelling ideas
can't settle
together

blood pressure
rises
from effort
of trying to force
square into round

harder
harder
i believe it to be so!
it must be!!!
and it is not...

no matter how gargantuan
the pressure applied...
impossible

demands for time spent
in two places,
two spaces at once
cannot be

body cannot

straining to act out
impossible ideas,
it breaks down,
separate discs
tendons
knees
broken
no accidents ever

head stressed
to hold
impossible concoctions

like Love
gone sour

God
in a coffin

me
standing on top

sealing the fate of
the world
to lack
and strain
and fear
to come clean

body cannot
 contain this

pain will set us free

the moment
it reaches
an intolerable state

we will no longer
tolerate it...

drop all our scripts,
and just follow
the simple
 direction


joy
health
no conflict
one mind
one will

body follows
effortlessly...

no pain:

One

the tender hearted sloth

the tender hearted sloth

inebriates me

telling me all sorts

of stories

that can never be true

like a fool

i drink the wine

thinking it a delicious feast

from God

well, maybe it is,

said She, from behind the veil

maybe the sour taste in your mouth

is but the sign of immaturity,

still wanting to be fed

your mother's milk

the bottle on the table now

is very old,

the stories you drink

have made men blind

for years

thinking even their families

were against them

today

the bottle is empty

the tender hearted sloth

has nothing left in his bag

just wind

every song has been played

all there ever was...

was a circling of air

from beginning to end

just a circle

no matter how slow

or how fast,

you are held fast

to the circle,

always

on the road

Home....

Light side up

the reflection (in the mirror)
isn't you

the source is not the mirror

the mirror is innocent...
impossible a reflection can be guilty

or see!
or feel!
or taste!
or think!

you are light!(under standing...)
not,
the reflection in the mirror

light is free

infinite

think not
you are only a bean,
one beam,

it cannot be
a beam
has any existence at all
without all of it

only construed thinking,(very construed)
completely insane,
arrogance of ridiculous proportions,
would claim,
could pretend
to "believe"
it so

no one in their right mind
would but laugh

separation from "your brother",
from "a tree"...

only laughter is appropriate...

insanity blazing!

come on, really...?

your blood is different
your bones...
your sadness...
your joy...
your compassion...
your capacity for tenderness...
your terror
and indignation
and self righteousness...


your need for oxygen?
and breakfast?

your need
for  truth?!
integrity
and generosity?

your laughter?

no no no
sweet sweet innocent child,

you
are not
the mirror

you
are light

whole
one
forever and ever and ever
(bodies cannot divide truth)

no crumbs
have ever existed
in Reality

unlimited,
only Joy
planted her leaves
on this ground
and forever grows
and grows
and grows

your brother and you
are one plant
one breath
one be ing

i watch myself
everywhere i look

"driving a car"
"putting on shoes"

there are no
"my" feet,
nor "yours"

only God's
feet of Light

every step
a gift
of Love
love
love
love
love.....

Source

we are not here
to fix
the mirror,
only to remember
what we are...

Light

shining shining shining....

face

what would i be
without the thought
"i need a body"?

holiness
simply rests

in the mind

knowing rests

it has seen to the end and back

it just is

like daybreak
no chance (even in hell)
you can stop it

nor the earth from spinning
nor the beautiful sparkle in your eyes

isn't it amazing
you came with a face?!

what a landscape!

have you ever really taken a trip there,
explored
every cranny
every mode of expression?

the ride of an eyebrow?
so many subtleties,
endless combinations
with jaw
and flushing of cheeks

oh my my my

what else in the world can do such things?!

ok,
yes,
another door flies open!

for surely a carpet,
too,
has so many lights
in which to be seen

the key
is getting really
 really close

of course you  must
get down on your knees
or belly,
even better,

to see
the intricasies,
the wonders,
of creation
in a rug

right under your nose!
and you've never even
noticed
the twill
the twirl
the tworling
strands of color
interweavings,
no separate function
of even the tiniest of thread

all for the whole

every eyelash
every freckle
every pimple

"skinning my knees on God" (Hafiz)

my face
touching
the face of the Invisible

transparent mask

the heat within
unmasked
at last

fiery cheeks
glowing embers
of the Divine

amazing face
amazing grace

Beautiful, beautiful bud

Let
Defenselessness
 be

Open
 doorway

wholeness
no separation from outside to in

allow everything in
fear, avoid, shun, run
from no thing

it's all you,
your beliefs,
 to see

Hi Joy!
oh look at you!
my goodness,
see that martyr,
that pity party,
the unfairly treated,
the "unconscious"
(the "different" from you)

you crucify the baby!
this judgement on the bud

the bud
in the cradle
absolutely perfect
harmless
endlessly beautiful within

do you smirk at the fetus?
believing it should hurry up,
learn to read and walk....

no!
you behold but
the miracle
occurring 
now

miraculous:

i see you!
i laugh
music sings
heart experiences itself

a smile!
oh,
a smile!

raindrop

no bud
should ever
be blooming

that thought is rape,

a barren world,
the fantasy

you
and everything else that exists
is Heaven
now

only gratitude
tells me
i am seeing

truly open

allow everything in

turn no baby
away
from the inn