bagged

I found a bag

with

a kiss

in it

right there

in the gutter.

who would've thought...

such a find

left behind

by some sweet

kisser

was it a man,

a woman,

a child?

rich?

poor?

a barber?

milkmaid?

an ancient warrior

or a caveman?

perhaps the woman with the pearl earring

who sat for the famous artist?

the thing is,

it's all the same

a dear, tender kiss

right from the center

of my heart

the center

of humanity

just laying

on the curb

where else

could

it possibly be?

God doesn't hide

his favorite things.

a gift is obvious:

you put it in plain sight--

not behind the crackers 

on the top shelf 

of the cupboard.

illusory

illusory

flickering

like candles

in brown paper sacks

can that really be 

re liable,

the same

when revisited...?

no, 

the wave has rolled,

the surf receded,

the house burned

and new tenants

fighting in the kitchen,

the beautiful bathroom tile

doesn't exist

for anyone

the sun comes through the window

and everyone's out to lunch

the stock market

magnetizes thoughts,

can't budge right now

until

until

until...

beautiful balmy days

the tortoise basks,

lays her eggs

no one sees

the miracle

even mud

grace
is
such an elegant creature

smooth and flowing
there is no sticking place

no wrong to hang on to

there's only a going
going
going
going

ravishing beauty
strikes again
and again
and again

always gone
gone
gone

the space
left open
for the unknown

impossible to judge
the never seen before

breathless,
i await
Her entrance

and some people (myself included)
dare
to call it
an earthworm
and
sleepthinking
they believe
 they know

but her glory
can never be
stated

her glory,
out of the park,
of my radar:

even mud
is gold

even mud
is
gold...

gargantuan acts

gargantuan acts

defying gravity,
the pull
of the earth

for Heaven's sake,

the sake
of Levity

rising
the death of me

from hellacious terms
to felicity

where she long since
leaped
fully

away
away

gargantuan acting
is the only thing
the little pea
has ever done

"i" am big,
it tries to convince
Reality

laughter
was Her only response

and She adored him

foot in the door

grace

keeps the door open,

foot in the door,

there's  no closing it now

reference of freedom
attractive,
resist  less

without friction
without a sane reason not
to enter Heaven,
the state of having
Everything,
Haven

you are pulled

nothing to stop you

nothing real to hold on to
but
Love

carrying you
under your feet
up in the sky
the stars at night

no where
you can look
Heaven isn't

She carries me
every where

anchored

Her birthmark
of eternal

Grace

in my vision

buried alive

grace

reveals

new
 dawn,

what was always,

prior to doom,
doomsday

old cloud
pouring
pouring
pouring
endless 
tears

hell.

grace
revitalizes

buried
life

buried alive!

haunting you:
let her up
let her up
let her breathe

you know "this"
is not the real you

you know
love is joy,

kindness the only satisfaction,

selflessness,
your highest experience.

you cannot
abandon
an innocent child

and sleep at night


She calls you
eternally

the baby,
you

Love her
with everything
you've got

this is the answer
to every prayer
you have ever
conceived...

let

Her

live...

grace

grace

opens all doors
beliefs
thoughts

to eternity
timelessness
spacelessness

no space
between
you
and "me"

you
being in "my" mind
can only be
"me"

ever

everything i see
"my"
creation

or fabrication,
pretense,
block

residue

removed,

grace sees through,
transparencies
whatever seems solid

evidence no longer fits where it did before,
it can only be seen
as kindness
now

as innocence,
no evil doer,
no evil deeds

ever

just asleep,
i gave credibility
to the absence of Love,

tried to build a case
against happiness:
that nature
was foul
and nasty

there is no fearless mother
on earth
who would harm her own baby,
all that is

only  a fear crazed mind
giving to the incredible,
credibility
could demonstrate such insanity

grace sees
fear is not our Creator,
Source,
nor our destiny

prior to fear,
wonder!

no where
i need to go

no thing
i need to do

just loveliness
 inviting,

beauty
music
french horns and lilacs!
to spend the day with

or perhaps playing with charcoal, (i actually do get paid for this! and people come! and we laugh!)
colored chalk on the sidewalk,
wading in streams (of water or people or skies.....streams... of love!....)
feeling  (mental)  bubbles pop
while listening,
really listening
to a friend
tell you her heart

no space
between you

no space
between you
and any thing

i love...give thanks
for

that bright yellow rider
dashing across the meadow,
the ducks,
the monkeys

the silent night

the bus station at 3am
in downtown Chicago

waiting  for the freight train,
102 cars

i love...
waving to the caboose,
the engineer,
the driver
behind me

the driver
within

being

Love,

Grace,
to see it

Grace,

just

to be...