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Hi! Welcome to the Joy of Miracles.

To write is to uncover, to unhide, to bring to light, and express what is within. To share is the end of all private thoughts, all shame, all guilt, all pain and separation. Here is all Joy found at last! Writing helps us to repeat, focus, choose, and remember ideas. The purpose of this writing is healing for all of us.

This blog is inspired by "A Course in Miracles"and The Work of Byron Katie. You are invited to share your comments by clicking on the word "comment" at the end of each post. If you scroll way down there's a little info about me and also an archive of past writing you can view by clicking on the title. Thanks so much for visiting...

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Friday, March 22, 2013

ask

where is the light?

if it exists
it must be here now

i remain
the Open Heart
as Open Heart created me,

the All,
that is
Open Heart

nothing hidden
nothing shamed

fully felt

complete exposure

no facade

nakedness
 on bare knees
on bare ground

i know nothing
nothing
nothing
at
all


on bended knee
i ask....


allow Heaven now

where is
the light?

except in creation
as it is

happening


where else could it be?

certainly not in an imaginary future--
a daydream...

no, it must be here now in the
only existence
there is

inside
this egg,
the Source of ex- pression
outward...
ex-tension

where else
but prior to body/form
is the idea?

it doesn't come later

God does not arrive after creation! :-)

hahahahahah!

that's what we've been crying:

come, happiness, come!

as if
She
wasn't in the beginning

where in the hell do you think you
sprouted from, dear plaintiff?

a rock in the ground?

Miraculous Giver, Gifter of Life!
of all joy...you think
shortchanged you!@?

You

are Heaven
on earth

yes,
You are Heaven,

the only heaven there is
right here
on earth
now

where is light
except in creation
as it is?

allow 
Heaven
now









Thursday, March 21, 2013

window and sink




fire engine coffee cups
beaming in the rack

mirror of glad top
purple red white
circular, rectangular words
don't capture
the depth,
the beauty

robin's egg nesting, too,
and crystal clear
water
sparkling,
gray steel pot,
worn dappled copper

so happy!
just so happy
and full,
a dishrack

and one black spatula
adding its hand,
just the perfect integrity

lord, i give thanks
for the plastic covered
wires
lined up and up and up,
the "cup" for the silver,
empty now,
yet no such thing
as empty

this sandbox
of love

oh yes, dear dear playmates,
this sandbox
of love

water balloon

un changed
is
whole

you start
with God

(this could be startling!
you've "heard it a million times....in the beginning...God...")

but  maybe you've never ever ever really heard it...

so, one more time...(drop everything and listen...for it is startling to the confused mind)

you
start
with
God/Love

you start
and end
as Love

and honestly,
what more
can you do?

being
already
God,
what need have you?

none!

simply
being the Ocean
you flow

it's what you are,
not what you do

liquidity
is nature,
unstoppable,
unchangeable by one atom

you
are 
God

snow melts,
rivers run,
lakes mirror brilliant blue
and torrential rain,

torrential abundance,
one "form" into another,
no delineation possible

where does water stop?

certainly not in air
or breath
or inside "my body" (my "cloud vapor...")

my smile
is but a water balloon!!
ya know,
and even wetter
(is it true?)
behind that,
it seems,
my tongue...

yet open a lip
and a river explodes,
water falls
just waiting to share itself
with all

God is
you

God is
every heart

every eye

tunnel vision
"me" to "you"
all the same in between
and in all directions

looking with God,
as God

the river pours through me
as every motion
every notion
every position

details happen
happen
happen

all that is
is God

You
are
God

Own it

try it on

Reality


Thursday, March 7, 2013

dawn

shining gold
shining gold
shining gold
before my blind eyes!

oh dear one
the stones i throw
the crimes i claim
the endless list
of cracks in the mirror

thank God
but for return
of the arrows
to my own heart

that dawn/grace
is

that i may see at last
it is but i
who stab my own heart

and you
are the most beautiful swan
that ever lived
with this goose


name it Kind

God is the kindness in which i see myself with compassion.

God is the kindness
which holds your shining hand
up
for you to see
it has never been wasted

every fraction of a second
in precise position
for maximal love
light

i needed to look
directly at death
directly at broken heart
directly at a blue corpse
directly at the instant
of giving up entirely
on life

to realize
my error,
to ask
for correction,
to stop
everything,
sit
and wait,
unknowing

finally a blank mind
open door
room

silence for kindness
to be heard,
put my own hand
in front of my face
and name it
Kind


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

dear teacher...

dear elementary school teacher,

please help me

legitamize/love/appreciate

all thoughts

and feelings

step #1:

give me a place, a time, a forum
to listen, describe, express, explore

feelings

the wholeness, health of giving light to all
within me

teach me 
that nothing
is  dangerous
no exceptions

please don't make rules about what's going on/happening inside me

teach me to look
whole heartedly

let me know
how great the pain 
of not expressing 
what is here now

and will pass
if not blockaded,

told that something is NOT allowed to be
what it is

how much weight
1000 tankers
10,000
and more
times 57...

all that cargo

still waiting--
just waiting to pass through the lock
and sail out on to the ocean

the Love
it carries
waiting forever
'til you accept it,
look at, feel, accept every tiny speck of it

there is no other Way,
dear teacher

elementary

Reality

denial is not 
a feasible possibility

Sun exists.
You are Love.

boatload after boatload after boatload...

your oldest
youngest
painful memory
still
holds the mirror of you

would  you re-ceive the Love, Truth, Innocence,
now?

or wait another day
dragging chains
around your heart
and deny the Love
in your friend's eye?

legitamize abortion now

put your killed children,
your aborted thoughts
on to the light
of paper

that the innocence
may be seen at last

and resurrection of your innocence,
watcher of the boats,
fresh air
fresh sky
infinite blue space
weightless clouds
joy of being
is

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I have been a student of A Course in Miracles since 1986. It has helped me tremendously to be a happier person by helping me change my perception of everything. I have found writing to be very helpful in the process of practicing, experiencing, and living the ideas in the Course. In 2006 I started sharing inspiration from the Course with a friend. Now it is a joy to share it with everyone. In 2009, The Work of Byron Katie found me at a woman's group. The Work is a way to identify and question your stressfuI beliefs. I dove right in and in April 2013 became a Certified Facilitator of The Work of Byron Katie. I work with people privately and offer online classes. Please visit www.joyofthework.com for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information http://www.miraclescenter.org/

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