they are at your gate

arrival

step forward
to the gate of departure
from the old face

the guests have arrived

they have been waiting
for so long
for just this moment
of
no mask

they need to see
what it is

that they too can see
it is not fear
under the mask,
but freedom

heart
underneath
all those outfits

my goodness,
isn't it heavy to wear a whole closet full of clothes?

no wonder its hard to move, to shift, to breathe
anything really fresh

all those strings,
spider web

they are here now
at your gate

right in your eye

the mask can't cover everything

the window remains
forever transparent
that light can travel freely
all ways

eyes
open or shut
light remains streaming

they are at your gate
now

Grace Avenue

Without the "future"...

Grace Avenue

She rocks me

waves of asphalt
undulating

flexible--
the once hardened,
crystalized

now
reyouthed

juvenile playfulness
holds nothing to its form

crayons melt on lightbulbs,
don't  you know?

and bring brilliant colors,
solid into liquid,

transformation is normal

crusty earth into mudpies,
sandcastles built up all day long
only to be stomped and jumped upon joyfully
into ditches and waterways

in one wave,
melting all,
as the tide comes in

comes in, comes in
as it does

just like thoughts
and feelings feelings feelings
only to go,
you see,

ask any child

tears come and go
as the sun and moon follow each other
round and round and round
up and down and down
and up
goes the street, the scraper
to fall

it must
you know

the Way
The Way
the way
transformation is normal

holding on to any thing
is like trying to put brakes on the earth,
Child,
take your flagpole out of the ground
lift up your heels

and watch, honey,
as your skin
sheds itself

something
wonder full
is happening
happening

hap pen ing

Grace Avenue,

without a "future"
i ride
this
"moment"
a rising

what is
it?

Just try...to be separate, honey...

connection rolls in
flows in
waves
escondering high high higher up
to the atom most sphere...

the height,
epitome

pauses but for aninstant
to f a  l    l

cascading

crashing into itself

exploding
spray

to land...

where?

but onto,
into,
itself

no fear
no fear
no fear,
dear

there is only you, only You
to crash into
to be up against
the wall
of you

it falls
in the crash

right there
upon meeting
upon impact

you meet you
and see

yes, see
you've never ever left

Safe at last
just to see

there is no way
you can ever
leave your Self

Spray! it,
sisters and bros,
Sing it out
loud and clear

there is no way
anyone
any where
any time
can leave
Home!

even a dark stormy drenching mud sliding gushing flooded night in the movie theater
is held
in Love's warm motherly Hand

sweet dreams, baby...

i love you
and the whole world is but
an echo
o
o
o...

Let it take you!

Father,

let this child's play be done...

tears

streaming
but to melt the paved cemented road

of hardness
unmoving
determination
to follow the past
road

in to the Sky!

where freedom is not cemented
into place

making obstacles
for thoughts that stream

clouds are not hindered
by bridges
nor towers
no matter
how high,
no matter how big
the lie

have you noticed
dissipation
precipitation
condensation

when cold meets warm?

the ancient tear,
as warm melts
the iced,
the frozen
heart
to beat
again

that the flow may
bring in the new,
carry out the old

wash through
wash through
washing through,
the Ocean,
of Wisdom

never ending
Creation

the flooding of the ancient Nile
but delivering nourishment
to every cell

no grain of sand
left outside
the Ocean,
the Ocean,
of Nourishment

how much Joy
are you willing
to experience?

let the Flood
take you!

break you!

and spit you out,
ground off edges
freshly exposed
lacy center

landing in a land unseen

without a past
without a face

just bare
naked
beating
Heart...

Teleclass: Ending The War on Death

Hi Friends,

At the end of August 9 years ago, my son Aaron killed himself.
The painting below was done as the crumbling walls of the old Joy allowed something truer to be revealed. 

Aaron was born on September 8, and it's quite a gift to me that I am just now giving birth to a brand new teleclass 

available to anyone on the globe

called Ending The War on Death.

Six 90 minute sessions starting in November. 

You can choose either Tuesday evening or Friday morning (Denver time).

Please visit http://www.joyofthework.com/services.html 

for more information or to register.

Let those whose broken hearts, and black empty holes weigh them so heavily down to earth, the cross, the death of themselves, hear this invitation. I know your pain. I am here for you. You are not alone. There is a Way through this. And there is no hurry.

The gifts are right here in this very spot. You cannot get any closer.

Many people said to me, they could not imagine what it was like for me. 

I am not afraid to be with you in it.
I don't need you to budge an inch.
You are everything you will ever be or have right now.

One of the things I really got at my lowest point was that no one else

could ever say or do anything that would make me feel better.

And after that a miracle occurred and I really experienced for myself

that I am not the black hole that is empty,
but the black hole that is full, infinitely full--
Mysteriously overflowing and I'm not doing it.
It's just what I am.

I am truly and deeply grateful as I continue to open and be undone.

There's something about this painting that so moves me. I don't have the words.
Let me thank the Universe publicly again.
Children never die.
As Byron Katie says, "No one can ever leave me. It is not possible." Amen.

All that's left when the lies are undone, is gratitude.
Tearful, heartful, from the depth of my soul, Gratitude.

Please share this with anyone you know who you think might benefit.

Blessings and gratitude,

Joy

303.797.2725

Radiance (Pastel and watercolor)

sticky

weather report:

crumpled tangled wire

meteor shower

damned if you do,
damned it you don't...

can you just watch it?

as the partials spiral through
catching but a glimpse of each shiny edge

flashing red sign,
 alarm squealing

DO THIS!!!

DO THIS!!!

can you just stand there

and watch it?

yes.

 this morning
in the shower
 i can.

i see it's just a sign
i see it's so ancient
i see it's just telling me to repeat the past!

i see it can't even think
i see it's just mechanical
i see it has a very limited vocabulary
and repertoire

the alarm grows quieter
the flashing lights are just that

i see this instruction
has never brought me
Home

Do this and this and this...
and it doesn't even care if it contradicts
itself

that's where the tangle
the crankiness
the shouldn't have stay up so late...
can't do it all....
loss is guaranteed thick sticky humidity feels
uncircumventable

sticky is Sticky
until a

slow down

brings it to a

Stand. Still.

watching a lightning bolt
is really quite amazing

it's all really just trying to do its best,
its job

All that Power in just one instant!

that's You

"all power in Heaven and earth is you" (acim)

ALL of it.

isn't it really quiet amazing
there's a "meteor shower" in your mind?

aren't you just a bit curious?

where are you?

circus performers!

watch them leap!

high wire trapezius

swings throuuuuughhh
right into the clear space

steals the show!

ring leader
of the fire and hoops

stunts!
grabbing your attention
pounding your heart

all the while

you are just sitting still

on a bench
made of a beautiful tree

or aluminum someone dug out of the earth
and made
just for you, this day, this hour, this moment

under the shelter
of a tent

surrounded by 50,000 hearts,
100,000 hands
for holding
for hugging


in the moment of the flashing siren...

You don't exist

"How easily are guilt and God confused
by those who know not
what their thoughts can do." (acim L197, p.377.2 wb)