Backwards...

we've got it all backwards.
The bank isn't where you keep your money/love;
it's where you give it away.
That's how we grow richer.
That's where we find out what we really are--
infinite, limitless, bottomless giver,
not a bottomless pit.

Our storehouse
is all of our giving.
Our poorhouse is all of our keeping.
There's no flow in it.
It's impossible for Love to flow
with the door shut tight.

What you give increases
as you give it away.
Everyone gains
as Love is shared.
Happy Valentine's Day to Me!
I give Everything first to myself
and then I am overflowing for all.
All my love to you sweethearts. 

i am

i am
the bird
that sings
in this play

in all the birds,
every voice is mine

i am
the main character,
every face,
mine

every word
every sensation
every image
every sound
every fruit on every tree,
my juice,
for me

sweet tree of life,
amazing grace,
what comes
to pass
through

the light is on
to see
(the show)

the light that illumines
from within
each child

light sees
but itself

modulation of light
remains forever light

there is no darkness
possible
in light

i am
every single bird

that sings
in this show

and only the sky, 

the wide open sky,

completely empty

of all birds

Joy

isn't Joy what you really treasure?

so why not sit with Her
as soon as you wake?
in every spare moment,
all your spare change,
spare nothing,
to be with Joy

give no object
this false title

it is not theirs 
to give you

is there anywhere the wings of joy won't reach?
the softest feathers in all the world,
the most subtle touch in your heart,
skipping the beat

joy,
the space where no heartbeat is needed,
it's the skip over of all "laws"

joy needs no permission
no past
no education
no training
no recommendation
no friends even
no approval (that's hilarious)
to open the doors and all the shutters and windows
and let the sun shine fully in,
to dance on air
while folding clothes
or scrubbing floors
or even sick in bed

she doesn't need a penny
to laugh out loud,

nor a book,
nor glasses,
nor even eyes to see

she doesn't need lips to smile
nor ears to hear
nor sleep to rest

she doesn't need legs to travel
nor a car
nor even a home
or a roof over her head

the wide open outdoors,
nor a chair
to sit upon

what is it
you think you need
today
to experience your birthright,
Joy?

pure joy

"There is one thought in particular
that should be remembered
throughout the day.
It is a thought of pure joy..." acim

who in the heck knows
what joy is going to do!
how joy will show up
or express!

what color
shape
sound
touch
fragrance
motion
gesture
d'sign
d'joke
d'cloke

pretendin'
to be a bloke,
stokin'
smokin'

1000 names for Joy
and more!

a dictionary,
a set of encyclopedias,
a library,
in one language,
6909 languages
 and counting...

how many languages
to say,
to point,
to the wordless,
Joy

here are the rules
for Joy,
you say,

all Joy can do is laugh

what child is this
that makes rules
for her Mother?

"joy...a thought of limitless release,
limitless because all things
are freed in it."

Absolute zero

God: Absolute zero friction

the cleanest spot on earth

she fell right through
the space
the hole

like a gleaming white swan

she fell
away

no thing to stop her

i am no thing

clarity: when "things" don't block the view

there is no place where seeing stops
 and a thing begins

Loving eyes hold Herself

to be hold
is but to see Love

Absolute zero friction

lighter than air, friend
even lighter
than air

thank you is the only appropriate response

salvation: nothing should be different

absolute perfection
praise God

Absolute surrender

now

hell: something should be different

"to the illumined mind
the whole world burns
and sparkles with light" (emerson?)

without resistance,
the white stallions charge,
the lilies remain
in perfect stillness,
yet all ways face the sun

it's but the sun
the entire world
that revolves
around the lilies

rotation
after
rotation
after
rotation

stillness is central

nothing should be different

this point of reference
is sanity--
the only point of reference
that can include and agree with
all other points of reference

technicolor boys

technicolor boys sloshing through the mud

i still see his face,
the fire in his eyes,
that blood flushed and sweaty skin,

the rush,
the task,
he gushed with

we've got to change the world!
we've got to change their mind!
we've got to stop them,
turn them to our own way,
the only way

i go to my death with this task,
i've no other reason to live--
a meaningless life
without this

to just sit
in stillness
and watch
the snowflakes
dance
and float
and swirl
with no purpose(?)

no damnation upon anything
ever

carried by the air
in every direction
no choice at all

just carried 100%

can i really live this way?

you do, dear one, you do

all the rest is but a dream,
a lie

have you ever taken even one breath
on your own?