waiting

when you wait

there is no squishing
Eternity into a box

no conniving,
knifing life,

stabbing God in the back,
like it's God's fault
for your faulty thinking,

like the sun could actually
be spattered with mud,
for Heaven's sake!

when you wait

it's clear
how silly that is,
how impossible

how huge
how extraordinary
all cells popped open...
frayed

free

of
past,
saddles,

driver

cart

even groceries...

who  needs a road@!#

when you are riding stars!!!

and flying?

Sugarcakes,
Flying!

when you wait

you are carried
by no effort
of your own

untying knots

my  Holiness blesses the world

turning egoic thinking around
from "me" to One
is like untying knots
in muscles

every joint now has a purpose
in Heaven

it's flow is graced
with God
of no two,
just sparkling radiance

sun's beams
are not conflicting,
each one but
lighting up the other
even more

as two musical notes
or two brushstrokes
intensifies the other

coming Home with you,
your hand
is my resonance

the trunk, the truth,
we never leaft,
falling
falling
in the arms of Heaven
Herself

ladling Spirit
into every dish,
tasty morsels
melting
flowing
expanding
lighting
infusing
enthusing

Happiness,
the only goal
of everything
that exists

pure love

yes, everything

every moment is a meditation

noticing

a love affair with the self

pure love,
when you are not afraid,
or when you are,
and you watch it

let this dance,
this blown up
ruffled skirt
waltzing all around the room,
the fire in her breast,
steam train!

just watch her sparks
flying in the night air,
the smoke,
the fuming
watch her shoveling coal to fuel the fire
and fan the flames!

like the fireworks show
we look forward to,
going with family and friends
to ooh and ahhhhh

this visitor
in this moment
is for you

can you offer her the common courtesy
of listening to what she has to say?

of feeling her grasping hands
on your heart?

her grabbiness for your attention?
her gasping for air,
her last breath,
desperate to live
and afraid to die...

place but your  hand on her heart,
feel how hard it is working to survive

feel the gush,
the rush of rapids
coursing through her body

just watch,
and feel it,
until it ebbs
and slows
and finally the calm
resumes

serenity always there,
at ground level

a storm is never constant
though it will tell you it is

just notice

the pure peace
in which those words are heard

dimensionless
unchanging
ever present
limitless

yes, every moment
is a meditation...

Joy is the Easy Way...

let the River flow

there is a natural way of it

the Universe knows

(simply do not inter-fere--
enter fear,
a me,
a person= all
separate self/will)

"you" do not know,
fear cannot know
anything,
fear = insanity,
see the flashing lights?
hear the siren?
and the racing cop cars...?
that pain in your chest?

to make any decision out of panic
is to prolong it,
to multiply it
to feed it

magnetism is natural
absorbing is natural

and so is repulsion,
oil and water

and i
do not know better than This....
(stepsister cramming her foot into the shoe that will never fit
 and would be ever painful
 every minute
of every day
to wear...)

some things seem impermeable,
but to another
it melts in her hand

alcohol and water
look like identical crystal clear liquids,
but one will dissolve plastic
and the other runs off...

so It Is

it's just for us to notice

rivers run easily and effortlessly
down hill

swimming upstream
will tire you quickly

that's how you know
if your thinking 
is against the Universe

but
But
BUT....!

uh huh,
i hear you...
just try it

sooner or later
when you are completely exhausted
to the bone
and pass out...
you'll turn around
or more truthfully,
the River will turn you around
when you completely
give up the fight

it's only a matter of time

be thankful for Joy!

She is Your Guide

Let Joy be your Guide Today...
only Joy

where else would you possibly
ever
prefer
to be?

it's the easy way...

joy of seeing

the joy of seeing

of curves,
amorphous shifts,
slithers, big bell curves
far grander than the
solar plexus systematic
punctual
dots

time clock
patterned geometric
straight line (is it true?)
a line, but a series of "points"
(is it true?)
find it...
find the point.
can you?
have you ever even looked?
has anyone yet
found the point
.
in space?

of space?

blow your mind!

every thought you have ever thought
can't be found,
without a point...
"you" don't even exist...

oh the joy
of seeing
no thing
at all

beauty

beauty
is internal

the painted mind,
colored lights
reflecting into shadows,
brilliant pastels,
pink, violet, green
shards of glass,
transparent glowing
mirrors

sunlight
bouncing,
vibrating

oh such delight!
caught by surprise...
pure joy

this never seen before loveliness,
spilling all over my "kitchen counter"--
the mirrored candle holder
reflecting the sun's light

all.there.is

colorful kisses of light

kissed
from the inside
out

it can happen any time

because it does
happen every time,
every moment

breath taking internal beauty

all beauty
is internal

no thought,
no effort
required

just pure deLight!

Spaciousness

imagine
you are a seed
of infinite capacity

first a seedling
a twig
a young tree
more mature
grand, ancient, huge

squirrels' homes
birds' nests
perches
owls
1000's of insects
and burrowing creatures

shelter from the storm
breaking the wind
clothes hanging to dry on the branches
shade from the sun,
for the toadstools
the moss
the child
the snow

leaves by the bushel drop every year to grow the soil
to feed, to feed, to feed...all that walk the earth

and mulch the ground,
hide the mouse,
feed the worms...
bark for beetles to hide
and lay eggs

gestures of grace
against the sky,
a swing for the child

1000 years of this and more
then one day
a saw comes
and your towering ton falls heaving
to the ground
and they take you apart and apart and apart
and even grind you into dust

you become tables and chairs and beds and crutches
for soldiers who've just lost a leg,
and houses that shelter
new born babies
in your crib
on your floor,
your cradle

your toys, your blocks, your sandbox
and spoons in the kitchen to mix the oatmeal

you fuel the fire to warm the toes and light the night
and share your golden flames
and turn to smoke that floats up and out to the sky, the clouds, my breath

as eyes that watch
sing  songs with friends in a circle
holding hands
 all around
 you

the ashes made into soap
to wash the pots and child's clothes
and hands
that rinse into the river and flow and join
the Spaciousness,
the Love,
the Seed
that Is
all
that ever Is

imagine
You
are a seed
of Infinite Capacity

Imagine
You
are
Love

Only
Love

and everything you see

Only
Love