recalibrated

without the concept of "hurry"

recalibrated

i have all the time in the world

scope opens
wiiiiidddddeeee...

be still and know

no where to go (future)
no one (to become)
no reason (to find)
no way (to leave)
no way (out)

no destination
everything right here,
not missing anything

REST,
everything i've ever wanted

the music
of the "fly"--song of Self...without a name
ratatating of the "fridge"
humming faraway "trucks"...
melodies floating...

not in a hurry,
to label
to story
to conceptualize
to "know"
to compete,
to survive
to professionalize
to acquire

without "hurry"

enchanted
with the nameless,
no rush to chop Reality into boxes

imagine a whole world where the concept of "hurry" didn't exist...
slow motion as molassssssssssssssssessss....
feel the blood pressure drop,
the weight,
the wait
of tomorrow,
the breath...

the sunset eternally burning
no car accidents,
enjoying...actually tasting
every
bite
of
food,

missing nothing,

registering
the wordless infinite

slow to speak
slow to praise
slow to think...

so slow...
no more
instants...

just "this"...
the infinitely Unknowable...

no proof

yeah though i walk through the valley
of the shadow of death
i will fear no evil
for i hold the secret now,
the revelation,
of all death,
all pain,
all suffering

in the very moment
i believe the sword (s word)
"i need to use my time well"
or any such similar nonsense

i am but denying
i am using my time well

i am denying Heaven,
perfection

"my" time?
no, of course not,
how absurd
that i invented clocks and sun and planets
and rotations
and megalulations...
seconds, eons, millenia...
this small body?
what a crock...

and that time:
past...gone
future...not here either,
and "now" already gone, too
how can "it" be used?

and "well"?

who can possibly say...
"good!"?
omg, such a label,
such a weapon!
be a good little girl
and do what all the people around you say,
teachers, preachers, moms, dad, friends, liars, bad boys,
babysitters...make us all happy, and be good!
or else...
get good grades,
work hard in school, graduate,
and work hard some more and more and more
endlessly work hard and earn and become...
never stop...others will get ahead of you and you
might lose something...
you might lose the race,
your face,
God's grace,
wedding lace...

without a trace

if you are not good!

today i awake
to this secret
of the valley of death

i am not here
to prove
anything

ever

breathing in the entire sky

breath

this breath

provided

i am sustained by something
i can never do,
make air,
(and yet i do
as i breathe out
the CO2...)

this breath,
that is just here,
always,
every breath
am i freely fed,
freely provided for

notice
every breath
is completely
free

you are supported,
life support

you and the air
are NOT separate

the entire atmosphere/you,
one organism

trees/you/air,
one organism,
life support

the idea of "alone"
is an absolute
and complete lie

One Organism,
soil, trees, air, wind, sun
sky, clouds, voice, poop,
garden, rock, bacteria, fungi...

this breath
is
the Universe

there is no place
a "me"
starts or stops

no border,
no boundary
findable

breathing in the entire sky,
breathing out the forest

just notice

not put upon

in full sunlight
the dishes gleaming

light bouncing every where,
'saucer' to 'plate'
the white porcelain

holy matrimony
the wedding dress

pure
virgin,
nothing is hid

take me,
take you

all
this brightness

timeless
forever new

cleaned out rack
where all is
forever clean

transparent
round
no beginning
no end

all this
in my "sink"(?)
this morning (it wasn't)

no dirt
anywhere
ever
to wash off

ahhhhhhhhhhh...

"family, it is done"

there is nothing
you ever have to do
for me

and nothing
i'm not

furnace filter
ticker tape
wormy soil stream
capsizing capricorn cpa
wall street beach
and succulent derivatives
knee deep in oh my goodness

isn't it luscious?!

silence

not one belief is true

silence IS golden

all pokers withdrawn

where's the pain?
without a sentence,
a judgment,
an e-value-ation

isn't it all at face value?
fully what it is?

no comparison
of it
to something other than
what it is

how faulty the idea of measurement--
to compare one thing against another...
it's not supposed to be like the other

it's supposed to be fully itself--
which it is
100%

brilliant,
constantly its full potential

where did that crazy idea come from--
that one thing/person
should be like another?

how obviously insane
is that?!

how confused one must be
to believe he/she/it
should be like another?

gentle

"Forgiveness is my only function."
"There is a light in you that cannot be put out." (acim)

prior to the mind boggle,
the impossible premise,
ever since debating
all the descendents
of the impossible mother,

the endless forms
of non-problems
posed as insurmountable--
 "let's get to the crux of this..."

impossible
'cuz
there isn't one

how do you solve an impossible situation--
a fantasy,
with no reality?

you've got to really tangle your mind,
to continually tangle your mind
to keep it
from unraveling,
literally
falling apart
on to the floor
in front of you

who can really believe
another person is truly heartless?

only a completely terrorized mind

see how he is ready to spring,
to pounce,
see how deep the despair,
how deep the pit
in which he hides his head?

oh be gentle,
so gentle,
this terrified "mortal"
is NOT your enemy

that tense spot in your shoulder,
that pain in your ass
is not here to hurt you,
to make your life hell

tenderness
is the only appropriate response
to fear

so clear

let fear
only be met
with tenderness

this wild animal
means no harm

she is but asleep,
entangled in her own impossible premise,
that she is
what she is not

be gentle now...

that's such a scary dream
to inhabit

you can't keep it out

there's a laughter that creeps in
through the crack under the door

no one
can keep love out

(being that it is all there is)

locked inside the house of love,

where's the problem?

rest now

on that hardwood floor,

the one made from the lives of trees

receiving their life,

their strength,

their many years of snow and rain,

their many meals of soil,

their trillions of hours of sunlight

oh dear prisoner 

in your own home,

worship but the floor

you walk on

and welcome home

the Love

beneath your every step!