witchcraft

witchcraft:

a curse,

something should be different!

i kill you.
i damn you.
i dispel YOU

jump now into my brew
let me stir
the natural juices you are 
into something else

let me boil
out your spirit,
your natural sinew,
tendency of love,
of generosity,
of eternally leaving stardust
in your wake

no, dear creature,
it is I that know best for you...
hee hee hee

let your mother
turn in her grave

you are here to serve me,
and i will use all my power
to make it so...

all magic i can conjure up...

there IS no one on this planet
that is not here to serve me...

and so it is...

either way
all things serve...

you can't fool
your True Nature

remember the Sabbath

the Sabbath,
a day of rest,
a whole day of rest,
re-creation

can you imagine?

rest: no pressure on yourself
to go, do, be, prove, accomplish,
"execute"
a plan...

interesting words--
"execute"
 a plan--

get it done,
over,
kill it

we even say that:
he "killed" it
(meaning something "good")

a whole day,
a moment,
this lifetime...
without one tyrannous
thought,
the only tyrannous thought:
"something should be different!"
the Universe is damned.
this moment,
Reality is cursed.

remember the Sabbath,
and keep it holy.
This Moment...
Let It Be.
Let It Be.
Speaking words of wisdom,
Let It Be.

this day,
this moment,
i give thanks--
love, approval, and appreciaton,
for Everything
That.Is.

Grace.

without the ego

who or what would i be
without the thought the ego exists?

without the ego
I am you,
no need to be different, special

no need
to barb your heart,
to harpoon it
and bring it over here

demanding "LOOK at me!"
listen to me!
bubble for me!
dance for me!
beat for "ME"!

this flimsy image--
in your beholding make it strong,
supply the reality it isn't,
tell me it is real and valuable--what isn't

why oh why would God/Reality/your lover
"break your heart"?
but for this...
that the wall you now hold up
as your Self,
can fall at last,
crumble to the dust it is,
be seen for the nothing it is,
that you are blinded no more
to your Radiance,
your Eternal Invulnerability,
that you are no longer an addict,
a vampire,
feeding on your brothers and sisters,
children and infants,
sucking their every breath
for your own survival--
the survival
of the wall.

oh yes, dear One,
this breaking,
this breaking heart you curse God for,
you curse the world
for the war that stole your child,

it is but the greatest gift,
the highest gift,
the most loving gift,
the only gift
there is:

you
are not
and have never been
the thing
you think
you are

here is the home
of all your pain
and your greatest joy--

you are not
what you think

who or what would i be
without the thought
the ego exists?

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?!