no image

I am no image

no place
for fear to grip,
to latch on to,
to milk
nor contract

endless Space
for everything

war is only ever
a thought,
a case of mistaken
identity--
i am thing,
finite,
temporal

that's all--
hide the truth
and seek it

but truth
can never be lost

what is no image
cannot lose

humpty dumpty

what if
your "mind" just shattered,
and like Humpty
you couldn't put it back
together again?
(new version of question 4 :-)

What if what once was fearful
was now a joke,
a cause for laughter?
(what if i saw that the cause
of all my fear
were images
in my mind
that never 
really existed?)

and everything
that was dark
and scary and hidden away before
was blazing now
with the light
of awareness,

like the harmless specks
of dust that float, and drift
and are carried
glowing in the sunlight
in no predictable pattern--

uncontrollable,
unforeseen,
unplanned,
unrecognizable.

so
without a thought,
just
born

What is can never be
a "past",
that isn't

what if the "past"
shattered,
completely vanished,
and no matter how hard you tried
you could never be
what you thought you were?

crazy

The radio was playing so loud in my head
I couldn't hear you

The announcer told me of a grave future,
of crime,
of harm,
of public humiliation
and shame

I could not see you.

And you were just a kid,
sitting there.

Just a kid,
sitting there.

I am so very very sorry,
I was crazy.

just waiting for a kiss

Situation: Man ranting on and on about how people who are
seeking enlightenment are "children groveling in the dirt."

Without the thought "He is putting everyone else down,"

He is just waiting for a kiss,
a touch,
to wake him

i hear you
i see you
i see your love,
your kindness,
your desire for the end of suffering
for every human being,
right here
in the palm of your hand

I see your frustration
that people don't see it,
don't accept,
just sleepwalk on by
and continue to suffer,
while the answer
they seek in far off places
and distant times,
lifetimes perhaps,
is here now

oh how sweet the fire that boils in you,
a lust for tenderness
with one's self

"grovel no more,
ye perverted children,
your eye is misplaced,
call your body
your home

and see"

no sound

softly softly now...

there is no sound
when a belief falls

no one knows
but you

it isn't sound,
but silence now
where once
a raucous whining...
poor me, poor me

there is no sound
when a belief falls,
just the utter silence

or
perhaps
laughter
upon laughter
upon laughter

how sweet the sound
of a kiss
in the heart

if my plate were a mirror...

If my plate were a mirror
as I sat down to "eat"
and I looked at that image
of "me"
in that moment,
What are you really hungry for?

I want me
to come clean
in this moment

to identify the crime,
the judgment,
the lie,
I am HOLDING
against myself,
other,
Universe

I want to see
the heavy bands
I have bound this bird with,
the tears in her eyes,
from holding her wings
so long against her body

I want to see closely
the dire straights
I have imagined,
and watch
and feel
as the hardness
softens,
the armor melts
and the heart
dawns

I want to see clearly
the innocence
of this little child

her dear sweet tenderness

to see
all she ever wanted was Love,
to feel,
to know,
the Love
she is

It is but Love,
clarity,
Reality
I am hungry for.

Would I feed me now,
or is it back to "cookies?'

:-)

Feed you

Feed you

Give you
clear water

Only the immortal
will ever satisfy

There is not one "problem"
of this world
that is the problem.
Gmo's are not the problem.
Starvation in Africa is not the problem.

It is starvation of yourself
from your Self.

Feed you
this day
the immortal,
timeless,
spaceless,
frictionless
no thing can ever give you.

Your body
will never be
the problem

The child's toys
hold nothing.

Feed you,
the Stillness.

Put down your knife and fork.

Nothing of this world
can satisfy.

Shut your mouth,
Close your purse,
Shiny coins
can never feed you.

Simply do this:
Let go of everything
you think
you know.

Come,
with wholly
empty hands...

Stuff no thing else
in the Way!