She watched

She watched as her words
got run over by cars
and trucks,
flattened on the wet pavement,
and flowed down gutters
into the sewer.

She watched as the itty bitty words
and the gargantuan words all
seemed to evaporate,
vaporize
into mist,
were recycled
and rained again and again and again,
sometimes even piling up
waiting to be read...

but it all boiled down to
no thing,

just music
and squiggles,

jiggles,

and giggles

I can

“I can”

and the gasoline flows...
wings...
breath...

before I notice
it is happening.

“I can’t”

and the train is off the track
in the ditch
unable to see how it will ever
move over such rocky terrain.

What a magician!
mind

believe it and you see it,
even though it is not there

now watch the caterpillar
walk straight up the wall,
the fly rest
upside down…
on the ceiling

what an amazing show

that isn't

what if

what if
all people wore masks,
a simple white veil,
and the sound of their voice
was but one,
your own,

and all people laughed exactly like you
and thought as you do,
even believed as you do,

what if
you could clearly see that?

surely you jest

Surely you jest!
A pin prick of light
is not the sun!

If your view is dark, 
ask not that the world be changed,
but ask that the Light of your perception
be brightened
and allow what is
to be seen in all its glory.

The Light is in you
now.

Ask
the Light
what It sees...

without any darkness.

(and yes, this IS heresy to the ego...)

                                     

"There is a light in you the world cannot put out."

halo's breath

halo's breath

there is no mortal breath,
no life that "dies"

taking dictation
takes no effort at all

your hand is not yours,
your feet are not yours,
your breath is not yours, friend

your words,
but snowflakes
that go where they do,
and land
and float
and pile,
sparkle,
and melt

but never for instant
are owned
nor ownable

melting in your hand
the instant of contact,

to simply love the flow
is all you can do,
all you can do,
all you can do,
be

no child does not grow;
she is not what she was an instant before

that shoe no longer fits;
you do not want to squeeze your foot
into your sister's shoe

the sleigh is carrying you
over the hills and through the woods,

Grand Mother's House,
Grand Mother, Home,

melting snowflake,
Love

Downstream

Is the Universe friendly?

The answer is no
only if I am trying to row
upstream.

Turn it around
and watch,
feel,
notice...
you are being carried

"row your boat
gently
down the stream"

merrily,
enjoy the game,
where the universe is taking you...
the view

the foreign lands,
th0se strAnge peoPle--
the "robbers"
who show me
the depth of my wellness

thank you (me)!

a simple blade of grass,
some are even eight feet high!

gone...

Only Presence

and not even...

No thing solid

No thing solid exists
until you construct it,
cons-true  (con you it is true)

just notice the million
bits of nothingness
and broken off shards
that have to be collected,
called upon,
and held together
to make this "thing"

notice the holes
and cracks,
the missing parts
that have to be filled in

without a past,
without a future
where is your evidence?

without hearsay (someone said it...it must be true)
where is the danger?

what is
in danger?

Pow! You're "dead" now.
Perhaps you'll be surprised!

what are you without all that evidence
about you,
about any thing?

is that ALL the evidence
or just a smattering?

Oh Sweetheart,
is that a fair verdict?

Or was the search biased
from the very outset?

Things exist.
Is it true?