bowstring

like the bowstring
stretching, stretching, stretching,
there is no strain

what use a bowstring
unstrung,
lying limp in a pile?

we are meant to stretch
out
longer,

that when the love
propelled great distances
lands in foreign soil

it is no mistake;
it is a great kiss,

hello, sweetheart,
I am yours

Kindness

Kindness
is an ocean.

She is not
in short supply.

There are no strings attached
to kindness.

No, not strings attached,
but joining, embracing, supporting...

loving care,
no separation,
nature

Kindness is an ocean.

No loss
ever.

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