give up

the only way
to make headway
is
to rest

just give up
100%
all "your" ideas
script
opinions
true or false
good or bad

totally give up

in every moment

"you" do not know

give up "knowing"

the past has not taught 
you one thing you would retain

"it" does it,
reaches over for a coffee cup,
tied to a mechanical chain,
like a bike going round,
conveyor belt moving cans,

thought moves hand,
so quickly it seems
movement happens before thought,
confusing mind
that body is cause
and thought effect,
backwards

something watches it

fish swimming in the mind
so fast
so quickly turn
dart
here, gone

still

definitely swimming in schools!

"i need chapstick"
"i paint fish"
"i teach art"
"i read the Course"
"i write poetry"...
oh my oh my....

sparkling jewels
these flashy colorful fish
attract attention

glide in silently
effortlessly
unnoticed

ocean
ocean
of Mind

it isn't that the ocean world
is ever going to dry up
and go away
and leave the fish for dead

without "my" knowing
every single fish
is free
to swim
in every inch of ocean
without fear

no thought
can ever be perceived as
dangerous
without "my" knowing

only gratitude,
amazing beauty,
herein
 lies the peace
of God

behold he looked on everything
and it was very, very good

lesson of a pillow

pillows
slumps of comfort.
color,
slimping
slamping

resting comfortably
cushioning falls
holding
caressing
supporting
flexible
willing
service
waiting
available
still

very, very still

motionless



it seems

yet all
being breathed
lit
from within

its very substance
electric,
buzzing so fast
i can't see it

invisible light
hooking together
magnetic
action
continuous

same as "me"
atoms
electrons
carbon
space

family
sister
mother
grandest uncle

no separate roads at all
ever
not even time

collapsed

this carbon element
completely untraceable,
unprovable

all just a story

sweet sweet silent night

all
 just
a story,
child

lay your head
on My Pillow,
rest
rest
rest...

perfectly ok without her

There is no peace except the peace of God (L200acim)

There is no peace
in denial of your true Self,
lying,
blaming others
so you keep the truth
from you
of your own lie/attack
upon your self

there is no peace
without loving
you

no end of war
no cleaning up of the environment
no election results
outside of you
hold anything for you

your deepest fears
still remain
lurking
to strike
at the nearest opportunity

homing pigeon
homing pigeon
only one place
to land
to live freely
at rest

deep inside this
cavern

explore
the cobwebs,
what's hanging off the ceiling,
the torn wallpaper

come home
to this
forgotten attic
where all childhood memories
lay hidden
under years of dust
haunting
all your present loves

crack the door
the lock has held closed

the answer to every problem
you'll ever have
is here

all wisdom,
in dreams undone

the child's view,
reseen,
for what it is

and only Love
only Love
only Love
blazes through

so grateful
for vision
beyond a two-year-old

mama liked to dance
on friday nights

and i was ok
without her

i'm perfectly ok,
 have always been,
perfectly ok,
without anything

there is no peace
without this truth

isn't it about time the past is over?

one among them was not happy

and he said to him,
what ails thee, brother?

what place in your heart
is frozen in stone

ungiving
the water
to your lover,
to your world?

tell me,
what past event
have you frozen in time,
frozen in your mind,
and carry with you

that prevents you
from kissing
every face
you would embrace?

this hardening
that let's no softness
enter?

isn't it time
the past is over?

what effort
it must take
to string along that moment
each day of your life,
to replace every present
with it

to hold it
forward
and offer it
in place of a hand shake
to every "new" encounter

no wonder
your shoulders are tense

what a gargantuan task,
torture:

receive not
the glory before you

receive not
the dawn,
whatever the new day brings
you may not have it

hold only the night
in your mind
forever

what a spell!
we have agreed to

experience not
your Self
without the past

never be
without the past,
your god!

what a ball and chain!

do you see
how your basket
is never empty,
has no space
to receive?

only without the past
is it possible
to see
what is

look him in the eye

like a thread
unraveling
the whole dress

one false move/thought
and your whole world
falls apart

no safety anywhere
everyone suspect
a mirror of your suspicion

be still, young one,
and watch
the door

 see what
terrorist
you would welcome
without investigation
without inspection
without proof of credentials

there is no crime Love ever committed,
so no attack that is ever justified

watch
the dark visitor,
lift his veil,
look him in the eye
'til there is only one
of you

the Will of God
meets
strangers in the park,
no facade
that does not melt

behind the body,
One Mind

behind the mind,
One Heart

behind the Heart...

what differences
can come
from a single Source?

loco motive

heartsick
she wretched
made herself sick
drained all her energy

when her mind
lied to her,
believed something
impossible,
untrue,
against her nature

be cause
she mis understood,
mis interpreted,
mis perceived

this innocent boy

how can a baby
be "bad"?
guilty?

a child

both, children

mother no more grown up,
no more awake,
sound asleep to her guilt,
projection

believing her wants,
needs,
shoulds,
past pictures,
historical photos

of what a "happy (family)"
looks like,
a successful (mother),
a worthy person

defined mother
by having a son,
poor thing

and innocent, she,
a babe in swaddling clothes,
she,
lost in guilty thoughts,
looking for redemption
as a wonderful "mother"

and not finding it where it coud never be!

slammed!
face to the wall

crystal ball shattered!

her son dead

couldn't take it
the pressure cooker
of a mother
needing him to excel--
to redeem "her",
give her worth
she was denying
to herself

hopeless

life stopped.

finally.

she had to get off
that train
of thought

she,
too,
image,
must die

no more
crystal ball
to worship

only stillness

only stillness

only stillness

station empty

what am i
without
that train
of thought?

(dedicated to the dear innocent baby we all are...
traveling
to new worlds
where infants
have no stain,
no hindrance
at all
to Heaven Itself)

before you ask
I am there

death sentence

death sentence:
"i should be better..."

no, dear innocent child,
you shouldn't be
one eyelash different
than the loveliest of flowers
you are in this moment

only you
only now
only here
exactly the gift

take off that heavy noose
and see what is,
see your heart

so pure
perfect love
now and ever

pure gold
remains
no alchemy needed

just stop telling the lie
it's not there
and refusing to look
where it is

gazing at the totally imaginary planet 
of "better" than now
better than reality
better than God
better than what is

look in the mirror,
not at other,
name your gifts,
thank your Self,
fall in love

here is your true Love,
the One Friend
Partner
Lover
you can't live without

no other destination
can compete
can compare

nothing better
than you
in all the world

priceless

born free
to love
yourself

that's life