harvest

it's about harvesting
the mind

cultivating

so its not running wild
haywire
in all directions
at once
against itself
fighting
opposing and blocking
negating

how tiring
confusing
chaotic
going nowhere
 working  so endlessly hard
exhausted
futile
absolutely hopeless
(the bull in the China shop)

no, mind is a servant, a fruit;
it has a Master

here is all Joy
zero war
no weapons, defense needed

perfection

mind is not source,
Spirit is,
Heart

is forever creation

Heart
knows no bounds

Heart
is the well
infinite
depth
inward expansion

openess

more tender
than the tenderest kiss

without barrier

pre  conception
pre  thought

Love needs no reason
to act

no choice
no question
it does
moves
leaps!
without justification
unexplainable
un understandable
un reasonable
without caution,
hesitation,
without notice!
fear of outcome,
it's never divided
being all for Itself

it never denies Itself
anything,
even for a moment!

God
Life
speaks
cannot be contained

like a laugh,
 a smile

it's simply there
it's  happening
you didn't create it,
did nothing to earn it,
can never lose it,
its always you

being done
being smiled
being laughed

mistaken identity corrected:
heart, not intellect
is ruler

no war
no argument
against Heart/Nature
can ever be won

Venus
land of darling and sweetheart
mothers and cherubs
devotion
wings
halos
do exist
afterall,
are the Reality

the 10 commandments
are simply the nature of Heart
(not forbidden behaviors)

Overflowing Heart
only gives and gives and gives
and never takes,
steals, lies,
covets, lacks,
is divided,
nor jealous...
how silly,
how inconceivable
in
wholly abundant
generous
joyous
grateful
heart

the law of Love,
Universal Law,
no exceptions

fear is completely
without cause
and what has no cause,
has no effect

it's an insane thought
to think Generosity
is here to do work it hates,
and live with people it hates
and do things it doesn't want to do
or not have enough to eat...

on its knees, loyal servant,
is the perfect
position of mind

where love rules

and mind
holds up
not one thought
of opposition

without thought
She smiled
and behold
it was very, very good!

(no should i or shouldn't i?)

Just Pure Integrity

breast of God

i am
the breast of God

milk comes through me

to nurse
the babies'
hungry mouths

open

for ascension
unto
Heaven

elevation
to sanity
levity
flexibility
play full ness
with the Whole Deck

perseverance
knowing
the joker
is not the King of Hearts,
but an entertainer,
a wild card,

trickster coyote
at 3 a.m.
bewitching you,
the spell
that a picture in your mind
is real
 and threatening
and calls for action!

delirium
sweating
pounding heart
help!  me! please

rest,
 angel,
you are at home
safe and sound
in bed

rest

the air is cool and fresh
and sweet

the rain holds the scent
of pine
and soil
and river

thank you

i am
the breast of God

milk comes through me

there is nothing to fear
dear one

pictures
can't bite

the image in your mind
is
a decoy--
not a real duck!

everything 
you think
is a decoy

all freedom is yours
to see this

lighter than a feather

the milk
of
God

not enough

"i don't have enough (you name it...)"

like a two-year old...

he got more!

Look!

Everything!
you have
has been given to you

eyes
ears
music
song!
for goodness sakes,
just that alone!

how happity it feels to sing!
to feel
the love,
the tenderness,
the depth,
the connection
with another,
with a million,
as we all sing...
imagine...

or
whatever
this one heart...

when all thoughts
of self
have disappeared...

the lawn

given you,

this "house"
couch
paper and pen!!!
bank account
friends
(even your "enemies" given you--
and don't you really love
this being
you are so engaged with,
the mirror
who shows you
your intestines,

every thought inside of you
you have hidden from your eyes
and ownership)

not enough?

how much bigger can the sky get?!

how much brighter and warmer the sun?

what greater father than God, Itself,
The Source 
of All Joy?

Heaven rains upon us,

rains!

pours,
puddles collecting
into rivers streaming
gushing...

all i need do is stop,
pause button
the thought
of "not enough"
and

SEE

it would take me all day
just to count the leaves on the tree
outside the window

oh Heart!
oh Heart
that radiates
such love

you are not
a body

and there is no limit

in Love...

simply fall

into Its Arms...

you are 
anyway!

you've never been
in charge

Thank God! you have no control

God is

enough

and so much

more....

light is all the same

light is all the same

that's how you know it's true

no shift,
no differences,
consistent,
words, thoughts, feelings

free to forgive,
turn over,
to the other side

turn back
the page,
underneath,
to the kid,

before shame

before scolding,
before reprimanding,
before a mold
 of artificial safety,
"do this, and you will be "loved",
accepted,
safe

peel back
this thought
that anything is required
of the daffodil

who, but God
could instruct the daffodil,
His Own right hand,
to be anything
more beautiful than it is?

more yellow,
more radiant,
more Itself,
more aromatic,
louder,
faster,
cleaner,
smarter,
bigger?

only an incredibly
distorted, insane
mind--
in denial of all that  is--
could imagine
safety lies
in its own mind

God is.

Simply allow

all the yellow
all the perfume
all the beauty
to be

the page
before shame
is You,

Daffodil

freedom is my soul

freedom is my soul

free
to sweep away the sticks
and stones

have you seen
the river
ravish the countryside?

there is nothing that is
but a piece of straw
to this huge
soul

this huge power

nothing but a feather
in its path

i love you up

and down

no such thing as a real hindrance,
no possibility of opposition,
holding back Nature

it is You!
Love

this Power
your Soul,
no such thing as a dam,
nor damned

GodLove,
Thy Will,
this single thought
relieves tired confused mind
of all it thinks it holds

nothing but clouds
in a breath dispersed

sweet sailor,
atop the river,
i watch as nothing stands
in the Way of God

every speck
of perceived guilt
overturned

new tender blades of grass,
rich fertile soil,

now

only Love grows here

only Love
only Love
has ever grown

freedom
is
my soul

cells and cellos

do you see
it is your  mind
that is the lantern
that shows you
the streets of this world?

how dim
or how brightly
the world sparkles

how clean
how unveiled
the clarity of translation

God, Creator of all,
 cannot be 
deprivation,
missing,
scarce,
in short supply

High Power
is all ways

being Light,
nothing is hidden

fully integrated,
no clashing of edges

being the Dance of Light
everything is lit
in Her Presence

equal brilliance,
"your" house
and "mine"

in meditation
Light is allowed
free rein

completely unharnessed,
nothing kept outside of It

fear is simply
lack of light

unable to see the truth

Joy and Safety
is but to shed light
on the situation

to look inside
at the light
you are

 every cell functioning
without your awareness

something
is living you
reproducing you
restoring you
regenerating you
fountaining you

illumining "you",
sparkling out of your eye!

what's behind "you",
puppet, facade?

what brought you here?
this is no little question

what's moving you?
thinking you?
breathing you?

all those trains,
busses, planes,
ocean waves
that keep roaring
and crashing,
whole planets
that keep spinning
and spinning and 
spinning,
stars,
moons,
motoring,
whizzing...
and it's not you doing it


cats
have whiskers
and wash their own faces
and you 
didn't give your cat
even one
single beautiful whisker

Hi Ho!

Pause for a moment

!

see this Kingdom before you,
sit quietly

and wonder

what 
is behind it,
your very cells
and cellos?

notice what  Loveliness
created...
a "cello"
placed in certain hands,
with a certain touch,
at a certain time,
that "your" very cells

dance!

yes,
 dance!

goosebumps!

hair on end!

in this very moment!

behind,
dear one,
ponder...

what 
is
behind
you?

loveliness rising

loveliness has risen
her head over the pillow

halfway
this smile
the curling eyes
just rising up
of her own weightlessness

he has seen his loveliness
in another

the reflection on the pond
this morning

the brilliant shimmering
on the lake,

the puddle,
of the one
whose nose
is touching yours

no such thing as nosy,
it's all 
God's business

smelling out a rat
is but your kissing
yourself now,

where once
you misunderstood

the thought
there was something
that should die,
be killed,
punished,
something that could hurt you

but this morning
the lake is shimmering

because last night
you stayed up late
and heard God
speak to you,

words,

right out
of
human lips


the illusion
over now
of God
and man.

Only One, dear

Only One