empty handed

the silver strands of Heaven
can never disappear

Source
breathes you

Source breathes
"you"

sit still

notice

feel it

no effort
the most natural thing in the world

flow
in
out

no way to hold on to
"your" breath

is it
really
"yours"?

you have no more to do with it
than the wind,
which it is

coming...
going...

no holding on possible

do you see how impossible,
how much effort,
how painful,
depriving,
suffocating
it is to try to stop, control, speed up,
pretend to own
anything?

play God
no  more
today

watch
greet
well come
give thanks
as the Universe rushes in to you

and

flows outward
outward
outward

to touch
every tiny speck
of star dust

the silver strands of Heaven
can never disappear

hold on to nothing,
because
you can't...

ahhhhh.....

reality is all ways
kinder
than the story
"we" tell

life is but a dream

"nothing was ever born but a dream.
nothing ever dies but a dream."
 Byron Katie

Stepsister!
stop trying to stuff your foot
into that tiny little shoe!

it's simply not a match,
two puzzle pieces that don't fit

breathe in

this realization,

it's not meant to be

there is something better--
something perfect 
for you

Big Beautiful Bare Foot!
to walk on
to carry you
to dance
to leap
to kick up in the air
and splash!
in the  surf

your Inheritance
your birth right

you don't need to wear a prince!
or fit in a box!

fit anyone else's dream

no mold from this year or last
from ancient antagagonia...the past....the past...the gonia...

no one else's design

not even yours!

far beyond "yours"!

Barefoot
Naked
You
without a single last defense
everything exposed

nothing hidden
all shame
sadness
guilt
fear
denial
for everyone to see
and in that seeing,
love you
and love themselves

no longer breeding the fear
you will find them out

no more barbie shoes
no more ancient templates of female or male

the sun
doesn't wear a shoe

she doesn't sit
waiting for an email or a phone call
she isn't fussy about her clothes--wearing a right or wrong outfit

she has no  thought about attraction!

she simply radiates radiates radiates
all day
all night
ever giving giving giving

and the world is at her knees,
singing cosmos
of every color,
birds and tides
and kitties
purring
in the window


Big Beautiful Naked Foot!!!

Sister!

Walk on...

It's All Yours....

Allllllll of it

even the little prince
you carry around
in your back pocket

just in case
you're in the mood
for  a good laugh!

suicide revisited

he simply reached

the point:

this story

 of body identification

is too painful.

and as Love would have it

She quickly whisked it

away

and it was

a

free

 for

all

:-))))))

happily ever

after the story

chemistry

what is this thing

we call chemistry?

that rises and falls

titillates and swirls

and crashes on the floor

in mind night:

2:35 in the afternoon...

drama queen enters

exploding on to the scene!

oh romeo! oh romeo!

where for art thou, romeo?

and he

off carousing,

gregariously

floating

down the river

with his party hat on!

a flower garden

of damsels in distress

and jokers.

and prince charmings

were expecting?!

oh, girls

oh girls!

check your own chemistry ratings

perhaps your happiness

has nothing to do

with the whether

he comes

or goes

but the temperature

of your very own

heart

gone hot

or cold!

hurray

for the freedom

to check

our own

ratings

and signal to the world

we are on fire

or avalanche patrol!

swing low, sweet chariot

there's probably a good dance going on tonight

come one

come all

wherever you are

on the scale!!!

deep...

what God has joined

cannot be apart.

no wonder

it hurts

to think it so

resolution

resolution

clarity

 of the depth

every sound spoke its

own

voluptuous voice

distinct

shuffling

something....yes   yes   yes

spectacular

to it

then gone

without loss

and another and another and another...

each as brand new

as the first

brand new

no thought of past

in this happening

of birth

of

never before

inkling!

of

life without clouds

without past

without "identity"

just pure

it

all my  life has been waiting

for this

arrival

and in it

no thought of past

or future

just

enjoyment

yes,

in return to depth

every facet of

the jewel

every facet

of one note

its own pure heaven

nothing else exists

the soft spot

treat every single one

like gold

all pain

is Love,

correction

our very own

built in

 bullshit

detector, 

God

do you see 

how there's really 

only one of you?

the one who can tell the difference

between what's loving

and what's confusion...?

balance...

let's take a look over here....

where we never looked before....

the soft

tender center

the sweet spot,

most tender of spaces

nothing there

at all, 

to offend,

to defend,

oh oh oh such spaciousness

such boundless enthusiasm

and compassion

for the martyr,

the extremist,

the one hanging himself,

jumping off the cliff day after day after day

into oblivion

drowning in his  own tears

and thinking it all his brother's doing

or God's

"shit happens!"

oh really?!

are you positive?

maybe you just didn't f**kng notice

that the sun came up 

AGAIN today! 

that there is a stunning view

always

in your mirror...

that that infant

that was just born

is beyond words!

and that shit itself

is the very building block,

the key ingredients,

to this spectacular dream house!

the Soft Center

sees it all

and never shifts

from pure tenderness

hearts 

that simply melt

are no longer

frozen

treat every single one

like

gold