Sunday, August 4 Rocky Mountain Miracle Center

Hi All,
I'll be leading the Gathering at RMMC
August, 4 11:00am.
I would  love to see you there.

Love, Joy

feel the wide openness

ponder
the Source
of Your Heart

this
is the Will
you share

this
is the fullness
of Life
we are parched for

ponder
the Source
of Love,
and it's presence is  made known to you,
floods in

tears come with floods
sobs come with floods

memories
of its reality,

memories of your reality,
throughout all of your existence
show themselves to you

and all the words you've heard so many times
now become reality for you,
no longer words,
but word-less

ponder its authenticity
its generosity
its steady unshifting Openness

feel the wide openness

so wide open
the entire world
is but a speck in its endless vast openness

and all things that crawl through,
lions,
tigers,
babies...
do all they do
and all the doors stay wide open
wide open
wide wide open

ponder the Source of Your Heart
and you but witness your True Nature

the Source of such unbridled love,
that Wills the highest for all,
that Wills you be whole,
that Witnesses the gentle presence,
the stillness

the Source
of your Will
must be the One Who gave It to You,
must be Your Identity,
this Inner Compass,
this Homing Device

ponder the Source
of Your Heart

next time you are pondering
a destination for your next "vacation",
a tv show,
some kind of "more" excitement...

remember
there is no where on earth
that will give you
the garden
of Your Source

and
no place you cannot take it

feel the wide openness
of Your Source

The Source of your Heart...

the door is between the words,
not the words themselves

the backdrop,
the Origin

where do they come from?
out of nothing

timeless
spaceless
invisible

out of thin air, we say...

very thin,
prior to "air"

masquerade ball

I thought I was a word!!!

oh oh oh my...
a word,
many words....

today
the cumbustion of words
igniting
smoke, fumes, flames arise

fireworks!

fooled,
tricked

worshipping the sparks themselves...

but isn't the real God,
the real awe
belong to
the Origin?

where oh where did they come from?

fireworks appear out of nothing
and we are enamored  by the snap, crackle, pop

but Who is this anonymous invisible Inventor?

we say it doesn't exist
because we can't see it

and it seems like it doesn't,
in comparison to images
of fireworks...

but is it true?

Doesn't it have to have a Source?

and what Power  must lie there?

we worship a trillion images today,
everywhere,
video addicted

but Love, oh Love!
dear Heart that still resides
at Your Very Center,

What but Infinite Love (beyond words Herself)
could create "a tree"?

and you
and me...

all made of the same basic stuff

water, soil, sun, air

ponder Love,

the Source 
of Your Heart......

be not fooled by  magic

you are not a body,

you
are
free...

far far far beyond any fireworks this world can dazzle

empty body... so full

Take off your body skin
just for a moment....

let those stars go a wandering out into the sea of hearts

unwrap the Divine
lava

the border
that seems
to take infinite spaciousness
and divide it up into
separate things

making infinity finite

take off the wooden slats,
the tiles on the roof

outgoing
ex t  e   n    s     i     o       n
in dwelling
in visible

wordless
no thing

no resistance at all

how no thing
can you imagine?

no "where" to go?

this un-ness

without a body

the tweedle starts to hum,
the motor visitates,
emerging
out of the void

thriving
shining
hup hupping
bumpety gonging

the shimmering in the moonlight
quakes hearts

and in the morning...

no thing
dear one

oh yes, precious no thing

empty baskets are so light to carry
and so very very full

it's free for everyone to give away
and give away and give away
and all ways
no thing     no  thing           no thing
rings

true

Website born!

Hi Friends, Family and Angels,

I am very happy to tell you that I have just finished building and launching my brand new website as a Certified Facilitator of The Work of Byron Katie.

www.joyofthework.com

I would love for you to visit,
share any feedback you have,
and pass it along to anyone else
you think might be interested.

Wishing you joy and sanity :-)

Love, Joy

Ocean spray

the Ocean

pouring through

a tiny pin hole


such power!
such force!

you!

all of Heaven
coming through
"your" words,
sparkle in "your" eye,
every nuance of expression,

even that glistening tear drop.

Isn't it the same
as the dew drop
at the crack of dawn
laying on the fuchsia petal
in the middle of the woods?

such beauty
coming even as "sadness"

witch hazel,
broomsticks,
just grass and trees

the Infinite pouring through
each "finger"

touch me,
please

"all that i touch takes on a shining light that blesses and heals." (acim)

remember,
every thing
you touch,

every one
is
God

how very holy


Just how
would you
touch
God
today?

the Ocean
keeps coming
and coming
and coming
and never ever stops....

ever

laughing

 a bar across the sun!

are you kidding?!@

the Sun!
imprisoned,

just tell me dear miser,
miserable thought,

how
in hell
you are going to contain the Sun,
keep its beams
from shining through the cracks,
the spaces

it can
only
be humorous

incredible (yes, unbelievable)

proof of completely ridiculous thinking

a clear picture of the futility of the attempt

oh yes,
let's have a lockdown   LOL

i'm sure the Sun can be completely obliterated

dear one, can you see
such a fly-by-night idea
has
NO
possible validity?

nothing
but complete
jest