Surprise! Surprise!

every name a word for God

1,000 names for Joy

every word, every thing...God

human design

infinitude

infinite words to describe the infinite

without light

you can't see any of it

not one stone

there must be some light

some where

behind?

within?

in this (now),

the only possible

place/time to see

if it exists at all

it must be here now

without a name,

(past,

prior knowledge

concepts)

let go of all names

and the Unity is obvious

my Heart right outside the window!

so i can see it

my Heart, right in my brother's

words

eyes

touch

shoes

Course

notebook

oh Heart oh Heart!

that surrounds

Surprise! Surprise!  I live inside you!

forever encased

in supply

love

forever wombed

Oh Heart

Oh green leafy Heart

throb

branching

everywhere

connected

veins

pathways

circulating

would you reject your very own Heart?!

the very beat, words, he says?

would you miss the whisper

the laughter 

of your very own Heart

Hand

Touch?

its you "out there"

you, that comfy home

where your neighbors sleep

that kitchen

that supermarket

oh, the rain of Heart

how sweet the tears

that wash and clear

and quench our thirst

for our very own

Heart!

every  name

a word

for Heart!

hiking through Joy

there's an inner landscape

just like out there

emotional gravel,
cool damp caves
with water trickling down,
there's moss
and marsh

just like music
there's thunder
and lightening sometimes
that shocks you
and wakes you up
in the middle of the night,
the sound of rain drenching your roof

it's just like that.
i didn't know

mom taught me to be sunny
sunny
sunny

i failed
to be sunny
year round
24/7

you know, sometimes
night just happens,
mom,
teacher,
partner

sometimes there's barely a crescent,
though it never disappears completely

sometimes there's actually a harvest!
and all the corn comes in
and we feast on fresh corn on the cob
and peaches
for two weeks...

but even that gets old
and a new landscape
arrives just in time

for a long time
i dreaded the depth of the ocean.
i thought it was the end of the world,
the land of no return

i'm so glad to finally see
it's all
just me

it's all
just me

Hello, Joy

Feel the Texture
just feel the landscape

on this stroll...
this inner hike through the gorge

thanks, Mama

without a name

without a name...(looking at "chair", "rug", "blanket", "sofa", "plant"....)

Service
Love
Support
Amazing Grace

graced
by what i've been "missing"
from my awareness

presence

absolutely graced
by assistance

so interconnected
"a pair of glasses"
we say
oh so much more
SO MUCH more

Divinity
unflagging

gravitationless pulse
im pulsing

ex plosion
 of
life!

laughter
shakes it up
all ways

the down up
the up town
the north west
and best of all

no body cares
if her dress flew off
over her head
and reached up
into the sky
passing the sun,
the clouds,
the moon

the flying ruffles,
faces looking up from their work, efforting,
to marvel
at the breaking of all laws
they thought kept their belts
buckled reliably
and comfortably

only now
to see the brazen red fluff
on her own
above it all
outside all confines

freely be tossed
about
to where ever she is carried

no strings tied
no speck of atmosphere
off limits

thank you, doris (why not, doris?)
for your complete abandon
of all laws
of gravity

i love you/me

:-))))
fly, peeps, fly!
just notice,
you are

You are an American. Is it true?

This is the link to Byron Katie's September Newsletter.
There is a powerful video of Katie doing The Work with a "Palestinian" who has been suffering so much he is suicidal. Really worth watching.

You are a Palestinian. Is it true?

http://www.thework.com/nl_september2013.html?source=nlem201309vid1#new-videos

oh, to be wrong!

I want to be wrong!

wrong!
 about limits
wrong!
 about smallness
wrong!
 about time
wrong!
 about separation

and the whole whirled
melts into me

borders dissolve
boundaries disappear

your face is mine
your eyes
your heart
connection,
bridge,
no gap

i see you roll in like an ocean wave
on to the shore

i want to be wrong!
and all my friends return

the Son shines brighter

I want to be wrong!
about my mother being an adult
and see but the innocent child
she still is
and so my innocence is returned

I want to be wrong!
about air  pollution
and see there is no problem ever
but a belief
that "i am small and separate
and cannot afford clean air"

it's just a "thought"

oh so blessed
so very blessed
to be wrong
and clear the way
for what is unbelievable
to the "believer"

warm oranges

spaciousness

warm oranges still hanging on the branch
something so right
so fresh

it won't "keep" another instant
it's not meant to

here's another 
brand new
breeze

a whiff 
of fresh cut grass
exploding caps
on the sidewalk
with a hammer

gunpowder

daddy long legs
can't hold still forever

why would i?

frozen

Integrity is the fire
that burns through all else

releases back to carbon
the fallen leaves

back to source
back to elements
back to no thing

how beautiful to dissolve
to watch,
experience,
the dissolution
of a once hardened
position,
condition

i couldn't see you
from over there,
Father

with eye cast down
i could not see the Son

could not see the far shore,
waving hands,
smiling faces

i couldn't see you, Father
with my crooked neck
locked to the left

and being right,
handed

right hand man of "god"

i completely missed
my soft kindness
nestled just to the left,
just a bit higher,
just even a bit lower

Oh Father,
i am so sorry.
i missed you,
being stuck
looking looking looking outside

i missed seeing you
right here
now