dilation

dilation

the end of the inner and outer,

no separation
without a wall,

without enclosure,

all endings but openings of spaciousness,

dilation,
new airways open
endlessly

beyond the stars,
beyond the perimeter
of these words

beyond any edge you can imagine

dilation,
i am closer than close
to all that i am

no thing
at all,
no infinitesimal crumb between
myself and I

oh how i ran away from this lack of boundaries
oh how frightened
i imagined
complete dilation to be

yet
God only gives

God only gives
increasing
expansion

dilation,
and there is no more contraction,
no more contractual agreements
to tighten up and limit dilation

no more  penny pinching,
when all that is and isn't,
is already completely
yours, mine and ours

dearest love,
my deepest apology
for any thought of smallness
i ever breathed life into

dilation
expands every material object to its rightful infinity,
given back to Source,

Dilation,
another name for God,
for reality

for This
experience

no "past" or "future",
only continuous dilation

opening

every imagined particle

giving greater and greater space
to itself,
the Unknowable,

dilating,

what are you?

I ask I

dilation is my experience

even as a contraction
appears to shut off the blood
in its vessel
and a throbbing headache
seems to build from the pressure
of the damning...

even here
as i so tenderly caress
this infant in my hands,
dilation gifts the deepest intimacy:
i with I

at last,
Home,
not to a little house of childhood,
but of Dilation,
where only That
beyond the concept of Infinity
can ever hold me

ever

expanding...

infused

there is nothing anyone
can ever do or say
to make "you" feel better

be cause
that is not You.

You are not lack.

You are Overflowing

Your very nature is
enthusiasm

infused
illumined
enlightened

saturated,
the scent of Heaven
is strong
among us

stop,
and smell the roses,
we say

stop,
and take in
the scent
of your brother...
it was given him
for you

where are you running to
so fast,
you would leave this gift unopened?
and feel but emptiness
rushing toward the next and the next and the next...

leaving This
unreceived,

breathe in
your brother

let him
enter you

allow the Joy
of his heart
to be

watch

the most beautiful flower
in all the universe,

infused,

your brother's heart,

be slow now

listen deeply
to the silence

allow
the silence

Christ

Christ showed up as my door today,

not at my door,
but, yes, as my "door"

stopped in my tracks
by its beauty

holy altar

infinite shades and shapes
of white

sunlight reflecting up
off the floor

i can't take my eyes
off of you

tears

for such incredible beauty

ever present
every where

every where
every miniscule and gargantuan
location
in space
or not space

the "hinges"
vertebrae
stacked curves
loops

like incoming waves
continuously changing reflections
nuances
subtleties
flowing

as viewer shifts one micron in space
or time
never to be seen again

not even in memory

Home
at last,
where Only Beauty exists

get out of jail free card :-)

The Path,
your path,
any path,
The Way of It,
this moment,

isn't pathological

what a pathological interpretation
that Reality,
what is,
is pathological

that's an insane perspective:

the sun (you fill in your word, worry, idol, criticism)
shouldn't be there

can you see the disaster
you make
of Heaven,
maximal Love,
the best it can ever be,
now?

the simplest thing in all the world,
what is

only the intellect,
intellectual,
would complicate
the present moment

with an abstract past,
an abstract future,
an abstract, distant "foreign country",
an abstract "other",
abstract borders and boundaries
where there are none

aren't you always awareness?

watching thoughts/images/words
and "sensations"?

awareness is not hierarchy nor categorization,

awareness is not effort,

it just is

here is the kiss
of you
to you
to wake you

a get out of jail free card :-)

awareness has no cost...ever

awareness

images,
sensations,
words,
are the stuff
of play

stirring the bowl of water
to watch the leaf spin around

soaping the bathtub
to slide down
and around

sledding hill,
ice skating,

packing snow,
crunching ice,

twisting up the swing
to let go and spin around

shaking pop
to watch it fizz

remember the stuff
of childhood?
mud between toes

what's your earliest memory?
smell?
lilies of the valley,
violets

colors?
green plastic plate,
music man record,
brushing hair,
pink tufty bedspread

the stuff of childhood,
play

not one thing serious about it,

watch...
 it comes
and goes
and

 never stops,

no matter what we call it...

there is not one thing
you have control over

have you noticed?

someone told you once
that what you see
isn't supposed to be there,

it isn't so

it just isn't so

awareness is not attack

without a dime

"It is not Christ that can be crucified." (acim lesson 303)

Egolessness cannot be "hurt",
diminished.

Egolessness offers everything I want.

Without one need,
without a dime to my name,
to hold,
to carry,
to grasp tight to  my fingers...

without one dime,
I am free
to ask,
to not know (that money is necessary, how to survive...)
what I am here for

What?
beyond mere survival,
what Gift
am i here to share,
to offer?

it is This that provides for me,
is provided
and given

i'm not a body,
here but to take up space,
suck up resources
and compete with others
to eat

no, babes,
I am Song!!!!

Song!
do you hear?

every infant a new note,
a melody
of the continuing Love Song,
serenading me

every voice,
another word of Love,
every eye,
a flower

tree: Love
grass: Love
fence: Love
you: Love
me: Love
coffee cup: Love Song

appreciation is the only appropriate response
to anything

Gifts beyond counting...
beyond measure,

without one dime
to my name!

what am i here to give
right now?

and the archaic idea of getting
but dissolves to dust,
like the ancient yellow paper
it was written on

Merry Christmas to all,
You are the gift
to you
and to every one.

Thank you

lifting the body off your brother

lifting the body
off your brother

what is there?

what do you see now,
holding his hand,
without the physical hand?

where is he?

isn't it but your Heart,
where he lives?

where else could he be?

is there a space outside your heart,
a space where your heart isn't?

a space Love did not create,
inhabit,
and ooze endlessly
through every pore?

a space in the universe
your smile doesn't warm?

would you put your brother
in a vacuum?

can it be that radiance
is a vacuum?

can it be that "my brother"
is  not "me"?

One

the unnameable
untouchable
undestroyable

inseparable


lifting the body
off your brother,
what is there?