Intimacy

without the thought "i need"

i just do what i want,
enjoy,
easy,
fun

i see ideas just come,
lightbulbs,
inspiration
friends,
fluidly,
activities
environments
images

life keeps lifing
light keeps lighting

i never need to figure it out,
if i don't have it, if i don't know,
i don't need to

so grateful

there's always ever a dance going on,
a flow,
continuous flow happens,
liquid,
thought is superimposed, but never makes it so

"waiting broke the pattern"
be still and watch--awareness

you have never been the thing thought told you,
a girl, a cup--same thing--subject, object,
house, tree, me
not

only awareness
flowing flowing flowing

taking it to the streets,
voluptuously expounding,
playing out her chastity

beholding the absence of form,
the inverse of space into no thing
dis appearing even as she appears--
it's never there

gone before you can name it,
define it,
it never has any existence
'til after the "fact"
when mind ropes it,
corrals it,
and shelves it
in la la land
that never was,
nor is
nor ever will be

truthfully, what has ever existed,
except the watching of it--the liquid stream?

Eternity, the portal out of the "time" lie/illusion

no thing but This,
awareness

so lovely
so gentle
so effortless

so amazing

impossible to put into words
impossible to share

complete and utter intimacy

just watch
for a moment
without the narrator

it will blow your mind
that the mind
was always just blocking the view,
grinding up such a totality
into little unrelated bits and  pieces

without the thought "i need"
they put humpty dumpty back together again

and the bird with the broken wing
can fly again

knocking

love letter

open heart

everyone's knocking on your door
to come in?

do you hear them?

all those children,
those thoughts

yours, mine and ours

those are the visitors just waiting for your welcome

oh loveliness!
your joy is in their welcome

every word you hear today
is for you--
for your blessing of your self
back within
the marriage bed,
the room of loveliness,
of divine union

let welcome
be your word today,
your way,
your response to every sound
every touch
every space
and thought of emptiness

oh love
the silence is for you

the space is for you

the friend is for you

the parking ticket is for you

the taxman
the illness
the sunshine and bike ride
the waiting for the repairman
the three hours on the phone waiting
waiting waiting

is the invitation
to make love with your Self

it's been given you today
by your holy Self

It cleared the way
just for This,
a gift from God
for your redemption

to welcome you home
now,
not an instant more delay
from Union

I will
I will
I will
be done

Love
at every moment
is inviting you
inviting you
inviting you
to get in bed
with It

you know in your heart
what to do...

for it is done already

the union
was consummated
in Eternity
and never ever
is there
any thing
else

sweet dreams, love

love letter: open heart

what am I
without the thought
"i am a thing"?

limitless,
light
end of compulsions/guilt,
uncontained

soft
not solid
amorphous

I spread out and be all of it,

not a thing, 

but everything

All of It
playground,
never become "it" (a separate thing)
can't become any thing else,
still This

without a name "joy schultz",
no anchor
the strings are cut,
nothing to hold "me" in,
to "locate" me,
to "time" me
no separation

I am not a body. I am free.
I am All there Is.
infinite
all possibilities
open
love
life
spirit
conflict free
tranquil
gentle
timeless
changeless
primary
kind
creative
pure
clear
weightless
grand

the pyramids
Egypt
pharoahs
Cleopatra
Mona Lisa
Leonardo
Bach
Beethoven
the Beatles
live
in
"Me"

they come and they go
amazing grace

every sound
every bird
every fish
every whale
plane
tank
bomb and bullet
police, fire, security guard
prostitute
field of corn

I Am All This

it's not in me,
it is me

conciousness pictured

mind boggling--
mind cannot comprehend,
beyond physical laws,
it says impossible

but I
Am
under no laws but Limitlessness,
not "scientists",
laws of illusion

Experience
is Everything

mind is another matter,
it lies

what am i
without the thought
that 'i am a thing'?

Love is not a thing.
Love has no borders,
no differences
no distinctions
no time
no space
no container
no limits
no conditions
no form

and all forms

All of It
no thing excluded

doesn't that feel truer?

I am not a thing?
I Am All there is

Wow!

So much love to all of "you", sweethearts,
my dearest Self

black hole

without gravitational pull,
contracting,
weight,
binding straps, limits, borders

I implode endlessly
back
into
my
Self

expansion
inclusion
for ever and ever and ever
filling every thing every where,

no thing to hold it in,
no thing to keep it out,
no container,
no end...

All It

All "things",
but Crystalization of Love,
of no thing

just look at those sparkling eyes!
it's undeniable!
that fuchsia zinnia in the sun,
that paper airplane sailing through the air...
through no thing

no matter,
without matter,
nothing the matter= Joy

taking off the 'atoms'
that are not there any way
(all space)

where are "you"?
no matter=every limit gone

inverted,
the black hole,
God

the Infinite isn't found looking outward=>
it's the complete opposite,
the Complete Inversion

here is the Nature
of All that Is

unfindable by matter,
unseeable by the eye

no words can tell of it,
yet its truly
all there is

God?

the vacuum of matter,
is the vacuum of all limits

prior to any "beginning",
during and after
any "end"...

without skin holding me "in"
there is no limit,
no border
to illude
there is anything different

dissolution of limits
is not
loss

loss of limits
is
the Unspeakable

oh how vast

oh
how vast are you
that you
hold the entire universe
inside you,
that it
is but a speck
inside you?

and lit
with the crystal diamonds
You Are,
not one street light
is not lit
but by you
Love

not one table lamp,
not one fish,
nor one loaf of bread
is baked,
but by you Love,
your light

there is no star in existence,
but by your recognition
and gratitude

there is no thing
that can come into existence
but through the gate
of Love

the sky that rises,
balloons out and out and out
'til no eye can see
is your birth,
your friend,
your mirror,
your accompaniment
of Love,
open open open
boundary less

the lambkin, your smile,
decked all in curls
that wrap 'round your fingers
caressing every cell
of Love

away in a manger,
no crib for his bed,
for he need no thing
on which to lay his head

the stars his own heart,
the ground teaming with life

oh dearest Me,
what a cradle
I am

what a cradle
I am

I see you Love,
oh yes,
I see you Love

mind doesn't want to run

Earlier today I wrote a piece called, mind wants to run, after noticing
my frustration while on repeated calls with comcast.
I did some work on the internet and while out running,
considered the statement, mind wants to run.
I found out the opposite is much truer.
This is also revisiting the idea that suicide is bad, fearful,
or that only some people have suicidal thoughts.

Mind doesn't want to run
(turn around of "mind wants to run")

She is tired of running.

She wills to open wider,
to understand,
to see

She wills but to dissolve into Love,
to rest in Love
and never leave Home again

She wills the end of pain
that accompanies her
on every step away from Home/Truth

She does will
the end of her "self"

It  hurts too much to lie,
to be separate,
to manipulate,
to fret,
to coerce,
to pretend

it hurts to attack your very self,
to attack anything

it hurts to not love what is

She has seen the pain and chaos
she brought to her dearest children,
friends and family

She wills to be strident no more,
to capitalize on other's weaknesses
no more

She realizes there is no joy
in this separate "life", story, image

but it is not life
she would end,
only misery, pain and suffering

and isn't this simply sanity and kindness
at Home in Itself

the suicidal wish
is simply
a call for peace--
what is
without the identity of separation,
a thing

mind wants to stop running,

time
to stand still

to simply dissolve
as a "separate entity"

Peace
Joy

All resistance dissolved

mind wants to run

mind wants to run with it,

take the bull
by the horns,

but watch
now,
look very closely,
how tender her eye

that feels,
swells,
asks
for
reality

reflected
obsidian

the flow
turned ice,
rock solid

but for
no instant
in Eternity

melted snow,
not even a now,
in the flow...
when and where does the River
actually stop?

is it possible
water not be liquid?

her liquidity
is you....
free

her fish
don't mold her

it is her life support system
that holds, breathes, provides
every thing

where's the threat
in the lady on the phone?
the sixth helper
lined up by comcast
to serve,
to service Me

mind wants to tell a tale
of deprivation, loss,
disconnection

haywire

it's got everything mixed up:
getting is having,
being is nothing,
time is everything,
hah!

God won't buy it.

Reality will never be finite,
lacking

the broad spectrum
is far beyond
the miniscule internet connection

how could i ever be
cut off from my Self?

mind wants to run with it

but why
would i?

it's so fine
right here