silence

not one belief is true

silence IS golden

all pokers withdrawn

where's the pain?
without a sentence,
a judgment,
an e-value-ation

isn't it all at face value?
fully what it is?

no comparison
of it
to something other than
what it is

how faulty the idea of measurement--
to compare one thing against another...
it's not supposed to be like the other

it's supposed to be fully itself--
which it is
100%

brilliant,
constantly its full potential

where did that crazy idea come from--
that one thing/person
should be like another?

how obviously insane
is that?!

how confused one must be
to believe he/she/it
should be like another?

gentle

"Forgiveness is my only function."
"There is a light in you that cannot be put out." (acim)

prior to the mind boggle,
the impossible premise,
ever since debating
all the descendents
of the impossible mother,

the endless forms
of non-problems
posed as insurmountable--
 "let's get to the crux of this..."

impossible
'cuz
there isn't one

how do you solve an impossible situation--
a fantasy,
with no reality?

you've got to really tangle your mind,
to continually tangle your mind
to keep it
from unraveling,
literally
falling apart
on to the floor
in front of you

who can really believe
another person is truly heartless?

only a completely terrorized mind

see how he is ready to spring,
to pounce,
see how deep the despair,
how deep the pit
in which he hides his head?

oh be gentle,
so gentle,
this terrified "mortal"
is NOT your enemy

that tense spot in your shoulder,
that pain in your ass
is not here to hurt you,
to make your life hell

tenderness
is the only appropriate response
to fear

so clear

let fear
only be met
with tenderness

this wild animal
means no harm

she is but asleep,
entangled in her own impossible premise,
that she is
what she is not

be gentle now...

that's such a scary dream
to inhabit

you can't keep it out

there's a laughter that creeps in
through the crack under the door

no one
can keep love out

(being that it is all there is)

locked inside the house of love,

where's the problem?

rest now

on that hardwood floor,

the one made from the lives of trees

receiving their life,

their strength,

their many years of snow and rain,

their many meals of soil,

their trillions of hours of sunlight

oh dear prisoner 

in your own home,

worship but the floor

you walk on

and welcome home

the Love

beneath your every step!

the end of the search!!!

if there is anything i "need" to do,

"you will be told"
in the present moment,
make room,
stay open

there is nothing to know

This is IT!
This is God!
Right here, right now!

how sweet it is to end the search!

there's even dragonflies!
omg

mind can never give you what it doesn't have (something to know)

there is nothing to "know",
to hold on to

all that "school"
to keep telling us
there is something to know...
misguided missile,
misguided mission,
no land after all!
to conquer
or colonize

simply rest
now,

relax

what are you
without the thought
"there is something to know"?

aren't you just amazed?!

how is it to be released
from your prison chains,
your brainwashing,
your finger plugged into the socket,
to be constantly on a mission,
never allowed for an instant to rest?

it's over, Love

it's so over,
having never been at all

you are free to know nothing (as all you ever thought you knew was nothing...)
nothing of the past (that isn't)
nothing of the future (that isn't)

to know nothing at all

just sheer delight!

omg
what is this beneath "my feet"?
what is this
lush
warm
juicy
cushiony
springy
wordless
experience?

oh to see Love!

there is nothing to know

i need hold on to no thought

it is without thought,
the peace that passeth understanding

no documents
will suffice

undocumented--
all documents,
the past,
the never land

the ever crumbling
of "form",
ever cracking,
quaking,
never a thing
for a moment

spacious
embracing
intimacy

in Love with Itself

awareness is not empty,
awareness is absolute not 2

no separation,
experience of "seeing",
meeting Love,
oh to see!
oh to see Love!
to touch Love!
your fingertips in Love!

to bear witness to Love,
the vision of
such Magnificence
shining

after all the library fines have been paid,
all debts to the injustices she committed,
all she could do was jump
for Joy!

her Levity
carried her
to spaces she never imagined existed

ceilings
stratosphere
jet streams
and even prior to weather,
prior to "whether" this or that,
prior to decisions

such a clean, clean, clean
space

the light strip
simply showed up,
an arrow pointing that way,
and you followed it

and every time you rose
one step up the ladder,
the view bigger,
with every single step

oh yes, dear One,
so it is,
this is how preciously
reality is set up

gift.gift.gift.

i need hold on to no thought

call for love

there is a shy little animal
who  hovers in the corner of her cage,
cowers,
abused,
beaten for every innocent thing

toes in puddles,
picking up worms and ants,
touching her own body,
saying words she didn't know had other meanings,
not valuing algebra,
not wanting to sit still,
not sitting still,
not eating her peas,
breaking her mother's china,
spilling milk,
falling in the mud
in her nice clean clothes,
being too loud,
being honest,
having feelings

oh you sweet sweet child,
come dear one,
come,
sit on my lap,
let me hold you forever,
you have never done one thing wrong
in your life

each blade of grass

the world is giving herself to you

arriving arriving arriving

dragonflies,
soothing, barely moving leaves, branches,
bouncing
swaying
so gently floating

look!
see!
what is before your eyes,
your eyes,
just for you

do you see the infinite patience,
service, of the "chair"?
ever ready and offering herself for your support,
to hold your friend as you share

the vines in the corner,
the garbage truck...thank you thank you thank you....

the rain that literally just falls out of the sky,
for Heaven's sake!

the fluency,
the universal language
of nature,
trees grass creeks,
picnic of the soul

the sweet concrete sidewalk,
this foot,
then that
pushing the pedal,
rolling down the hill

sitting perfectly still,
waving to me from across
the yard,
the bright sunny kiss
of one dandelion

gone now,
forever new
just for you

the world is giving herself to you

can you hear
each blade
of grass?

without you,
she doesn't exist...

without awareness
it will always feel
like "something is missing"