grace

grace
is the door that refuses to close...
it cannot BE shut

you can't stop anything or anyone from coming to you
or from leaving

grace is the open door
that can never hold anything out

feel the grace,
watch the flow,

free
to come

free
to go

Source is what matters

Source never comes,
Source never goes

Source,
not this,
not that

Source,
yes, this,
yes, that,

Only the Love,
all shapes,
no shape

what if you opened up the coffee pot
and sunbeams jumped out?!

there never was a time
that you were not this

you are not what you THINK you are,
no image,
no picture
can hold you

no one would freeze a fountain,
the nature of a fountain is to express,
to fount...

to casually throw her sweater across her shoulder,
cross her legs and uncross,
to toss the sofa pillow on the floor,
to spill the pretzels and coke

Radiant in the sun!

holy eyes are gifted
by the splash,
the crackle,
plop
and fizzle

so soft you can barely hear the whisper of the breeze,
melting ice cream running down the stick
on to hands and cheeks...

where did we ever get the idea that
this should all stand still?

no photo breathes.

Gratitude needs nothing else,
gratitude licks the sunlight on the branch,
gratitude is graced by the tiniest remnant
of an ant's leg

there are hefty fees to pay
without gratitude,

the fee of life itself,
consider the price--everything
is missed

only gratitude gives you everything
and everyone,
the food on your plate,
the taste of a berry

without gratitude my wallet is empty
even though it is full,
my arms, empty, even when they hold,
without gratitude I miss the sun in the sky,

my very Heart,
mistaken
for nothing

Reverence.

grace is the door
that cannot be shut

road to nowhere

the road to nowhere,
been around this block a few times!

grab that milkshake,
grab those fries,
Quick, fast food, fast!

has it solved your loneliness yet?

the air IS your brother,
but she can not give you back
what you have never lost

that swell of war
against what is
is your only weapon

it is only this
that causes the pain
that seeks relief

no milkshake,
no kiss,
no idol,
however slight
or hynotizing

can ever take away the pain
of that needle in your foot,
the log in your eye

be still now,
see clearly,
all you need,
all you truly desire
is to kindly
remove the needle

InHabit

"I need to get it over with."
Is it true?
No. It's not about getting it over with.
It's about be-ing.
present.
right here now.
breathe,
feel,
notice...

without the thought I need to get it over with...
there are violins,
and angels resting on clouds, literally--
without that thought, I am an angel-- no guilt.
Softness, where hard edges prevailed--
razor sharp blades,
barbed wire
to catch on every move.

barbs: damned if you do,
damned if you don't

without the barb,
notice the ease and grace and movement,
natural, given

receive
the miracle,
the harmlessness of every possibility

without the thought "i need to get it over with"...
without time,
my chest rises easily
of its own accord,
zero effort on my part,
oh how lovely,
how very very lovely
to notice

a trillion cells working for me,
a trillion more,
a gazillion more,
far beyond measure,
life,
wind,
H2O

i love the curves,
the shape, the color, texture,
everything
about one branch,
twogether,
threesomes
for me

who would push
one speck away--
hell: pushing away

my mother, All
my father, All
my provider, All
my mirror, All

thank you
thank you
thank you

joy in the looking glass,
crystal clear

no more direct path,
no closer can i get
to myself
than when i look at you
and you
and you

TA: I don't need to get it over with.
I need to not get it over with.
I need to stay here
and glean everything.
I need to look closely,
to notice,
to feel,
to consider,
to breathe

I cannot get it over with
(the pressure that accompanies that thought).
It will only go when I no longer believe
the thought that causes it.

Leave no stone unturned.
This moment IS my home.
There IS no other.

inHabit.

Light of day

Silence is the light of day,
It never left Itself.

It doesn't matter how many boxes
of chocolates you put in front of her,
how creamy and pure,
how rich and dark,

She is already full,
satisfied;

there is no craving.

She is not moved by it.

Silence has no body,
no mouth.

She is so much bigger than the chocolate.
She is lasting.

This is the end of hell,
nothing to kill over.

Bigger than all the universes
as far as you can imagine,

the war on (chocolate)
is over,
her innocence returned.

No one
has ever hurt you.

Silence remains.
True Friendship,
Silence needs nothing,
She only gives and gives and gives...
all that is...

who wants the chocolate?

who wants the chocolate?

does Silence want the chocolate?
Stillness?

no, Stillness does not want the chocolate

it's just like the wizard of Oz,
behind the screen,
the little old man,
with no power at all,
no wisdom,
no knowledge,
nothing...
just a big charade,
pretending to be big
and powerful

it's just
this little, itty bitty worm
who happens to be passing through,
singing his only tune
as he has so many times before...

and this time
i ask,
who is it
that wants the chocolate?

and i see no one really does...

knock knock,
who's there?

no one,
thoughts on the wind,
passing through...
that's all

ahhhh....

Happy Valentine's Day

do you know
the voice
of a tree?

of what we "label" a "tree"?
have you ever even seen an entire tree--
every branch, every leave, every curve, bump,
node, crevice, root, scar, heart...

and can you hear
what you don't even see
is there?

what wisdom does the "lowly" earthworm hold,
the life beneath our very feet?

can you praise,
can you sing its praises
in your parade for hell--
your stories of war
against the universe,
the terrible damnation
of evil ones,
cold hearted murderers?

but notice
the stars that carry you,
that warms your every breath,
heat your house,
light your day

the earthworm, my friends,
endlessly tilling the soil
for your breakfast,
lunch,
dinner,
even snacks...

have you even a worm
of gratitude,
a tiny worm of gratitude
for this one?

even while you sleep
the soil teems
with life support

take a break from your tantrums
and dreams of control
for just a moment
to notice

constant
service

Happy Valentines Day, Earthworm.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you.

ignorance

the ignorant
are not guilty

a blind man
is not guilty
of bumping into you
or stepping on your foot

forgive them
for the Love of Reality

they know not
what they do

no one
can see
what he does not see...
in the moment he does not see it

no one is guilty

a blind eye
is not guilty
of blindness

oh how very very sweet
this child is

Love sees all,
love embraces all

wisdom embraces
all ignorance
and is never threatened
for an instant

only love
for the one
who cannot see love...

how else will he ever see it?