surely you jest

Surely you jest!
A pin prick of light
is not the sun!

If your view is dark, 
ask not that the world be changed,
but ask that the Light of your perception
be brightened
and allow what is
to be seen in all its glory.

The Light is in you
now.

Ask
the Light
what It sees...

without any darkness.

(and yes, this IS heresy to the ego...)

                                     

"There is a light in you the world cannot put out."

halo's breath

halo's breath

there is no mortal breath,
no life that "dies"

taking dictation
takes no effort at all

your hand is not yours,
your feet are not yours,
your breath is not yours, friend

your words,
but snowflakes
that go where they do,
and land
and float
and pile,
sparkle,
and melt

but never for instant
are owned
nor ownable

melting in your hand
the instant of contact,

to simply love the flow
is all you can do,
all you can do,
all you can do,
be

no child does not grow;
she is not what she was an instant before

that shoe no longer fits;
you do not want to squeeze your foot
into your sister's shoe

the sleigh is carrying you
over the hills and through the woods,

Grand Mother's House,
Grand Mother, Home,

melting snowflake,
Love

Downstream

Is the Universe friendly?

The answer is no
only if I am trying to row
upstream.

Turn it around
and watch,
feel,
notice...
you are being carried

"row your boat
gently
down the stream"

merrily,
enjoy the game,
where the universe is taking you...
the view

the foreign lands,
th0se strAnge peoPle--
the "robbers"
who show me
the depth of my wellness

thank you (me)!

a simple blade of grass,
some are even eight feet high!

gone...

Only Presence

and not even...

No thing solid

No thing solid exists
until you construct it,
cons-true  (con you it is true)

just notice the million
bits of nothingness
and broken off shards
that have to be collected,
called upon,
and held together
to make this "thing"

notice the holes
and cracks,
the missing parts
that have to be filled in

without a past,
without a future
where is your evidence?

without hearsay (someone said it...it must be true)
where is the danger?

what is
in danger?

Pow! You're "dead" now.
Perhaps you'll be surprised!

what are you without all that evidence
about you,
about any thing?

is that ALL the evidence
or just a smattering?

Oh Sweetheart,
is that a fair verdict?

Or was the search biased
from the very outset?

Things exist.
Is it true?

War

War,
people on their path to God,
me,
on my path to God,
trying to find my Way,
confusion of interpretation and fact.

Find a moment and look.
Blanket statements are just that.
They cover up
the facts,
the specifics,
reality.
They blind you
from reality.

Fighting for what they think is "right",
for their safety,
survival of body identity.

Each side waving
the same flag,
"I am a body."

And there is only I.
So it's up to me
to lay down my flag--
to be wrong
and say to the "other",
"you are not merely a body;
you are wise.
Speak your truth. Please.
If you would be so kind.
Enlighten me.

Thank you."

Arising to fall,
was it ever at all?

the glass house,
the broken window,
the pavement now a garden
bursting through the asphalt,

the tiniest bud of a new branch
emerging out of
the huge expanse of trunk

oh little, little one,
the marble rolling across the floor,
you know not where you go...

could it be a dent in the floor
arrests your travel?
or perhaps the tiniest pebble,
or an ant...

isn't it funny
we give ourselves titles,
positions,
and just watch
as the waves roll in
and out,
the rug is removed for cleaning...
and never returns

was it ever so,
was it was ever really so...?

watch

Rest

How is it a good thing my foot hurt tonight
while out for a walk?
I sat down to rest
on a park bench about 10 minutes from my house
that I have never sat on before.
And while ready to sit there for awhile,
I noticed a path I've never taken (in eight years).
It opened to an amazing view.
It also gifted me with this amazing "stick".
What a joke that "label" is.


Within the city
the virgin
untouched prairie
remains.

Heart
unmoved.

How arrogant to think you can change nature,
subject it to a will
greater than Itself...
boasts the fly.

"I will bite you.
you are mine,
said the fly
to the limitless universe.
And it laughed and laughed and laughed.

What a treasure
this laughter is
right at the train track
with the whistles blowing,
and coal cars reaching out of sight.

What a joy
that She's always waiting
for you to simply stop.

The pristine,
unsoiled dove,
the moment you rest;
a park bench
you've walked by
every day for the last eight years (at least)
and never even noticed,
built for this moment.

The path you had no idea was there.

Glory.

Look at the happy travelers
already there!

Friendly
and welcoming!

It's not a new path at all.

The Space opens,
like the Red Sea,
without you.

Without you,
so much Space.