Monday, September 29

go your way

gentle as a petal on the skin
of your palms,
here i stand
as your world, as your heart
sent from the Gods of Love
and once upon a song
once upon a dreaming
we rise conceived in the depths
of an immaculate Being

and the spaces in our skin
keep a secret hidden from a world
made of thinning visions
and clumsy dreams
with faded colors lined
in the fog of restlessness

so we sit to write
of a tall tale of love
as the soul of this world
so desperately longs
to hear the melody
of a truth it has always known

and we call to this soul
and we ask:

set your sight high
upon the ceaseless flood
of God's ever expanding heart
and go only where it goes
up into the realm of luminosity
outward into that glistening field
of pure radiance
riding the formless back
of a mighty and cosmic force
infinitely reach beyond the lines
and shatter all of the boundaries
of your yester-scenes
release yourself
realize your Self

that time has come
and that time is here
for you to stand clear
in the power of your name
know your name

the message sounds
and the lines repeat

know your name
own your fate
and go your way

the words are sculpted
and the sounds are echoed
to say...

go your own way

Saturday, September 27

a sip of Love

(Artwork: Marcia Snedecor http://www.etherealart.com )

hold this chalice up to your lips
entice your soul
and loose your minds grip
breathe in the eternal fragrance
then demolish the altar
of your sensual addictions
release the Divine Innocence within
to reclaim your highest vision
know the power of your name
stand immersed within it
for the greatness of your being
awaits to flood this world
with the purity of your timeless light

you should choose...

we wrote the script
together, yes we sure did
before time, before the seasons
we wrote this out, and we found the reason
and now it's time, as change has come
with flashing lights, and lighted rhyme
we will unwind the ready mind

this curtain call was over due
but it will loosen
the rusted chains that bind you
and the next step is up to you
what will you choose?
you should choose, what you can't lose.

change is coming
change is here
the curtain falls
and i appear

what reads these words?
your heart gleans
and your heart beats
as the song of a lighted star
repeats within your ears
what sits to listen?

and what looks out from those eyes
and shifts in this revealing?
your heart knows what it is.
once written and a thousand times told
underlined words and words in bold
often read but seldom taken
the light awaits for you to awaken

what keeps you from seeing
the magic of this malleable dreaming?

the time is now and the place is here
the curtain falls, and i appear
and the next leap is up to you
what will you choose?
you should choose, what you can't lose.

Thursday, September 25

the details in the fabric...

coffee brews and the gospel blares. the page she turns and the leaves they change colors. still i sit and i breathe the same message into different words.

what is past?
where is future?
where rest these things outside of your head?
can you put tomorrow out before me?
can you show me this yesterday again?

life is but a sweet instant, the sweetest breath and an endless light that touches the very ground you stand upon. here. now. this very place. this is the extent of it all. this right here is the sum of everything. nothing before this. nothing after this. so light. so easy.

all else is the play of an instrument you don't observe. watch your mind.

sitting in eternity, right here and right now, you dream of struggle. standing in the altar of total unity you imagine you must strive like a fragmented and isolated part. the scenes of your life, they've already been sewn together. you needn't strive to force the pieces to fit for life itself plays the seamstress of your scenes. the details are as right as you perceive them to be. they are as wrong as you perceive them to be. it is only your own mental evaluation that gets in the way of you feeling the ease that confronts you in every moment.

do you pull the grass out of the ground in its season? do you form the mountains? what is it that you do in this world that has you believing it is your fret-filled effort that brings anything to pass?

if life ever made one request of you, and it would have been just one, it was never to manage the universe...it was only to watch your mind.

life is kind enough and gentle enough to take care of all the rest. life is generous enough to take care of all the details in the fabric of your entire existence.

Sunday, September 14

Through the filter of my thoughts...

so it seems that we can't help but have thoughts about everything in our life. and, in as long as we have specific thoughts about our selves, people, or situations, (which we all do), then we seem to only perceive and then experience things in line with our thoughts about them.

the people in our life are as beautiful or unattractive to us as we perceive them to be. they are as magnificent as the thoughts we've thought about them, allow them to appear to us. in and of themselves, people and situations have no static state of existing. all are a field of infinite possibilities displaying numerous characteristics at all times. there are no fixed entities, beings, or circumstances in this reality. everything is a field of many potentialities brought into focus by our individual observation.

so in accord with our thoughts, we filter out all other information presented in favor of those that match the thoughts we're already thinking about that person or situation.

the remedy for perceived problems always lies in changing the thoughts we are thinking.

by the power of our focus on the kind of thoughts we're choosing, we bring into reality a something out of nothing. within our own mind we form a form out of pure potential.

we are magic!

it is utterly brilliant that the field in which we're immersed and are the center of is a field of infinite possibilities. every being we meet, every situation that appears before us is actually a many-sided appearance, an appearance of pure potential. and what gives it the form that appears for us, that we perceive, is always and only the thoughts we are thinking.

magic i say!

so our world is never independent of our observation and thoughts about it. the people in our life are never independent of the thoughts we think about them. they don't exist apart from our thoughts about them. life is as good as our thoughts allow it to be. people are as beautiful as our thoughts allow them to be.

it fascinates me that the worst relationship with a situation or person exists simultaneously with the best relationship with the same situation or person. the potential of either extreme is always what we're presented with, for this universal field of brilliance presents us with an infinite number of potentialities on every subject we can imagine. whether we experience the best or worst of a person or situation, however, is entirely dependent on what thoughts we are thinking about that person or situation. entirely.

we are each molding our experiences, of our selves, of people, of life, through the thoughts we choose to focus on and identify with, in every moment.

so the question isn't what is that person doing, or why is this situation like this, or why am i like this, but rather, what am i thinking about myself, this person or situation that i'm noticing only these particular qualities to the exclusion of all others?

what a grand design!?

Thursday, September 11

this adoring life

life is a series of moments elegantly glazed with magic. this life, this moment, she is an endless gift drawn from the boundless heart of love itself. i don’t know what to call it really. sometimes i call it “my lover” for the simple reason that every moment transforms itself into a love affair of some kind - a love affair with an invisible power that is all love and all beauty and all magic.

i adore this life, i adore everything about it. every moment brings me something beautiful, something breath-taking, something that fills my heart up with an energy i can’t describe.

i walk down the street with a friend to see the topic of our conversation engraved on the side-walk. or my eyes become directed to the majestic scene drawn on the sky above. what moves me in such a manner? what guides me in and out of scenes that take my breath away?

in every moment, life is in some way drawing my attention to the evidence of its adoration for all of its creations. it reveals to me time and time again, how intently it listens to my heart and my thoughts, reminding me that i belong to it, that i belong only to this boundless sea of love that it is.

i find love around every corner. i find it in the laughter exchanged with a complete stranger, and in the moments of connectedness like that, i see all illusion of separateness dissolves, and only love looking at itself remains.

this expanse of bliss in which we exist, that surrounds us every which way, is a most generous kind of love.

oh, how adored we are.

Wednesday, September 10

we will never fall

(Art: Rassouli "Beyond Heaven")

I can hear the words
of all that's gone unheard
for I can hear the song
of your inner-most Secret Self
It has been calling me
it has been stirring me
through a thousand words
and a thousand more
a thousand tears
and I have heard them all
and I have heard your call

I can see in your smile
the light of a thousand angels
how they have been lighting me
how you have been loving me
in a thousand ways
and a thousand more
through a thousand things
through so many scenes

I have seen them all
I now love them all

this sweet life
she's now turned your head
and here you face the right direction
here you face the deepest part
of life's boundless affection
here you sit to face your Self

now you see the sight
now you see the light
now you come to face the vision
painted by your inner Heart

isn't it lovely, the way it's beaming
isn't it lovely, the way we're unfolding

and how I have been loving you
and how I have been hearing you
through your thousand words
and in a thousand ways
through so many scenes
we have seen in this dream

and now you see it all
and now you've come to know
that we could never fall
so we will never fall

a thousand things
and a thousand more
we will never fall
we could never fall

Monday, September 8

Be your Self


(Art: The Mermaid's Mirror by Marcia Snedecor)

to know me, you need only know your Self
to love you, i need only love my Self
to be with me, you need only Be your Self
where in all these do we have need for masks?
where in all these have we need for pretenses?
your heart, i have made.
and my love you have breathed into being,
by the unknown power of your own.
so to speak to me, you need only speak to your Self.
and yet here we stand,
as though we were two.
oh sweet love, i am but the mirror
your heart called for.
and here i've come.
look into me,
and see only your very Self.

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