LILA

What words suffice,
when eternity comes lapping at your back door,
like the rhythm of never-ending surf?
Playful waves on shores of creation.
Remembering you are the same Source – you instantly… come Home.
There is no good or evil on these shores,
nothing to fix,
nothing to do that is not playing. The clouds play in the sky.
There is rising and falling,
moving stillness,
but no judgment.
Nothing to say, really.
Really.

THE FACE OF GOD

The small self that is not yet enlightened, living in fear, perceiving it is separate from God, cannot look upon the face of God, the reality of God, and live. For when the Self looks and beholds ~ There is only God, and I AM that ONE ~ the false self has indeed, died.
WHERE DID THE FALSE, SMALL SELF GO?
NOWHERE.
BECAUSE IT NEVER EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE.

THE BLAZING BLISS

I find my consciousness inside a ball of incredible bliss.
If I hold the course, it fills my every cell.
But if I begin to think…it begins to shrink.
If I start to observe… its radiance blurs.
If I try to define or evaluate… it deflates in boredom.
Much like a distant relative or someone you don’t really know
bringing out at your splendid party
the old photo albums of humans you don’t know
and telling you facts to which you don’t relate.
Who the heck and why are you putting me through this? your divine Self asks the one dragging out the snapshots of past life and dramas and beings,
When none of that is you anymore!
The bliss doesn’t want to think or judge or see Itself,
just blaze and blaze and blaze!

THE AIRPLANE HAS LANDED

I’ve decided to quit running from who I AM. There is nobody else, some better person who will show up down the road, on the new mission, after the next spiritual workshop. I cannot live anymore without seeing the Beloved in all I meet, in all I am doing, and mostly, from out the eyes and heart of this one same Beloved…inside of me.
When I open my eyes in the morning, I remember whose eyes are seeing.
I cannot be separate from those eyes, that heart, any longer.
Not in any moment. Not with any breath.
I must embody who I am. I must touch my feet every moment on the sacred ground holding life here just for my feet. Like the airplane coming in for a landing, wheels bouncing on the runway, touching down, holding friction in balance, my reluctance is now gone, the timidity and fear vanished, the One that I AM is here, now, unafraid to BE.

THE END OF THE ROAD

I have not been lost, I have been traveling.
But here I AM, now.
Does anything matter anymore? Only if I want it to.
Does anything have meaning? Only what I give it.
When enlightenment comes,
there is no more hiding from your true nature,
the true reality you have always been.
This reality is not in a box of some little mind,
but exists as an endless living sphere of the One Eternal Mind.
This reality will be much more fun as we create from this holy ground
experiences of any and every possibility.
My preference still? The Nothing.
I will lay naked within the lush fertile composting mass
of a beautiful mothering planet, sharing in Her deep love of all beings,
and let others plow me, turn me over, plant the seeds in me,
and toil through my veins of dirt. I rest!

SUNRISE BLESSING

It is as if I’ve waited my entire life
for this very moment.
Nothing else matters.
I hold my breath and bow my head
for The Blessing.
Then, my breathing returns in shallow sighs.
Head back, eyes open wide
to admit all the light I can, I begin to fill.

The heart of the young bride, accepting her morning joy.

The new world is here

in my breath, my eyes, my heart.

Let me be a joyful opening for God!

This young bride is given back her true innocence every dawn,
as a Life lover.