THE VESSEL

This is my life, but it is not my life.
As a vessel created to hold the purest energy for the highest good,
my only purpose is to be filled.
Someone else will dip from me and pour from me.
Even the waters that fill me to the brim
are not mine.
There is nothing left of me here,
I have released all that I recognized.
I continually say good-bye to the self I knew.
Perfect peace has a freedom
and a loneliness,
a fullness and an emptiness,
at the same time.
My usefulness now
… lies only in the fact that I exist.
In my purposelessness, God’s purpose will be done.
I only need be strong enough to hold together,
for the waters are mighty and potent that fill me,
they embrace me as I hold them, and I could let go.
If I could teach someone anything at all, it wouldn’t be to raise their consciousness,
or purify their energy field and connect to the universe…
it would be to love God.

CAUGHT IN THE INHALATION OF GOD

It is difficult to write at times, even for you whom I love most. It seems to imply separateness- using thought, using position, using “me” and “you”. When I swim in total immersion of Oneness with all life, I don’t want to come out of the water. I might float in this sea for hours, but without you here to play together
and bask side by side in the stillness, I am not quite complete.
To be WHO I am, all parts must be Home. So, I will continue to write
and show you how heaven comes to you, through you,
my words merely a trigger for what you already know, who you already are.
We are all kites being reeled in, moths to the flame,
as Source compels us back to pure love and eternal peace.
Just let your story go… of who you think you are. It really doesn’t matter.
We are all caught in the inhalation of God…

BE EFFORTLESS

I kept throwing myself at the gates of God,
and He kept tossing me back.
I tried sitting outside with tea and flowers to coax Him out,
but He didn’t come.
When I finally gave up and didn’t care anymore,
the gates opened.

HERE ON THIS ROCK

I’ve been afraid to be who I Am, which is the part of me that is “Me.” So I go where groups of other emerging angels have clustered on a rock, like butterflies in the storm. We are drying our wings here, so we can fly again, off to the next rock. Curious thing. Our flights are getting shorter, and the rocks closer, and the gatherings larger, and soon– there will be no islands and no water to cross. By our very Presence we are evaporating the distances. By our very Presence we burn away the waters holding us apart. There is only Light, now, begetting Itself, consuming all elements in its combustion, sucking them up and spitting them out to form new life. And we are that, my friends. Here on this rock.

THE SEEKER-LESS TEMPLE

It is a seeker-less temple I find within,
A guru that teaches nothing,
not even the art of nothingness.
All the sticky honey-manna is there.
IT holds me for a while.
The feet of my soul cannot move, do not want to move.
But the heat I carry inside… my passion… my purpose…
the calling of the outside world…
release me from the sweet hold of this substance of my Self, and I return.
This time.

ENTER NAKED INTO YOUR KNOWINGNESS

So. You think we have come together to find out who we really are?
Yes. To discover that part of us, not us at all, here,
waiting in the wings, just off stage.
It has come to find and meet us.
Silly us! Did we think we were in charge?

It needs us… to find Itself.
Like great lovers, we all need each other
to manifest the tenderness of true living.
For the heights and the depths and the ecstasy of perfect life,
long standing in the shadows,
we need our True Lover… now waiting in the wings.
Disrobe, and enter naked into your knowingness.
This was the time we had arranged to meet.
Disrobe, and enter naked into your knowingness.
This was the time we had arranged to meet.

Go, melt into the arms of your Lover and breathe the new world of the One, now here!