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!

KISSED BY THE DIVINE AT SUNRISE

I stub my toes climbing the steps to you.
Joyfully I bruise them.
Even when I put on my finest dancing moccasins,
I scuff the toes.
Am I not lifting my feet high enough?
How high are you, really?
When I part the drapery to witness the sunrise
and feel the light-fire-heat,
I cannot look or I would go blind,
such radiant Life!
But I feel your touch through the window,
and I hear you whisper:
Your attempt to move towards me,
is moving you away.
Be still.
Hold your breath for a moment.
Feel me.
My Beloved.
You whisper … that I AM you!
I need not look for you.
So, I let you place your morning sunlight kisses on my cheeks,
and my heart yields… to the glow of our oneness.