Well I’ve been a lot places in my life and time. I’ve sung a lot of songs and I’ve made some bad rhymes. I acted out my life in stages with ten thousand people watching Now we’re alone and I … Continue reading
It seems ever more increasingly important for me
to return to the natural rhythm, to the natural blend
where I can say AMEN to every one, to every moment;
THAT ‘it’ seems unconditional;
that experience seems natural and (w)holy;
that moment seems FIAT, a Let-It-Be for me;
no longer hard UP; no longer tempted
by some other moment. No!
THAT moment has become JUST, RIGHT and
okay for me, where alone for me is
just what the doctor ordered to help me
to accept IT in all its complex demands
and realities and FACETS. Yes,
then my journey becomes the DIAMOND that it can be.
But, how do I create that consciousness
which is TRUE to ALL the fac(e)ts of LIFE, including DEATH?
I DO NOT!
Because there, in that moment,
in that consciousness, IT truly IS;
there, IT reveals “IT” self to me (to us);
there, is the G-od, where, when we accept
we are (w)holy. Yes,
that special IT is free and just and right for all of creation
and YOU and I are a central part. There….
Yes, there…. IT is ‘I AM’ and ‘WHO AM’ (YOU).
IT is YOU and I and YOU are G-od Go-d,
For us all.
But, that IT is not always calm, easy going, smooth etc.
as the wind blows where it will, as the sea and
as the Spirit of life is natural-ly cyclical,
where cold changes to hot
and clear to cloudy
and calm to stormy. Yes,
G-ody Go-dy is only (w)holy when
all of those facets are accepted in fiat
and I am alone with You
moment after moment,
time after time,
cycle after cycle:
Yet just as from the heavens
the rain and snow come down
And do not return there
till they have watered the earth,
making it fertile and fruitful,
Giving seed to the one who sows
and bread to the one who eats,
So shall my word be
that goes forth from my mouth;
It shall not return to me empty,
but shall do what pleases me,
achieving the end for which I sent it
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Birds ate the seed on the path.
Sun scorched the seed on the rocks.
Thorns choked the seed among them.
Fruit was produced by the seed in the rich soil.
What have I let go?
What bridges have I burned?
What love or life that was meant
for me somewhere,
have I somehow foolishly spurned?
There is no answer to such a question.
There is no lesson to be learned.
There is only that which is available always.
There is only the Spirit discerned.