Cut Clean –
Don’t Be Mean!
Oh, to dance the Dance
upon life’s cutting edge,
that most precarious,
yet enticing ledge.
From there we can see
how things come to be
and how subtle slips
can slice them to shreds.
Dance!
My eternal quest will be
learning to dance,
an ever more beautiful dance,
upon the tight rope of the moment.
Dipped
When you let go,
Do you fall down,
or fall up?
It all depends upon
that to which you cling,
that into which you feel
you are currently dipped,
and your willingness to float.
Fusion Power
However long my leash may be,
I have come to see
that I am tethered to the moment.
There’s nowhere else to BE.
Past and future are fused in this moment.
It’s the point from which they spring,
and what I see in front of me
depends on what I bring.
Will it be lack, limitation and fear
or sufficiency, opportunity and confidence?
All,
in balance,
in a dance,
embracing.
Gone Fishin’
The goal of the faithful
is to see a Divine Reflection
shining back at us
in the face of everyone we meet.
With that, we have the power to
make our way to Heaven.
Because, if we fish
for the best in everyone,
then we and they
will find it.
For the best is in everyone,
in every situation,
waiting to be found.
Nature’s Flow
Nature, in a vapor state,
hangs suspended, here within,
and from it comes the stuff
of all that has ever been.
Ideas come sprinkling
from the silent sky
above the land
where our minds dwell,
like shimmering snowflakes,
mirror bright,
falling sublimely
from the clouds in the sky
above God’s green earth.
Let our hearts be open
like the rivers, lakes and streams
to the good ideas that will melt and flow
to the ocean of our dreams.
Nothing ?
What can be said of this
un-nameable, inexplicable Enlivening Principle
that encircles and quickens everything,
the substance of Suchness?
Nothing!
Nothing but what we do with it.
There’s plenty of time.
Now is not forever,
but IT is Forever Now.
Choices, choices … Loving Choices …
A Loving Choice is no guarantee,
but it is a requirement.
Sailing On High
Tongues drawn
Through the Living Water,
Wishes unfurled
To catch the wind,
The Spirit
Is our rudder
As our voyage
With God begins.
Tailor Made
See the Pattern of Life,
woven into God’s boundless tapestry,
measured in moments,
its free, ever-growing edge blowing in the wind.
All life, all everything, is cut
from the same bolt of fabric,
ours to tailor as we will.
Am I cutting the pattern
that’s printed, moment by moment,
on the fabric of my life
with a scissors or a knife?
It’s only a moment thick
and a moment long.
A scissors’ blades engage
from both sides at once, moving together,
baring against one another,
each lifting the other’s edge to meet the work,
giving up a bit of themselves, bending,
as the cut advances.
At the point of their engagement,
left and right disappear.
There is only here.
Where to next?
It’s tailor made.
Sweet Temptation
My words, my verses, are intended to be
teasing, tempting trailers to a movie
I know for certain dwells within every listener,
waiting for them to push “PLAY”.
Not my movie, their movie about their part
in the Divine Unfoldment of a Heavenly State.
What turns did they take,
what bends will they make,
as they do their part to shape it?
The Edge
Walking near the edge is precarious;
upon coming to know that I am the edge
that carves the shape of things
as they are for me,
it becomes an entirely different matter,
Divine Matter.
The Pieceful One
It’s all a collection of autonomous “ones,”
from atoms to galaxies,
united in the cooperative display
of God’s creative power. . . .
and ours, as God’s Substance—
Tools—
for Love’s Expression.
I am a piece of The One.
I am at Peace with The One.
I am the Peace of The One.
I am The One.
I Am.
The Spider’s Lesson
Are the lunching spider
and the fruit-filled fly fulfilled
as the spider taps the well of life
and not a drop is spilled?
But there is no vengeance
in the spider’s bite,
only a grasp of love
for life.
And as the spider spins
her lacey web,
silver strands of faith
before us spread.
In seeing the potential
of the pattern that she shows,
the tender trap of love
becomes ours to throw,
round and round
and on we go.
But if, by chance,
I should pass and break it,
she will not complain;
she’ll get to work,
she’ll eat it,
and start it all again.
Such is ours to do.
