Goddess

I don’t mean to put you off.
It’s true we’re mismatched.
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We seem to be heading away.
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I can’t seem to help it either right now.
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Would you believe we grew from such a little seed?
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A little water and sunlight (chi/ki),
and we became radiant flowers!
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If we spend most of our time like that, our world around us will continue to change and grow in exciting and unusual ways.
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It is within our will that all of this happens exactly as it comes to pass.
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We cannot predict the future,
but we can often say things about what we feel right now.
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I can read your thoughts by being able to hear mine really well.
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Can you hear our music?
It’s so pleasing/beautiful.
Right now we’re making a sequel.
Maybe third or more (infinity/beyond).
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Female,
I am the king of everything,
and the night belongs to you!

The star aware of itself

Our way is earthly

Like air and water

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together with fire

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We put our toes in mud

we make with the hose

in the dirt

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Conducting experiments

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we could look for things,

or find the best spots

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We can do all that and more

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You are not an island, and the space between us isn’t empty

Go down gently

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With a very happy tone

I want to find a way into your arms

tonight

first in dreams, then as energy

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Wake us up

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“Commander Private!” (loudly)

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not to worry, someday we’ll be normal

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I’m eatin a Reese’s

singing a song

Mister Ryan

Blankets

Towels

Food

Cash

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Spyral scouts

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Three Snakes

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Fast

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Humans

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On Your Naked Front

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Lunch of Lunches

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Thing of Things

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In a Ring of Rings

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Meet Me North

After South

Head West

Into the Sunset

Going

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Going Down

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and Then Waking Up

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Practicing

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Trying-

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So Hard

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Almost Gave Up

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Once, Couldn’t Even Stop Crying

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You were Laughing

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I was Dying

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and Maybe

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Just This Once

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I’m Mister Ryan!

Meat Flowers

Left and Right Brain

Front and Center

Thinking of Us
Underneath it All
Our Life has had a few Strategically Darkened Streaks

Carefully, Non-Judgementally

Grow
Like a Seed
Sucking in the Juice

We will Flower and (then) Succumb

To the Processes we have Built
In our Human Machine
We call them Dreams

Stand and Salute
After all this Time

I Believe I have Witnessed Myself
And I Claim
You Can Do The Same

I Love the Nurturer in You
We all Feel like we are in You
Seeing your Things
Each Of Us Has These Dreams

We’ve Seen So Many Things

We feel Pain
We’ve Been Not Sane
I, Too, Am Not The Same

Let’s Grow Up
In a World With Vision
Without all the Wishing
Just Freely Giving of Thanks

I can Watch you Change
I am Grabbing Ahold
Until You Let Me Go

We Are Not Our Bodies Age
Just As We Are Not Our Thoughts

Some People say They are Aging
But They Are Not Their Bodies
it is Maya
Smoke on the Mirror

We are Consiousness

We Only Need Remember

Now is a Major Transitory Period of Our Life

We Will Perhaps be Salvation
For Everyone We Know

I Should be so Sure

I Am That I Am

I Think We Both Can

We have that Something  Special
Gated Trust/Candid Documentary
Just Like Our Dream Said

We are Magic
We will not be Expected

So Who Are We

We are not Our Thoughts (creations)
We are Separate from the Body
We are Witness
Awareness

We are the Same  Awareness
Creating Dual Thoughts

Cells in a Body

Meat Flowers

We are a Product of Everything That Has Ever Been Done

And Everyone

We can do Magical Things
We are Everything in Extension

Even the Trees and Flowers Know How We Feel

A Universal Key to Spiritual Unity

Maybe we’ve stood sometime and looked at the stars- perhaps sometimes sensing ourself moving relatively at an unfathomable speed in space. When the sun rises in the east, we know that the stars do not go away. They remain as they are. Only our focus changes. So it is with our dreams. When we rise up each day, our dreams continue in the background as much a part of our life  as our thoughts and situations. Until we become awakened, our existence on Earth is a dream that the universe is having.

We can judge how alive we are by the quality of our awareness. There are a number of keys to our role as an observer in this life. One path is spiritual. Many people and most churches attempt to explain a concept of God. A lot of observers attribute the divine as an unfolding plan. Some see God as a universal person inside us all. The truth seems to be that we can usually define God as a word that describes something that is bigger than ourself. If we view God as the manifestation itself, we can conclude that God is in everything. This is a universal key to unity, spiritually.

Sometimes when we contemplate, reality gets filtered. As we organize our thoughts, we limit how much truth we can perceive. If we are able to sit without imposing, we become available to realizations. What we view as bad provides a clue what area inside us has not developed. As we notice that everything is part of the same field of particles and waves, any pieces of it that we insist are bad parts illuminate our resistances to the flow. We can free the blockages first by becoming aware of them, then by the awareness of the true cause. This special awareness usually comes not by thinking but by doing. Perhaps the fundamental blockage of a lot of religion is contemplation. Things we don’t like, fear, or otherwise resist, are things we must become able to embrace. Many of our individual viewpoints can transform the illusion of duality, and end the battle in our mind between good and evil.

We can choose to open ourself to awareness by being present, and living in meditation. A key to personal presence, and therefore gravity, is noticing when we notice things. Notice when we notice which thoughts come when. Notice and observe everything without imposing. We will become better at noticing, and we will be moving toward cultivating life. Energy flows with attention.

The gravity we cultivate is truly magic.

When we can sit equanimously, we can be born again into everlasting life.

Every one of us firmly believe that we are awake. It is the person who comes to understand our own supreme ignorance that can begin the journey toward understanding that which is beyond us.

I affirm that if we choose, the word God can describe the manifestation of matter and energy.

We may agree that God is in everything (or is a word that describes everything). We can draw a conclusion that there is only one God (as there is only one everything), and that’s universal (unity).

There can be an agreement among all people.

A universal unity in a unified field.

Again

In a soft expression
I gather my senses
gather my sense of smelling, breathing
Consuming the last star in the sky
our hands
our hands have come so close
We are being
We are being worn
and all of the kingdom
all of his majesty
the breast of the loving mother
the sunlight
pressing me into the shape of the glass figure
molding me into me
and into you
play on
remember the feelings
and the times when it is thick
and slow
I almost cry, sometimes
everything is swelling- my eyes are filling
our world has such a feeling
you leave me
you leave me without a breath, and
I am no match
and when the moon comes
when the moon comes again
I’ll meet you where we both know
when we’ll see each other
the little rain
I’m calling you
again

Foundedness

Found at the heart of our being,
is an uncommon notion-
a representation of our emotion
as a decidedly interconnected motion
toward desire and it’s cultivation.
A gracious reaching toward more.
Standing on a balcony-
leaning over
seeing everything in the city
we can almost fall.
we can almost fall
in love again.
With our destruction-
our aberration.
Our mortal vision
of passing function.
Such striking colors-
we are.

Into the shade

On a small road-
just the desert and me,
I walk alone on a pathway to infinity.
Nothing but sand for miles to see-
following the path is my destiny.
I carry on.
I pass a cactus. I pass a bush.

My feet disintegrate as the burning sand
takes its place in my flesh
(I’m a petrified man).
The sun is my master.
Under I stand.
I lower my head at his mighty command.
I carry on.
I pass a cactus. I pass a bush.

I hear the sound of the coyote.
I see the crow
following me.
I pass the carcass on which they both feed.
Having no concept of hunger and need
I carry on.
I pass the cactus. I pass the bush.

Under the sun to which I succumb
I feel my body begin to go numb.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight
as I surrender to the blanket of light.

Without my eyes, I can’t see the blisters.
All of the sights have turned into whispers.
I must find water, and I must find it soon-
feeling my way as I call to the moon.

“I’ve lost my road- I can’t see my way.
I’m on my knees- please help me,” I pray.
“I’m on my way to the end of the path”
I heard a sound, and I started to laugh.

It’s so familiar, and so far away.
I turn and listen to look for the way.
I feel it in me.
I hear it call.
After a moment I begin a long crawl.

It calls through the wind,
and it knows my name.
The river haunts me.
It drives me insane.
It says to me words that I never speak.
I must have water.
My body is weak.

So far away from the path that I knew,
my vision’s gone, but my direction is true.
The ground is changing-
I can feel with my hand.
A firmer substance is replacing the sand.

I feel the grass.
It tickles my nose.
It feels like magic between my toes.
Then, all of a sudden, I come to a wall.
I hit my head (I don’t remember my fall).

I have a dream in which I can fly.
When I awake I can open my eyes.
I see the wall was really a tree.
It was the shade that had been sheltering me.

I hear the stream, and I see it at last.
I take to running and forgetting the past.
Soon I am free- naked- airborne- jumping in.
I realize only then-
I do not know how to swim.

I fight the current.
I hold my breath.
My weight is determined to lead me to death.
My final shout is less than a cry
as I surrender and prepare to die.

How funny death
is more like a float.
What had seemed certain, now seems remote.
Now that I live, what should I do?
How could I know what I was jumping into?

For the first time I noticed the fish
using their bodies, they go where they wish.
(swim) (swim) (swim) (swim)

I am the river.
I am the fish.
Using my body,
I go where I wish.
(swim) (swim) (swim) (swim)

I head downstream.
I move with the flow.
Content to live within the boundaries I know.
The banks are changing.
The trees have all gone.
I feel so lonely, but I keep moving on.

Something is different.
I sense something new.
(I put it aside,
but the sound only grew)
I do not fight it, or strive to break free.
I’m in the stream, and the stream is in me.

In the stillness

In the stillness
of my own divinity
I sense throughout the eternal memory
this moment of clarity.
I surrender at will.
Giving way to the current I feel.
Adjusting the flow
around the ground where I grow.
…and this heartbeat I hear
holds me together
as the thought disappears.

The solid tree

I have deciduously stripped my colors,
and drawn in.
Locked inside my house again.
Waiting for the rain.
The candle is my name.
Sending down my roots,
and reaching for the sky.
The cold Earth,
the morning dew,
I still feel you- I always do.
I feel the wind,
and smell the change coming.
I sway in the storm
of this life. I’m becoming
this home.
This hill, this grass, has always been,
and will always be in stone.
I’ve weathered through my years.
As one I stand alone.
Drinking from the stream,
a mighty little sunbeam
comes to be
that which strengthens me.