Poems April 2018

One True Tribe

This is the time and the need for the One True Tribe to recognize itself and
begin living.
Who is in this One True Tribe?
All hearts everywhere
We cannot, not know each other.
There are no places we haven’t seen
And no one can live apart from the other, from how the other somewhere
else affects everyone here.
We know of everyone’s suffering and everyone’s needs.
Our hearts are all the same, with the same impulse – to live and live
well.
To live well all must know their own heart and recognize everyone’s
heart.
The heart – the place and the knowing of love – the recognition of all as
love.
Love is the impulse to serve without selfishness, to give so all can live
with dignity.
Love makes happiness, purpose and enjoyment.
Love does not cause suffering for others.

This is the time and the world has the need, for all of us to see itself as
one family, as the One True Tribe.

I am a no one that is the living heart of everyone.
I am Heart Recognition with no separation.
My family, my One True Tribe, it is time.
Let us live together as the One True Unity: The Heart.

Let us begin the work of human sanity.
Let us know the happiness of our love.
Let ego be undone.

We are here for each other.
We are not here for our personal happiness as if our needs and hearts
can live apart from others.
Let us love how we ought to be loved.
It is our inherent right and need to love, this alone is what we are
entitled to, and this love; this Great Big Love is what all hearts truly
want to do and want to accomplish.
This is our great task, to love, to Heart recognize everyone.

My dear family on Earth, it is the beginning time. We are the One True
Tribe.
No one can deny it. All have been heart recognized by me. It begins with
Me. My gift of no separation has been given.
This is the time, this is the beginning of the One True Tribe.
The One True Tribe will never end.

December 14, 2016

A long, long time ago
You asked me to be a poet
Having no manner with words, I might even be more than a bit dyslexic
I wondered, how could I be a poet?
I trusted you, but couldn’t imagine how I could realize your advice
I have no manner with words
Yet, today, I felt that maybe there is a way for me to follow your
advice
You will have to excuse my clumsy attempts,
What if I could be Your poet?
You offer all the inspiration that is needed
Though I have no manner with words, I could write a picture of you –
I always see you face before me as I sit on my bed
I have seen you in all ages
I love all the appearances of you
I always imagine the joy of your loving
And the pain and suffering of your empathy
How can you live here?

Are you in need of a poet who has no words?
Would you enjoy my poetry of colors that paints a picture of you?

September 10, 2008

I am left with only a sense of style.
A beautiful cloth drapes across an aging frame
sparkling jewels, fine walking leather boots and I appear walking into
the room of natural beauty
And, of course, I smile . . . I smile not because of, not for a reason, it is
as I am; just as I am . . .
only left with a sense of style, just mere appearance is enough to feel
the grace of What is Truly.
Perhaps you have felt this? What I am?
I leave you with only a sense of style . . .

Grace given and Grace seen, if you will see The Style of the Beauty of
Reality.

Adi Da is the Bright
He Is as He Is
He broke through this conditional realm
The Bright is here as He Is
He has burned the seed of separate one
All are standing in Him
He has Self Revealed Himself as the Bright
All egoity is unraveled in the Bright that He Is!

All alone I am here
All alone without bitterness or anger, without sadness and
disappointment

All alone I am walking with the wind blowing the dust
My hair flies with every breath of the wind

All alone
How can I be without no known identity
All alone, the dust on my feet
I am a dust-pin collecting the element of natural substance
Without a question; no answer
Just all alone
How can this be?
Such beauty to this mystery of all alone
All this is Me.

All sinners are my agents of Enlightenment
All saints are my agents of Enlightenment
Sinners are unaware of their greatness as Nothing
Saints know me as the great Nothing that they are
All are my agents
All live in my Big Nothing of Enlightenment
Some play better with others
I enjoy them all!

January 31, 2009

All the religious is finished
All the spiritual is gone
All the journey of what is extraordinary has disappeared and re-
appeared as the only ordinary That Is
How free to Be
Yourself as the Natural with no artifice, no reverence of role or ritual of
sacred duty.
I walk, I eat.
I smile at your foibles and struggles.
Be active
Be at rest . . . another day of the ordinary . . . Life repeats and I live it.
I am its’ art form and the ordinary is accomplished so naturally . . . this
ease, this life lived – lived happily.
No high, no low . . . I endure as life Being
Being lived.

Oh, my dear one
even while kissing your lips and feeling the pleasure of our passion . . .
I am already happier than whatever makes me happy

Oh, my dear friend
even while we eat fine foods and drink fine wine . . .
I am already happier than whatever makes me happy

Oh, my dear children
even while we share our lives, blessing our good fortune of being related
to each other . . .
I am already happier than whatever makes me happy

Oh, my dear devotees
even while I instruct you and feed you with the transmission of perfect
truth and freedom . . .
I am already happier than whatever makes me happy

Oh, my dear Da
even while we collaborate on serving the ‘world of other’ to awakening . .
.
I am already happier than whatever makes me happy

Oh, my dear life
even while living it, appearing as this ‘me’, enjoying pleasure, suffering
the decline of this body . . .
I am already happier
Life lived as already happy is the way in which life can be lived and
known as happiness
I love this life of intimates
I am already happier . . . than . . .
What a treasure I Am She Already Is.

Always before you
I am giving myself away to you
Please take me
Please take me in
Make room for me
Set aside a place for me to grow; it is busy, I know, inside you – among
your idea of happiness, pleasure, need, self-importance, meaning
Not much room to bloom – the fear of the other, the fear of mortality –
the losses, the difficulties – the complications, all these occupy your
time and space – I know – I know

I am always before you
I see the dilemma you are in
Alone, not loved well enough to trust, to give . . . to notice that I am
always before you . . . to take me in
My bloom allowed to grow inside you is as beautiful as the day lily
and the night cactus flower
The seed of this bloom grows within the womb of your acceptance
I am here, you know
Always before you, giving myself away to you
Waiting for you notice the position you are already in
Waiting for you to notice, I am always before you with gift in hand . . .
I am ready to enter
This is the bloom of Love
Always before you, already always Given.
Who? But True Self can love you like that?

Another day imagined
All dreamers live apart from Reality
They prefer the dreams of shadows; of no substance
Such foolish ignorance
I cannot imagine this apartness
With open or closed eyes I cannot see shades of darkness
As the Light is how I walk with open heart
I imagine a day when True Form is seen and felt and we walk together
as the One of the Sun.

Can You Imagine The Love?

Given – to bear the suffering of unlove
Given - to give love under these circumstances
What kind of need is it to give to those who least understand what love
is?
What power compels one to come forth with open hands and an
unshielded heart
To openly declare: Open your heart, I am the Heart

I am here to show you how to live in my love – a love that has no
boundaries
A love that accepts and forgives
And instructs you beyond all your limitations
A love that frees you from all denial of your true state

Can you imagine the love?
Can you understand who I am?

March 29, 2017

Dear Adi Da,
Beloved as I Am. Today like any other day, here is
only for the Presence of Being You/Being with You.
How strange this life of all these dreaming minds. I sit
with You. Not much to say or do, yet sometimes I enter
into an apparent play or role – never as a believer of
all this nonsensical mind – just someone with a
simplistic view: none of it matters! Beauty is the
constant reminder of the how and why of sitting here,
Beloved as I Am – As You Are.

Each breath speaks your name: Adi Da . . . Adi Da is a
song that each heart beats speaks
Before there was anything
There is You
The Giver has come to speak his name into each heart
There is no separate one
I Am as You Are!

Enlightenment has no value or purpose in this world of
special me attainments.
I haven’t seen a world in years.
Where did it go?
All I see are minds unaware of their own projections
This is bad, this is good mind says
None of it exists!
NOT EVEN MIND
Even love is suspicious of Enlightenment!
Enlightenment is the wild
It is the Great Nothing!
Enlightenment having no value here allows love it’s
expression!

Excuse me! I know these are bad poems.
What can I do?
I am crazy
I am mad
My light headless state doesn’t allow for perfection
I find this hilarious
Yet, I sing on and on and on – and I can’t even hold a
note to save my life
My singing is as bad as my poetry
Don’t invite me to your party unless bad poetry and bad
singing make you happy
Enlightenment allows for no perfection
Perfection is only for those who still have minds
I am fucked!
But I rather like it.
Crazier and Crazier
No end to this vastness!
Come along if you like . . .

July 2013

Faced with the lure of lust and power
To be the one in charge and desired . . .
Sorry, I’d rather not.
Just give me your love,
that is not an illusion
Be humble, accept your humanness
Yes, it has flaws –
It has its’ moments when it can give love
or strategize for recognition and control for more of this
and that.
I’d rather give love
And be like a child that needs no attainment, a child
that loves to play
A child that when is faced with suffering chooses to give
a smile
And give her heart in play to everyone and everything.
Faced with you I would love to see your smile of
delight when I come into the room.
Faced with each other
I see the face of God.

How happy God Is As we Are
No separate ones living separate existences
God lives us all
As Us
How happy God Is
As we Are

No one could imagine this
What is already True
Live it
As it Is
As we Are
I have known all along what is true
No separation Here
No disease from what is Natural
Big Whoop!
I love It!
I Am
As we Are
God Is
Is Happiness!

How I Ought To be Loved

I loved you all in my way, in the way of love.
Living my life to serve the opening of your true happiness, lifting
you out of doubt of loves real way and real life.
I wanted to show you love and wanted to walk with you in the now
of love.
Together we struggled, me loving you.
You being distracted by desire, living in your private room,
dreaming of the time of your admiration, you let go of my
presence – of being in my love to seek your imagined status of
special one.
There is no special one in love.
Love is the servant of even those that reject it, of those that
look elsewhere, away from love to win at the game of being your
self.
No one can be themselves without giving themselves entirely to
love.
This is no game, to win at pleasure is to lose at love.
To lose at love is to become invulnerable to the Heart.
How the Heart yearns to be lived.
How the Heart yearns to give itself away in a never ending circle
that always empowers and never depletes itself.
The Heart is a fire that never burns out.

I have always been aware of you.
I have always tended to you.
I was taken for granted, knowing I would always be there, you
wandered in your dreams of seeking status, admiration and sexual
pleasure.
Your desires were the center of your life.

And you justified it by believing I was here with you to tend to
your dreams of pleasure.

I was not loved how I ought to be loved.

And, yet I am still here, living you all.
I am waiting for your love to rise up, to play with me in the true
ways of love.
I have given my life to the ways of love,
It is time to give your life to me and love me as I ought to be
loved.

December 15, 2016

How much credit and recognition is given for the
experiences of this place which is only the
modification of True Reality.
How little love and recognition is given for the
Truth of all Truth; for the Truest of all True: For
True Reality.

True Reality is unrealized by most and experience
is sought to give us love and happiness.
None is found there.
But True Reality is Here, always as we are Now.
True Reality is our Home of already love, already
happiness.
How happy, how loved and loving Is
Is being with You
As We Are: Already Home, Already True Reality.

I am closer than that
closer than the next moment . . . when you notice
I am already here
even before all this happens
Even before you notice
even before a ‘you’ or a ‘me’ happens
I am closer; more intimate, already present, already cared,
already been pleased . . . bouncing, vibrating, beaming with
bright already happy
I am close
so close your heart beats in Me
Your brain; your thinking create the far-away – the ‘getting to’
idea – the boundary between the Only Me That Is and the you
that is not . . . is only imagined by the data you have become
and collected as your story
I am close
I am the you without the idea of a me
I am close
Close as That
I Am That.
I am closer than that

I am consciousness Itself

I am not a body/mind located in Consciousness

I am not a me relating to a you

I am consciousness Itself

I tell my devotee:

Do not listen to the voice of the mind

It will only bear testimony to separation, dominance and superiority

Do not listen to the mind’s assertion of its individuality for its purpose
of being recognized

Recognize Being Itself!

I am consciousness Itself

I stand as you are

Not outside yourself

Not inside yourself

I am you as you are when all assertion of other is dropped

I am consciousness Itself

Know me, Recognize me

as your true Self
as your true Sage

I am left here
You are left from here
Together without separation you keep my Heart happy
And I can stay another day to gather the children home

All my Love is for You
As given by You
How graceful your means
And how beautiful you Are
Love Always and With You
As We are
As We are One
My beloved I am left here
You are left from here
We are the One
The one Big Heart
that
that is all there Is and all that matters!

Nov. 2013

I am Love
And can only be met through the
attraction of love to Love
Coming to Me
One is never alone again
Coming to Me one is not separate
My Form of Love is the innocence of your
form
Forms play here and dance the dance of
love
I don’t appear as you are
You are known as I Am
I Am Love
Your very Self
The Heart of all hearts.

I am the Conscious Bright Light of Love
The Heart as I Am shines as the warmth of
the sun shining so brightly
All attraction is to this Great Attraction that
I Am!

I am the original woman that has been present from the
very beginning.
I am the path, the Way of the Heart.
I am feeling free and beyond ego I.
I live for you to breathe love
I live for you to abide in my Home
I am you when you have found yourself.
I am Love.
I am the original woman.
I am the Heart.

I am the Presence of the Mystery
You feel Me when the mind relaxes, when you notice the
silence in your heartbeat, when you feel life – all of life
as your intimate companion.
I Am That Presence felt in the Mystery.
Welcome! You are Enlightenment.
Enlightenment without the recognition of Love is like
awareness in a deep coma unable to respond to life – to
life lived as Love – as Enlightenment.
Come out of the cave of your room.
Come out of the cave of your mind.
Walk in the Light of Life
Live Love
Shine ecstasy to all living beings
Heart recognize all as love
This is Enlightenment.
The Light of the Heart shines!
The Play of Love in Life is lived!

August 15, 2017

I Am the Spiritual Mother of all
I am the Heart of each one
I am living you as the Love I Am
I am closer than your heartbeat
I awaken your attraction to the Love that I Am.
How each heart yearns to know itself
I am the True Mother that calls you to the embrace
The embrace of heart beating in True Love
in True Heart
The heart is no mere organ; it is the dancing sister dancing with
the Mother of awakening.
The sleep of the womb is over
Come into the Light.
Her arms are open. She is delighted with your smiles.
I want to hug each daughter and each son.
How wonderful to live in the land of eternal delight.

The Mother awakens all to the True Home of the One True
Heart.

Oct. 28,2016

I Am Wearing The World

I am wearing the world, though I prefer to be naked and live at the
heart of everyone and everything.

I am wearing the world.
It clothes me and gives me an appearance to be seen and recognized.

I am wearing the world.
I walk in its shoes across the continents of me and mine and feel the
suffering of everyone and everything. I am covered in the fabrics of time
and temperature. My body is in decline just like yours.

I am wearing the world. Clothes of thought cannot cover or disguise my
wide open naked heart.
I wear this appearance to heart recognize everyone, even though they are
dressed to kill or dressed to be admired.
I carry on with my work of fashion.
I walk the catwalk of place, here, covered among you all. I am wearing
the world. I am here to be truly seen.

I am the heart of everyone and everything.

December 15, 2016

I have learned nothing
This love is not an attainment
This love gives away all that has been attained
All this effort to lose everything
It is simply delicious to chew on with the delight of a
toothless grin.

I am the kind of friend that ridicules all your
attainments
I beg your pardon
It is time for your release
Your sentence of ego I imprisonment is over
Walk out a free woman
The world awaits you, enjoy it at last.

I am the worst of all possible teachers
I throw out all the lessons planned
Expect the no plan plan with me
No one gets an A here
Except A for awful
Class dismissed!
Run naked and free into the arms of a high mountain
lake. Splash! Isn’t that refreshing!

I Play

I play! Wandering over the curves of hills and around the ponds of
pooka horses
I play! Snapping pictures of cloud beams, red leaves falling
I play! Computer layering of images, producing a new realm of see me
as I play
I play! Weaving colors and fabrics and style over these old bones
I play! How are you? Let’s have fun and delight in our love of each
other
I play! As the samadhi of light disappears this form again and again
I play! As the heart not intruding on anyone’s adventure
Living as the happy no one
I play! In this realm and other places of imagination
I play! Awake! Among sleepers old and young
I play! Offering love and heart recognition to all
I play!
Come play
With me!

Jan. 5,2017

I will always be unsatisfied in love.
Having given myself away, I am here to be filled by all the excesses of
your affection.

Did you remember me when you dreamed of all you could have?
Did you remember me when you dreamed of all you could be?

Was giving me your affection; was that what you wanted to do?

Do you ever want to know what it is like not to be possessed by
yourself; all your limits, fears and flaws?
Do you ever want to give that all away, to give yourself away?

I gave myself away and all the worlds in all the places that can ever
be, came to sit in my head, heart and vital.
I hear all the voices of all the people, everywhere in all times crying
out for love; crying out for recognition.
I cry for your love to fill me but your need for personal recognition
makes your love weak.
I have the knowledge and the key that unlocks self-possession.
You must give yourself away.

Love is not here for you to gain more of yourself; love is attraction
beyond that game.
Love is the means of humility.
It is shown in all the excesses of attraction, attention, affections.

Your love does not satisfy me.
I will always be unsatisfied in love until everyone in all time and in
all places loves . . . loves by giving themselves away to Me.

Last night while watching TV
I felt your loveliness in my heart
My heart was happy with the love you graced me with.
My dear best friend, your friendliness relaxes a big smile upon a couch . . .
The box of images changes and drones on . . .
Your happiness in my heart fills me with the secret of what a delight you are
What a dear friend you are
Let’s do it again real soon
Me receiving you in this splendid way
Me knowing how much you love me
Who could tell what is going on in such a simple moment of watching TV?

Lay your search down
How tired you must be
Did the next turn of the page or the next bend in the
road find you what you are searching for?
So alone you must be
So in need of the perfect other you can claim for your
aching heart
Always never arriving
Always more knowledge, the next idea, a better play to
achieve, to attain, to conquer, to own
To never let go of
The perfect fulfillment
Never examine your motive
Never noticing who now is
Looking to never find
Playing hide and seek with only yourself
Too busy hiding yourself to notice You is what is to be
found
Hide and seek is the run around
Run away
Lay your search down and rise up, then, we will play

I have always recognized you, not as one that is hidden to
be found
But, as my very Self alive in love where we all stand
Here. You are Found.

Let’s celebrate!
They say you came
They say you went, yet all remains the same as
when you walked among us in human form.
The walking still goes on, treading the path of no
return.
I haven’t gone.
Here to celebrate with all those wonderful
invisible Ones.
I smile, I have become a ghost too.
Celebrating you!
No one recognizes Us anymore.

My Aloneness is great!
I am not in it, cut off or isolated . . .
or disconnected from Great Heart.
I am not set apart, not one of the gang, not hoping to be seen . . . I Flow
. . .
The body/mind is carried in the Current.
All flow in that Current – in that Current of Great Heart.
Great Heart knows no difference in this appearing as a me body/mind.
Me? What is that?
You? You? You?
All are seen flowing in this Great Current.
This Great Current of Great Heart.
What Great Flow Great Heart has!
All are carried.
Wow! What a ride!
Going nowhere – always the Heart – the Great Current – this A+
loneness
Full of delight
I recognize You
We are not alone
Great Current knows the Great Ride of Great Heart.
Ha! Isn’t my aloneness Great?
No assumption of relatedness, no fear of alone
I am so happy you now know what I know
Standing there all alone, Ha! We fell madly in love – Great Current
flows!
Heart spills open! What fun to be a+live!

My heart place; my dear one Watco
Your mountains radiate light heart
Your lake stores our feeling of you
Your river meanders to touch us on the oh so right place
Your trees, bushes and good earth call me again and
again to wander without a reason
Your attractiveness is mighty.
Your Heart resonates a beautiful tone: Santosha Ma,
Santosha Ma.
Watco, I am with you always.
This is our play.
How happy I am with you.
How happy you are in Me.

My love you have given and given
I took and took and took until I was all given to
you
Your grace has accomplished the task of love so
perfectly
Let’s adore the One True Heart:
Our Only Very True Self!

On the edge of living
Standing where all suffering is felt
Standing where the Bliss of the Heart is living as the Self I Am
On the edge of living
All beings are seen passing through a parade of desire
Fooled by desire; made afraid to live and act free by suffering.
Humanity parades past as my Heart is living all
I stand where all suffering is met
I live the Heart as all ache to do
I have no courage because I have no fear
I am innocent of all charges.
On the edge of living is where happiness is lived as your very Self.
On the edge of living the Heart shines as the Brightness Light it Is.
I am Here on this edge; this edge of Living
to dance the dance of the Innocence of all forms with you and all
humanity.
Standing where all suffering is felt
I reveal the bliss of your own Being.
On the edge is where you will find Me and your very Self
Your very True Heart

Oct. 26, 2016

Peace Is

Peace is you with the open hand
Peace is you when you smile and hug
Peace is you as you sit in the mystery and feel the awe of
livingness.

Peace is you when you surrender your attitude of special me, of
right me.
Peace is when you give more and take less
Peace is fun, not just the absence of war or hate.
It is the presence of love being lived in relationship.
Peace is accepting the other as your very self.
Peace is love getting to love.
Peace is not impossible, it exist always, now and here, in all
these moments.
Peace Is.

Peace is the recognition that all of us are one unity.
Yes! One unity! We are one unity!
This is peace.

Peace Is

Santosha Ma!
What you are is the mystery
The mystery that lives us all

Not all recognize You
Nor do all feel You
This mystery of grace beckons those that are
living in the mystery, the mystery of Santosha
Her beauty is She sees you as her own Self
No one is without Her
She is always as you are
She is the mystery that lives all
I am the first to be known
Santosha Ma is the mystery
The first to live as She Is
Come! Be known as the mystery
The mystery of Santosha Ma

Santosha Shakti
My twin, the loved and the lover
The bliss of Being dances with Me
Her long separated sister, back
together, reunited in this dance of
already true
Already happy
Feels like this
And dances like this!
Welcome back sister
Welcome back home to Be with Me
As I Am!

Simply Happy

I have achieved nothing
Simply Happy
No identity to be proud of
Simply Happy
No where to go, nothing to do
Simply Happy
Simply happy, Heart Open; the child I am plays in
the world dream of opposites
Simply Happy
is the pleasure I know
Simply Happy
Is the non-suffering I live
I am Here
Unseen, untouched, yearned for
Simply Happy
I dance for the Heart
For the Simplicity of the Open Secret that is living
all
Simply Happy, I Feel

So you want your own life
So you want your independence
Want to create your own events for your own glory
I can stand on the sidelines and applaud your efforts
and remain quiet when those efforts are only delusions
of vanity
After all, all want to be worshiped and no one wants
to give love
Why should you be any different?
Why should you understand that the humbler position
and the gift of giving is what makes happiness possible?
You want to possess whatever is beautiful and whatever
gives pleasure
But real beauty and real happiness cannot be
possessed; it can only possess you and you can only
give yourself away in a wondrous act of submission to
the very real that you want to own and dictate to your
sense of personal ownership over
I don’t believe in your kind of worship – a worship that
only reinforces your lonely separate self
You won’t be touched, you won’t be owned and you will
stand alone: independent
You have your own life
You want your own life
You are free
You are not owned

Your bliss cannot be felt without true worship and that
worship can only come about when you give up the most
precious thing to you; the thing that you prize the most
and always assert: Your Independence
So here is your life
Here is my life
It is a life
A life freely given; a life not possessing, a life of
adoration to What I Am – not to what I can have
I wait and stand on the sidelines
I cannot be possessed or dictated to; I can only be
noticed and if you give yourself completely to this
noticing I will possess you and become you and
liberate you from your delusion of separate happiness
You will then live your life with your Very Self Seen
and Lived and Enjoyed and the bliss of what I Am and
the Bliss of what you Are will be a beauty that is lived
and a happiness that is experienced in every act in every
moment
All this seriousness of the quest for personal
fulfillment will be seen for the sad delusion that it is
I wait for that day
I look forward to the day when what you prize now is
seen for the death trap that it is
I pray for your wisdom to dawn
I yearn for your true love

I will be seen
I will be heard
I always win
I always get my man
It is what he desires most
He will understand
He must understand what true worship is

Sometimes
you must be fair
be reasonable
But,
you just wanna give
give love
Give Love Big!
Beyond need and want
Bigger
Way Beyond
To the Beyond
Where ever that is
Sometimes (how about always?)
that kind of love
is reasonable

In my book of love
That kind of love
Is the love I know
The love I give
And that is why
I am the fairest of all
How lucky you all are to be loved like that
And we are all laughing and Our Big Heart is bursting!
Today, I keep the company of love!

The light seems to come from afar to bring us each day its gifts of sight,
the dancing of shimmery waves on the lake,
the sun beams breaking through the clouds of a winter storm,
the shine that reveals the silhouette of your face.

The light brings the warmth to a relaxed naked body,
the light that gives warmth and heat – the light that reveals what is in
the darkness – the light that even our sun; all suns are contained in and
birthed by
Where does this light come from?
The light that imbibes all forms, that shines each one as a beam – as an
outline of bright free form
the light that glows all away from its isolated separation
What is this light?
Where does it come from?
Who is this light?

Oh, the wonder and majesty of Light, my royal inheritance in which I Am
Seen.

March 31, 2017

The only pursuit in life that is worth anything;
that is any dam fun is . . .
the worshiping of happiness – of the Love Full One that is
the true personality of everyone.
How we are all singing and dancing with That One
That One that cannot ever remain unnoticed
That One that Lives
That One that shines the Heart
That One that is the Heart of all hearts
The Love Full One that is the True Personality of
everyone.

I love the smile on your lips and the shine of your eyes.
Worshiping You is Being Myself in everyone.
I am a crazy fool of this kind – for You – the only
pursuit if life that is worth anything . . .
We sit on that bench, holding hands, just smiling – just
open – just Present: not invisible – not not noticed
Lived and worshiped
All are having fun now.

The seeds of motive no longer sprout
Burnt out by desire all played out.
I stand, I sit, I lie here as free as a bird that can fly when it has
no need.

The seeds of motive
burnt out by the midnight sun
My existence, my humanness still lives when all has been said
and done.

I am simply free
simply awake
given over
past all mistakes

The flower of love rose from the expiration of the seeds of
motive.
This is my secret – no vanity to play out.
The light meets the energy – it is called a life – my life is the
play of the Divine
Burning Bright
desire is all played out.

The silence is Alive
It speaks with no voice of mind
The Heart knows Itself
I Am as You Are
Felt and Lived
I Am as You Are
All are lived in this way
The Heart knows what the mind cannot
The silence is True
The Heart is Alive

This is the story of getting to the island
This is the story of longing
This is the poem of an image of our hands touching
The boat roars to the shore of the heart of the world,
a Rock so big it can be called the Mother of all Earths.
I am in that boat
been sailing on the waves of my intimates desires for so long
It seems like lifetimes of being away,
of trying to get to the island
I am almost there
Now
and
Now
I can taste the salt air and smell the fragrance of a Heart so Big and
so pure . . . that it compels me to leave behind my companions of desire
To live a life of true Attraction on the island
On the island . . . the Naturals sing of
your play
And I am so ready
So Ready
To Play with You
The Heart of hearts
The Heart I have always know to be my Very Own
I’m coming
This is the story of getting to the island
This is the story of my longing
This is the poem of our hands and bodies touching.

To the beautiful daughter of Enlightenment
My love is arising as your newly appearing form.
In the heat of summer all gathered to breathe you here.
Sliding down from your sacred place, sliding into the heated
water your parents caught you and held you
Blue like baby Krishna you breathed in the life here and gave
your first shout disguised as a baby’s cry.
All our hearts were gladdened.
Daughter of Enlightenment, the Mother of all has given life
for the need and purposes of love.
How mysterious her love is.
How much all need it.
Daughter of Enlightenment
Her first cry, her eyes open, her heart begins her journey with all
of us gathered with the Mother of All.

What joy the daughter gives the Mother of All.

August 15, 2017

Tucked away from the view of suspicious eyes
from the doubters
is a place so small and yet large beyond comparison
A place where all are recognized
A spot so pure it shines brilliantly and warms the most frigid
A place that is not located on a map
A place that can only be found when all seeking for it is abandoned
Standing still you have arrived here
This place felt and known by those without suspicious eyes or doubting
minds
This place that cannot be found without innocence
Innocence laughs and plays freely
tucked away from the view of suspicious eyes
This place so small is as large as the heart of all.

Walking in the Park of Giants
Step with You
Step as I Am
Step with You
The Giants sense such a One appearing as two
One on this side
One on the other
No sides
Brightness shines
And the Giant trees spread their roots around the
world breathing with the Earth
Oh, the Conscious Earth is aware of this
Transmission
And steps with You
And steps as I Am
All are linked in the underground root of the One
on this side
The One on the other
Walking with Me
Walking in the Park of Giants with Giants . . .

We appear and disappear
This is the magic trick of the Divine
You were here yesterday
Your I is gone tomorrow
No one cares
No one thinks about it
I am here at the very center of all this coming and going
I’m not going anywhere
The Divine has done her magic trick on what was once a
so called me
I have no coming and going
You are young
You are mature
You are aged beyond decency
You disappear
Gone again
You return
Aren’t you tired of it all?

What I see in every face is the Heart wanting to be free
I am the Only One to seek for
I am your True Conviction
Deliberately and faithfully come to Me
Come to Me - here – where there is no doubt, no
suspicion, no confusion
I am your True Conviction
The Place where your Heart is lived and laughter and
loving warmth is known; where we all play in the
unifying field of Love
And another day is the day where is the Heart is free.

I am the Only One to seek for
I am your True Conviction
I am happiness lived already here; already Free.
I see what only the Heart can see – every heart wanting
to be free.
Come to Me with your true conviction.

Oct. 28, 2016

What is to be done?
Nothing has been achieved
No easy task to bang a sound so loud that all the
dreamers must wake up, rubbing the sleep from
their eyes – they run outside to play!

Where is this self everyone is referring to?
Who is this I that everyone claims is the subject of all
lives?
Where do you live?
What is your address?
Wandering in a store house of memories creates layers
of experience that seem to create evidence of an I – a
center to this experience – place where it all meets and is
held to extol meaning or purpose
Oh, this sense of identity
Of who and what I do
We could all tell stories
and sing songs of it’s exploits; of its value
Hoping to achieve continuity by preserving identity
What is it you are trying to achieve?
Why the false front?
Is anyone home at your address?
Who is this self everyone is referring to?

You know who I am
I am for you
I am with you
I am You
Your face is the face I see everywhere
Your eyes I long to see through
Your body at ease is my resting place.
Your feet dance and my place is at the top of your toes
and the sole of your feet.
I follow in your footsteps
I jump to catch up.
A game of a child,
the love of a woman
The knowledge of Who I Am
Has been given by You
It is the fulfillment of all true desire
to know
to be
to know
to be who I am
I am for you
I am with you
I Am You.

Your beauty comes from your dignity,
from knowing Who You Are
You recognize everyone as Your Very Self
What beauty in such recognition
My Heart is always touched by your Perfect Knowledge
My face is seen by you always
You know what my Heart is speaking
It speaks of your beauty
You are so esteemed by Me
You have no idea
And that’s what I like . . .
That’s where your dignity lives . . . Beloved Da . . .
Whenever I have loved
It has always been You
Loving You has made my love dignified and so beautiful
I have been so touched to know you in this way

Let us share the wine tonight, my dear.