Fresh.....

Spring is arriving in the Northwest; buds, blossoms, and aromas seduce the senses.
Delight in the fact we made it through another winter, why is it always such a surprise?!?
These blessings speak well of the primal human cycle, and meet sensory needs of confirmation of Life active and well, they also mirror movement on a levels that are not tangible to the senses of the human body. There has been the long Winters gestation within a system that is both in the body but not of the body. Something growing, but not doing anything. Something reaching, but not wanting. And now Fresh Light has entered, or been entered. Blossoming rising from within that goes no where, but touches everything.
There can no longer be a holding back, or dumbing down, or confinement of that which already is. All of that is merely an old expression of habit.
Dare to Be your Self.
no longer daring.
now Being.
no Effort, nothing needed. nothing lost, nothing found.
Here.
Now.
Fullness of Life.
NO Big Deal.
Just Everything that matters!

May all Being know peace
May all being taste ease
May all Being be freed from constraints of the mind.
May all Being Know Life
May all Being Know Breath
May all Being Be Free.

Nothin' special........

I've been arguing about Love
for quite a long time now
We toss this word around
as though its in our back pocket
Like we have known it to its depths
since our crib days

I argue
we don't know what we are talking about
and when we talk about it
how we talk about it takes us
in the exact opposite direction
of that which we want to be going toward.

I argue
even when i sign off emails
with 'love' in all caps
like its something special
cuz I want to point to something
that has substance
that I can give my full weight to
that I can lean on
and give some to you
and I miss the point
every time

I argue
there is nothing
that we can name
and have it be real
it is by far better
to not speak of that which is dear
to our hearts
for it remains in its pristine
state of our emotional body
the energetic field of our knowing
the FEELING of it
in our body

I argue that any words
about god or religion
or spirituality
are signs
leading us astray
from the very fact
of what is right HERE

I argue that we've been
barking up the wrong basket of eggs
I argue that we have devoted
to the very thing
that takes us away from
what is HERE
no matter when we call it.

I argue
that we are nothing special
as long as we think
we are, or arent.
and the special is HERE
right inside our skin
but not our skin
but with no name
or shape or form

I argue
until HERE
until NOW.

Late Winter, Looking for Springs arising......

I want to Fall in Love
And so I Am
Walking hand in hand with Life
In the company of Hearts
Who know only their own song
Singing with voices
That have been singing all along
Though many may have spent
Years beneath the bushel
NOW each voice shines
in its own tone
and vibrancy!
How can one NOT fall in Love?
How can One not feel the arising
Of Springs thrust
Inevitable
Undeniable
Like the Egyptian Peoples uprising
We shall not be denied!!
THIS shall not be denied.
This Heart is ripe
For Fullness
Hungering for Unity's Embrace
I want to FALL in LOVE
Who is willing to enter?
Who is willing to step to the music?
The Pulse of Life
Rocks the Beat
Do I Dare?
How can I not?
Who says i haven't?
Do not presume
This means I am Happy
Do not assume this means
I am 'up'.
I am in the depths of anguish
The Ache of Separation
From the Beloved,
Source, Existence, LIFE!
Every morning I awaken
Dread pins me to the bed
The longing for Pillow talk
With the Beloved
NOW.
I want to Fall in Love.
Revealing the splendor
of Unity expressed
Moment by Moment.
Locked in an unending Embrace
Never ending
and totally Free.
I want to Fall in Love
with THIS,
Source, Unity,
Life itself
in all its wonder.

The Old Fabrics Weave.....

Peeling beck, peeling away
the Old beliefs have had their way with this Life.
Just last night revealed a core place of limitation.
An old Life threatening childhood event of fear and terror.
Elements of it still effect my choices
A new voice is rising;
I deserve quality mature love
I deserve to be listened to
I deserve to be engaged with intimacy in all its forms.
I deserve to Give freely and fully without fear
I deserve to Trust
I deserve to know when trust is not wise
I deserve Life.

Here's to 2011!

Christmas Day Vigil

As I sit with my friend, and landmate during this pre-active dying process there is a continual reminder of the paradox of Life and Death. The frequency of the atmosphere is getting finer and finer as he shifts. Most commonly called 'Hallucination', it appears more as a housecleaning, and releasing of the Old that is inhibiting the transition from Earthly body to Vastness of Being.
Just as everyone lives their life in their own uniqueness, so too our dying is done. Without agenda other than to be Comfort in Moment to Moment Presence, there is the underlying beauty of this Vigil atmosphere.
The death of a loved one rips open; gods hand demanding complete residence. Yet, there first is the railing of 'How can there be a God who does this?'. All must pass through these portals to Meet our Truths.
There is the depth of neutrality here, the human condition allows for grief and loss, the Spirit Knows what resides Here always. This Heart is the Heart of all now. There is no individual attachment found in these moments that imply 'loss'.

Blessings to all who travel the path of Being With.