Shuffled

I am no one

I am no where

every truth I have ever known

has shredded me in the learning of it-

* * *

we all surrender

sooner or later

* * *

Wasteland

What is this really all about?

Is it about anything at all?

What I feel now is mostly sorrow;

sorrow for an inauthentic world that has lost its Center

and is spinning completely out of control.

~

~how am I to function in a world that makes so little sense to me~

~

Overcome by loneliness and a sense of disconnection,

I took a walk in the woods.

I stopped. I listened. I felt.

I came to realize that this is my body.

The earth beneath me, the trees beside me

the distant hills and sky above me;

MY REAL BODY!

I am the eyes and ears and voice of this body,

and the wind that sings in the trees is my breath.

I also came to realize the only thing I feel disconnected from

is this "Stupid-Human-Trick" we call the Modern World-

~

~this natural world-

this I'll own, this I'll embrace,

this is my body;

embracing the "other" is like wearing a sickness~

~~

~looking back, I suddenly realize

I am the missing piece I have spent my life in search of~

~

~each of us is the world's "best kept secret"~

~

never stop asking yourself

"WHAT IS REALLY IMPORTANT"

* * *

"Progress"

The world is becoming progressively artificial

as its Soul is systematically squeezed from it.

I have always felt like somewhat of a misfit,

but never more so than I do now.

~

all around me reality

skips like a worn record

* * *

~How many of you still believe this "play" is really happening?~

~~

~As humans, we are ill-equipped to experience Enlightenment.

In order to wake up

we essentially need to "break all our toys"~

~~~

The Dream is unravelling . . .

Time now to turn inward,

toward the one thing

that isn't coming apart all around you.

~

Energy and Intention,

that's all there is-

~learn to balance on nothing,

to be quiet,

to remain in the Center

where nothing spins

to be still as stone in the howling winds ~

~

~shadowsandlightinmotion~

~

Our cat looked on indifferently as I respectfully buried the dead bird.

Sometimes the "perfection" of the natural world

really pisses me off!

~

None of this really matters;

the right and the wrong of it doesn't matter.

I know this to be true from

EXPERIENCE!

No one ever said the acquisition of such knowledge would be easy-

~shadowsandlightinmotion~

~

~It's not in your mind,

do not look for the truth in your mind.

It is somewhere else,

it is all around~

* * *

Art is a verb;

a releasing of the impulse that inspired its creation.

~

Art is NOT a commodity.

Like death, its purpose is to remind us of what is important.

* * *

"Machine Parts"

When making art becomes more important

than making war or making money,

I'll know the world has finally returned to its senses.

We are surrounded by machines

because, in many ways, we have become machines ourselves.

If we were the natural beings we presume ourselves to be,

we would be living in a garden world.

* * *

There is no down from here.

We are all bottom-feeders in an ocean of what is;

and there's nowhere to go but up-

~

~ one could even go so far as to say

we are little more than "dreaming mulch" ~

* * *

Who among you is not embedded in a belief system?

In times of crisis, your belief system will be unavailable to you.

All you will have to see you through is what is in your heart.

* * *

If you sincerely wish to change your world,

begin by saying "YES" to EVERYTHING in it-

For it is by saying "NO" that we gradually shut ourselves off,

and eventually have no effect upon it!

* * *

~When your mind sees only futility and impending doom,

ask your heart what it sees.

Your mind cannot be trusted,

only your heart knows the way home~

Listen:

to the space between the raindrops,

everything you need to know is hidden there~

~ listen to the music of the natural world,

so many notes, so many chords, so many rhythms ~

~

~the wind is a river flowing

through all the trees in your neighborhood~

~

~so few of us ever fully appreciate

what an extraordinary Gift it is just to be here~

~

~take time out each day,

and try to imagine living in a world

without the ones you love the most;

then let them know each day how you REALLY feel about them~

* * *

give a crow a stiff, cold, wet headwind . . .

and he will play with it-

* * *

that sound . . .

is it something the wind is doing to the trees?

Or are the trees doing it to the wind?

. . . or is it something else

* * *

~the drone of machines

suddenly stops and there is a breath . . .

a held breath

and in that moment I realize who I really am,

and that the rest is madness~

* * *

~stand alone among the trees beneath a light rain

and allow your surroundings to gently dismantle you~

~

All separation is an illusion.

Nothing exists independently of anything else.

Observer, observed and the "act of observing"-

a seamless and undifferentiated coexistence

whose spell is broken

the moment we impose our judgement upon it.

~

~I feel the HeartWave from the center of the galaxy coursing

through the tangled fragility of your limbs and into me.

As it spills out into the innocence

of my lime-green surroundings,

I realize that there isn't anything that isn't me~

* * *

~stillness is the bridge between worlds~

and like a thief I steal

moments of stillness

when no one is looking

~~

~ Standing beside the apple tree,

I heard Her speak to me in a loving voice.

"You are Me", She said, "and you are THIS!"

This is your true identity as well as the source of all your power."

~

I feel Your form and Your spirit coexisting in this moment.

And I realize the Spirit Realm is accessed

through the natural world, and not in avoidance of it ~

* * *

build yourself a fire

and then just sit with it . . .

. . . perhaps in time it will speak to you-

* * *

~stillness overcomes you when you least expect it~

~

~the essence of Stillness is anything but still.

Far from its apparent tranquility,

it is a lushly animated field

of subtle waves and vibrations.

Stillness is a Feast

at whose table we choose to starve~

* * *

in each swollen drop of moisture an entire universe

can be seen clinging

to the underside of every rain-laden stem-

and as each lets go,

an entire world goes along with it . . .

* * *

trees don't lie-

~

there is no Time in this moment.

The trees are alive with birds

and that is enough-

~

~trees are my connection with the earth

the stars

the center of the galaxy

the Mother

the One~

* * *

Sit quietly and let go of all the rules.

Are your fingers aware of the space between them,

or is it the space that is aware of your fingers?

* * *

~ EVERYTHING IS DIVINE

(reptilian-alien hybrids notwithstanding)

EVERYTHING

is the "finger pointing the Way" ~

* * *

like siddhartha's river the wind

rushes through rippling leaves on its way

to and from nowhere and everywhere

* * *

Listen

until you are able to hear the sound of moonlight

pouring onto the earth.

At this point you will know

you have become a good listener.

* * *

the fog reminds us that the space between things

is not really empty-

~

~the wind in the trees sounds like prayers,

and the rain descends upon the leaves

like a spell cast by a faery princess~

* * *

Strive therefore to connect with the Plant Kingdom

NOW, while you are still alive!

Do not postpone it until the day arrives

when your precious body liquifies

and becomes a "smoothie" for a thirsty cottonwood.

* * *

~beyond all notions of gods and goddesses,

there is a Voice that speaks lovingly to me

in the wind and the rain~

* * *

~red tailed hawks, mates no doubt

spiral 'round a crescent moon

against a bright blue sunlit sky~

* * *

Heaven is:

standing in a faery-ring

making wishes on the lightening strikes

amid the squawking of crows

and pattering of rain upon my umbrella . . .

~

~practice joyful participation in the Mystery~

True wealth cannot be found

in your accomplishments or your possessions,

for it lies in the quality of the relationships

you have engendered with other living things.

*   *   *

You share this dream you are having

with a multitude of gods and goddesses

whose only concern is that of helping you to wake up.

Many of these divine beings are often referred to as "other people".

*   *   *

If you can think of just one thing in your world

that you would consider to be miraculous,

then rest assured that by its very existence,

everything else in your world is equally miraculous!

Because the Truth is, there is no such thing as Things.

There is no such thing as Separation.

It's all one continuous miraculous event-

*   *   *

All Reality is Imaginary.

In order to create the kind of world you wish to live in,

you must first surrender to your life just as it is.

Then imagine whatever you desire without attachment or expectation.

Believe in your heart that you deserve it,

and feel as if it has already happened-

*   *   *

The world of form, though illusory,

can be seen as a kind of Stairway to Heaven.

For it is the means by which we are able to have 

a direct experience with the Transcendent.

The events of your daily life are relatively unimportant.

What is important is whether or not you use them

to experience your own divinity and the divinity of those around you.

Einstein considered the physical world

to be merely the tail of an invisible Lion.

Get to know that Lion.

*   *   *

God must be a Verb

for whenever I look inward for signs of God

all I ever find is emptiness.

I believe this is because the One for whom I am looking is

 the Looking~

*   *   *

there is no where,

there is no here or there-

All exists as One

in different vibrations-

in order to change your location,

simply change your vibration!

She spoke to me

She spoke to me, this unmarked stranger,

from somewhere beneath the vase of 

freshly cut flowers.

I stood there listening in the fading light,

sinking into her newly laid sod

with the burden I carried with me.

“If council from the dead is what you seek,

all I can tell you is this:

You must love your life.

You must do everything you want to do in it.

For once you are gone, 

You Will Miss It!

You will wish you had just one more day 

to do all of the things you spent your entire life

saying NO to.”

*    *    *

Why are we so obsessed with the pursuit of pleasure

when it is our pain that draws us closest to our Truth;

closest to our fragility and our mortality.

Can it be that our deepest reality 

is the very last thing we wish to know about ourselves?

Some things we can do

Our toxic way of life is finally dying,

and I suspect a few of us will be given the opportunity to begin again.

What do you say we do it right this time!

*   *   *

We need to stop what we are doing.
We need to learn to get by with a lot less.
We need to reacquaint ourselves
with the rhythms and cycles of the natural world.
We need to begin to experience one another
and the world around us as manifestations of Spirit.
If we do not learn to do this,
and if we do not teach our children to do this,
we will be turned under in the mulching.
It’s really that simple

*   *   *   

Question EVERYTHING!

Most of what you have been led to believe is the TRUTH,

is in all likelihood, a LIE -

your Government can't save you,

your Religion can't save you,

your Money can't save you,

only You can save you,

only you can wake up!

What are you waiting for?

*   *   *

~The easiest thing you will ever do

is become the person you were "brought up" to be.

The most difficult thing you will ever do

is become the person you really are~