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Sometimes

God’s love

is like the fire

that refines

the gold.

Not always,

A pretty picture

Love

J

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Like a secret,

or a smile,

this, being awake.

Like walking through a different hallway.

It is full of people, but they see something else.

Somewhere else,

At another time.

I am here,

but not for your mind

or thoughts.

If you stop,

I mean really stop,

so that you get a kind of whiplash,

as the past and the future whirl away,

you just might get a glimpse of me,

actually standing in the same hallway,

smiling,

and kissing God.

J

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The truth is better. Like water seeking level, it seems to go where it will. But get ready, you might consider damage control. The truth is just like that. People get hurt. Too many expectations. It is either that, or live up to your neck in lies. Maybe NOBODY wants me as I really am. That will be ok too. The truth. What a liberator.   … Read More

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JUST

ANOTHER

SIMPLE STEP

TO KNOWING GOD………

GOD

IS

WHAT IS.

LOVE GOD!

J

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A SIMPLE

THOUGHT

TO UNDERSTAND

KNOWING

GOD……………….

SEE GOD

IN EVERYTHING

KNOW HIM

BETWEEN EVERYTHING

J

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WORLDLY MIND,

THIS MIND OF THOUGHT,

BASED ON JUST WHAT?????

YOU SEE,

YOU AND ME

WE BOUGHT A THOUGHT

BEING SOLD BY THE BRASH AND BOLD

OUR SOULS TO HOLD

THOUGHTS,

SO VERY COLD…….

ANOTHER MIND,

SO DEEP I FIND

ON THAT SOFT VELVET SHELF

OF SILENCE.

FORGET GUNS

AND GOVERNMENTS

AND YOUR SWEET VERSION OF JUSTICE…..

IT’S OK

LET IT ALL FLOAT AWAY

FIND THE TRUTH

OF THE ETERNAL SILENT MIND

AND STAY

QUIETER

QUIETER

SO VERY STILL

BE

SO VERY STILL

TRUTH AND POWER,

HIDDEN IN SO GENTLE

A SETTING.

J

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JUST LIKE BAD MAGNETS,

THIS WORLD OF THINKING AND REASON

AND

THE ETERNAL SILENCE WITHIN.

NO RESOLVE

ONE IS REAL

JUST ONE IS TRUTH

SILENCE

JUST HANGING OVER EVERYTHING

WITH A SECRET SMILE

J

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A rose

always shares

beauty

with all.

 

Then the blossom

withers,

fades,

and loses its color.

 

But it is

the same

flower.

 

An old

bent over woman

with a strange

scent.

Where has the desire

to kiss her gone?

 

Fifty years ago

her beauty

was world-renowned.

 

Too pretty

for common eyes.

The best girls

for the

best guys.

So pretty

she was.

 

Now just look.

No,

really look.

Look in her eyes.

It is her,

still her.

Still so very

beautiful.

 

The rose,

is still

the rose.

 

See the little boy

playing.

His innocence

is perfect.

He smiles

He laughs

He plays

 

He is vulnerable

and he doesn’t

even know it.

 

He is beautiful

and free.

 

A joy,

a true joy

to only

observe him.

But…..

that was sixty

years ago.

 

Now he sits

in a smokey

card room.

 

He weighs

three hundred pounds.

He takes the money

of those less savvy

than himself.

 

Horrible,

unpleasant,

a pig.

 

But look in his eyes

No,

really look………..

 

J

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Somehow,

because I like women maybe,

God set me between two women.

Just like two wives.

 

For two years,

it was only in my heart,

to love them both.

 

To love all before me,

as God does,

loving all before Him.

 

So,

I represent God,

and these two women,

represent men of the world.

Men who want to play

as though they know love,

or know God.

 

Do you know why

men must SEEK truth?

 

Because man cannot

recieve truth.

It is too much!

 

It is not possible for him to accept

that God is that big.

That love is that big.

 

How can God love me,

and everyone else?

The priest and the postitute

both recieving equal love

from God.

How can that be?

 

Man without light,

is selfish.

Just like my two women.

 

One man cries,

God is mine.

He is only like this.

No one knows Him but me.

 

Another man says,

 No!

But God is this way.

He is mine.

No one knows Him but me.

 

So,

God and truth,

are much better off,

alone.

 

Why?

 

When men fight to confine,

and own God,

they create support systems

of right and wrong.

These systems are called

religion.

 

Not true religion,

selfless,

but very demanding religion,

controlling,

selfish.

 

God must be controlled.

He must be contained.

Else He will not resemble

what I claim Him to be.

And only I am right.

 

So,

men must strangle God,

like two women

after only one man

They must conform him

to what their

support system

of right and wrong

believes.

 

So God cannot speak truth openly.

They would be offended.

He must wait over there,

somewhere,

alone,

with truth

to see whether

man really wants

to lay down his life,

for truth.

 

Like the two women.

Both say,

that they have laid down their lives.

But they have not.

 

These men,

or women,

only make sacrifices

of selfishness.

 

“I have left all.

I have sacrificed all.

I served you.

I never lived.”

And more,

and more.

They say,

they say.

 

So,

now,

and I mean right now,

be ONLY mine.

Be what I demand.

 

I cannot.

God cannot.

 

These demands

are like walls

without doors.

Nothing gets in.

Nothing gets out.

 

No room for truth here.

 

So God is only allowed

to whisper a little truth

from over there

 somewhere,

alone.

 

To find God,

to know Him,

there must be risk,

full risk.

All the way to your very life.

Your last breath.

 

So,

although all claim to know love,

or to participate in love,

it is not true.

 

Love,

real love,

is at any cost.

 

Love,

is so selfless,

It is higher

than right and wrong/religion.

 

There are no handrails

with love.

No safety net.

 

Selfishness

cannot be protected

with love.

 

Love

is empty,

free.

 

There are no demands.

 

So,

the religious mind

is as the mind of a woman

for a man.

 

So God

and truth

must step aside,

hiding.

 

There is only one bridge

that crosses over

 to God.

It is the bridge

of trust.

 

All control is set down.

All demands

are laid aside.

You must humble yourself

before your support system,

and say you were wrong.

 

Then,

step out alone,

alone.

J

 

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FREEDOM

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

IS IT WORTH KILLING FOR,

AS WE ARE TOLD?

FREEDOM IS ONLY REST.

FREEDOM IS ONLY A BREAK

BETWEEN OBLIGATIONS.

IT IS A LACK OF EXPECTATIONS.

OR MAYBE,

FREEDOM IS THAT HAMMOCK

THAT I MISS SO MUCH.

JUST WATCHING THOSE CLOUDS ROLL BY.

FREEDOM

I WISH IT FOR YOU.

PEACE

J

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LOST!!!!!

IT MEANS SEPARATION.

BEEN THERE?

HELL,

I AM THERE.

WILL YOU LOOK BACK,

AND SHINE A LIGHT DOWN

THIS VERY DARK TUNNEL???????

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LOVE

THE GREAT MYSTERY

LEARNED FROM A 30 MINUTE TV SHOW

THAT SHIT JUST AINT REAL

I DO LOVE

REAL LOVE

AND I THINK IT’S YOU

PASSIONATE KISSES

THEY REALLY HELP

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The truth is better.

Like water seeking level,

it seems to go where it will.

But get ready,

you might consider damage control.

The truth is just like that.

People get hurt.

Too many expectations.

It is either that,

or live up to your neck in lies.

Maybe NOBODY wants me as I really am.

That will be ok too.

The truth.

What a liberator.

 

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Wow!

Where is peace?

What is the color of beauty?

How close do angels really fly to me?

The more I know about God,

the less there is to lean on.

So I am sitting in Starbucks,

with a bullet.

How deep is alone?

Can I just keep driving

on this road

called forever?

Please……..

can I just become a vapor??????

A cloud?

A horse on a hill,

happy to just be alone?????

This long road to empty

is really a bitch.

I am promised pain,

but you never really expect it.

It hits you from the side

when you’re looking straight ahead.

Empty road.

Empty life
Empty head. (I only wish)

Big balls.

Only rolling down this stupid hill,

called MY life.

BIG balls.

Where oh where,

is this most noble Sophia?

Not in the steeple houses.

Not in silly hymns.

She has a box or bag

or a cloud

or bright mist

full of that peace,

that rest,

that I missed.

It’s what I seek.

Rest,

that final peace.

Just now closing my eyes,

At Starbucks,

and a bullet.

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Somewhere,

within silence

and all the noise that clutters your mind,

I AM speaking.

Whether you are sitting

in the silence of perfection

at the top of the Himalayas,

or on a kitchen floor

overwhelmed in tears,

surrounded by the noise

and confusion

of  just plain old life,

I am speaking to you.

Don’t think that my words

are only for the religious,

or too deep to understand.

My words are not

to be hidden in a book or a building.

They are as the wind,

simply moving about

directed to all life,

all living.

YOU can understand them.

They are translated

in perfect honor and respect

of who YOU are in this very moment.

Words perfectly tailored

to communicate with your soul

in this very moment.

There is no need

for a priest

or a great teacher.

You need only take a moment

and listen.

Just get very quiet,

 and listen.

I will do the rest.

I know you.

I know you better

than you could ever know yourself

at this stage of your existence.

So take just a moment.

This moment.

And listen.

Hear my words

spoken only for you.

Just listen.

I am speaking.

I love you.