Archive for the ‘Spiritual’ Category

LESS AGAIN- I must decrease   Leave a comment

Interaction

rarely goes beyond noise.

When you look at me,

you only see a reflection of you,

at least at first,

till you realize you can’t see me at all.

Stillness doesn’t belong.

Silence will only mean surrender.

Truth,

only means vulnerability

when you see it from here.

I am decreasing,

becoming less,

till you can’t see me at all.

And,

it is quite ok.

I don’t need to be seen.

I don’t need to be heard.

 I don’t need at all.

Love,

is ok,

just sitting,

and waiting

quietly.

J

HOW DO YOU KNOW GOD’S WILL??????   Leave a comment

I find it strange

how so many people

are ready to clue me in,

on the “will” of God.

 

Now, if everyone knows the “will” of God,

as they claim to,

then why do opinions vary so much??????

 

I’ve never seen anything

so silly.

 

Somehow people think that God,

the Creator of the universe,

must bend or conform to their perceptions,

to their rules.

 

Again,

how silly.

 

Want to know the will of God??????

 

Relax,

just sit back and watch.

 

It is unfolding right before your eyes.

 

In each life,

the pendulum swings both ways,

till the perfect center is found.

 

He knows what each of us need,

to take off the rough edges

and things contrary.

 

He will see that each one,

finds our way home.

 

He loves us that much.

 

Be careful around those who claim to know His will……………

 

 

J

MY GOD   Leave a comment

I DID NOT MISS YOU TODAY.

UP AT 4 AM AGAIN.

LISTENING INTENTLY FOR THAT BEAUTIFUL VOICE.

NO LONGER LOST,

WITHIN THOSE HARSH JUDGING WALLS,

OF RELIGION.

IT IS BACK BEHIND ME,

LIKE A DISTANT CLANGING NOISE.

NOW,

I AM FREE.

FREE TO KNOW YOU.

TO REALLY KNOW YOU.

YOUR WAY.

NO RULES,

NO LAWS,

NO HARSH JUDGEMENTS

FROM THOSE THAT

PRETEND TO KNOW YOU.

BUILDING  SITTERS!

THANK YOU

FOR LETTING ME JUMP OUT OF THAT WINDOW.

I LOVE YOU,

 MY GOD,

 I LOVE YOU

J

THE CHILDREN OF GOD   Leave a comment

Where

are the children of God?

 

Who

are they?

 

I love you.

Each of you.

 

Each,

so beautiful

and perfect

in my eyes.

 

My love

is beyond

your understanding.

 

My grace,

my beautiful grace,

is greater than your perception of guilt

will let you accept.

 

My forgiveness,

is only a mask,

over my love,

to help you understand.

 

You know not,

what you do.

 

You know not,

who you are.

 

And you do not, yet,

know me.

Not as you should,

or will.

 

I love you so very much,

my beautiful,

beautiful babies.

 

J

TO KNOW GOD (2)   Leave a comment

JUST

ANOTHER

SIMPLE STEP

TO KNOWING GOD………

GOD

IS

WHAT IS.

LOVE GOD!

J

WORLDLY????? MIND   Leave a comment

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

BAD MAGNETS   Leave a comment

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

PRECIOUS LITTLE SOUL   Leave a comment

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

ANSWERS   Leave a comment

Do you know which questions to ask?

Knowing which questions to ask,

is the key to all the answers,

to all the questions.

So,

ask these questions……..

Who am I?

Or,

What am I?

They are the same question.

Next,

What do I want?

Not,

what does my worldly image want,

but the I within.

The last question in this list,

is to ask in the midst of every interaction,

What do you want?

Just get each person to the point.

What do you want??????

 

Answers to all your questions exist.

They can be found in one place.

All answers,

to all your questions.

One place.

Only,

live in the midst of these few questions.

Just narrow down your complex image

of yourself,

to these few questions.

Just take them within.

And if someone comes along to interupt your introspection,

just ask,

What do you want?????

All of life is just this simple.

So my love…….

Who are you?

What do you want?????

J

 

TWO WIVES   Leave a comment

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
 

FREEDOM??????   Leave a comment

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

LOST   Leave a comment

LOST!!!!!

IT MEANS SEPARATION.

BEEN THERE?

HELL,

I AM THERE.

WILL YOU LOOK BACK,

AND SHINE A LIGHT DOWN

THIS VERY DARK TUNNEL???????

LOVE   Leave a comment

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

THE TRUTH   1 comment

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.

 

STARBUCKS AND A BULLET   Leave a comment

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.