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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

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I’m lost,

Or so I think.

But I’m not looking to get saved.

At least not the way you mean.

There would have to be substance,

And you don’t seem to offer that.

Lost in this world.

I’m tired of words,

And not just yours.

Jesus,

My dear Jesus,

I need help.

Sometimes I can’t see beyond the walls of the Church.

Like prison walls,

I’m told what to think,

And what not to think.

Church, prison,

Prison, Church.

I’m looking for that truth,

That makes me free.

It isn’t in the building.

I spent twenty years looking.

It isn’t allowed in.

It’s somewhere outside the walls,

With Jesus.

And now I’m out here.

Tired of words.

Tired of all the noise.

Just so desperately seeking truth.

Not your version…..

The real truth.

The one I find

only in

silence……….

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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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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LESS NOISE

LESS CONFUSION

LESS FOOD

LESS STUFF

LESS PAIN

LESS CONFINEMENT

LESS LIES

LESS FEAR

LESS SICKNESS

LESS IGNORANCE

LESS BULLSHIT

LESS LAWS

LESS WALLS

LESS RULERS

LESS WAR

LESS HUNGRY PEOPLE

LESS SUFFERING

LESS ANGER

LESS INDIFFERENCE

LESS DEATH

LESS GRAVITY

LESS MISUNDERSTANDING

LESS FIGHTING

LESS STUBBORNNESS

LESS TIRED

LESS POISON IN OUR FOOD

LESS GOVERNMENT

LESS POLICE

LESS CRIME

LESS OF ME

YES, LESS OF ME

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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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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All fear and limitations of any kind are only

perceptions. Every boundary is a matter of your

thoughts leading you around still. Stop. Let your mind

go where it will, but let it go there without you.

Thoughts are clouds in the sky. Quit following

them around. Stillness, stillness, stillness.

                                                                         J