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LOVE LIKE FROSTING   Leave a comment

LOVE

ON A WARM DAY

MELTING

RUNNING DOWN

FILLING IN ALL THE CRACKS

JUST SEE HOW THEY CRACK WITHOUT LOVE

ANYWAYS

MELTING DOWN

NOW I FEEL JUST A LITTLE BETTER

LOVE IS SO THAT WAY

LOVE

LIKE FROSTING

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
 

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

GOD SPEAKS   Leave a comment

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.

 

Stillness, Silence, Here and Now   Leave a comment

 

Sit in silence.
You can sit anywhere you like.
You don’t have to sit with me.
The silence near me
isn’t any better
than the silence over there
or anywhere else
for that matter.
Sit where you want.
 
 
 
Are you paying attention
to the wind?
Watch it
in relationship
to your own level of depth.
It is like a moving secret
that carries with it
an intimacy with the infinite.
Love brings with it this sweet
caress.
 
 
The toy
is sitting still
in the corner of the room.
It is not demanding attention
yet the child
is compelled to look at it.
The toy
does not expect a decision
but the child considers.
Shall we play?
 
 
 
 
At the parade,
for only a moment,
the veil
slipped off the face
of the young princess.
As others scurried away,
a lonely beggar gazed in awe.
Then he approached the guard
offering his head.
 
 
 
No matter how thick
the wall is,
if we consider diligently
we can usually find a door
or a gate.
It is always there.
Or perhaps
you could go another way.
 
 
 
 
The end of a war
rarely means peace.
The brutal manipulation
just seems to be finished
and someone
gets their way.
 

 

You are, You are not   Leave a comment

Give up,
you are more
than the simplicity
that you have entangled
yourself in.
If I kiss you,
will you open
your eyes?
I only want you
to see.
How happy
you will be
to know
that all this,
all of it,
is only
an illusion.
You are
so much
more than that.

ENTER THE WIND   Leave a comment

Sohbet,
 the act of  empty listening.
Only just leaning or reaching.
Paying perfect attention in
such a gentle manner.
Yielded, vulnerability.
Non-existent
as only dust
or molecules
blowing away
in the wind.
                 J