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GOD IS NOT…………….

LIKE THE JOYS OF THIS WORLD

GOD IS NOT…………….

LIKE THE TEMPORARY, EMPTY HAPPINESS WE FIND IN OUR INTERACTIONS

GOD IS NOT…………….

HARSH, CONDEMNING, OR DEMANDING

GOD IS NOT…………….

A LIAR

GOD IS NOT…………….

A LOVE THAT COMES AND GOES

GOD IS NOT…………….

WAITING FOR YOU TO SCREW UP

OR EVEN GET IT RIGHT

GOD IS NOT…………….

LIKE A GROWN UP

GOD IS NOT……………..

LIKE RELIGION OR IT’S LEADERS

GOD IS NOT…………….

OR EVER WILL BE……….

FALLING OUT OF LOVE

WITH HIS CREATION

J

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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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A SIMPLE

THOUGHT

TO UNDERSTAND

KNOWING

GOD……………….

SEE GOD

IN EVERYTHING

KNOW HIM

BETWEEN EVERYTHING

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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LOVE,

GENTLE LOVE 

 

LOVE

IS NOT

PRIDE IN OWNERSHIP

 

LOVE

THE SIGHT

IN THE MIDST

OF AWARENESS

 

LOVE IS NOT

A PRISON

 

LOVE

THE BEAUTY

OF THE ONE

 

LOVE

IS NOT

A LIST OF DEMANDS

 

LOVE

IS GOD

WITH US,

GOD IN US

 

LOVE

IS NOT

MANIPULATION

AND CONTROL

 

LOVE IS

SEEING

SO FAR BEYOND

YOUR BULLSHIT

THAT I SEE

YOU

 

LOVE AGAIN

 

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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I have the answer,

but you won’t like it.

The truth is just that way.

 

Before I tell you,

know this.

Every religion,

EVERY ONE,

was started by someone

who knew someone,

who walked with God.

 

Did you get that?

 

And add this to that.

Every religion,

all of them,

are perfectly contrary

to the heart and soul

of the one they claim to follow.

 

Yes,

even your religion.

 

So,

what is God?????

 

My friend,

take a seat.

 

God is not your personified deity.

God cannot be dragged through our mud.

That essence that we fearfully cry out to,

is so much more than your little box will allow.

But it is ok.

Just take the dive.

Trust.

 

So,

what is God?????

 

God is,

what is!

 

So,

my friends,

I say to you…..

 

God is what is,

Love God.

 

J

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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

 

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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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There really is no reason to worry at all.

Everything, everything is already taken care of.

It’s all in motion.

So rest.

Give up the fight.

It’s ok.

You cannot change a thing.

You’re just going for a ride.

You don’t even have to hold on.

Stop worrying.

Rest.

Go with the flow.

Like a leaf on a river.

I will make you a promise.

The moment you really let go,

everything will work out.

You will see that all your struggle,

was for nothing.

Just sit still.

Do nothing.

Rest.

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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.