Anyway, all this is the Maya - the Lovely Deva. She’s having her play day. Urging us along. Sparing only lives as all our silly stuff gets tossed. It’s not about punishing, it’s all about waking up. Just like when your woman plays the ***** to shake things up. We’re really gonna figure it out eventually. Kind of the whole point of evolving. I’ve always been an early adapter. Follow The Mother’s lead. This one is the most organic you’ll find in all the universe. She’s the interior decorator and the architect. The whole thing is her big show of course. Of course.

She gives us tiny glimpses
of her greater glory to come,
but, only through her shadows.
She also takes care
in silence and solitude.
This is part of her routine.
This is how she lights our way
only by example

all has been cleared away
that is not true
we are naked pure
gleaming present light
we are barely peeking out
around the dark wall of shadows
you keep and love
yet look
you’re already squinting
how will you look to see us
in shadowless space

The night reveals
all that daylight can’t diminish.
We are walking onward
to a truth without prediction.
Sacred and hallowed and
naturally untouched ground are we,
the chosen ones, to tread.
We do so not alone. Yet,
we are here
with the souls of ancients
and the infinity of Grace.
We see time as One.
We see us as One.

We come from a place where everything is sacred,
to a place where nothing is sacred,
to a place where everything is profane.

Yet, we don’t stop here.
This is not the end. It’s only the end
from the human mind perspective.

We transcend even the stark reality of the
profanity that we see ourselves to be
to see it is a reflection of Divine Love:
The Love Supreme, The Living Dream.

We call Her many names.
She is The One which casts the spell of sleep;
and The One which awakens the sleeping giant.
We come to surrender, at last, to Her.

all the things
must come and go
if you think you will get something you will
there is no condemnation
the mind didn’t think up
out of programming
step 1 – step 2
we’re all marching our own ways
in the same direction
I saw the vision
I saw the worlds
I saw the mirror in the mirror
reflected infinite times
I saw one
and sensed so many
I came back one last time
to witness the final ending

she hides her details
behind a thin haze
of orange clouds
keeping things private
stuff no one need know
still shining brightness
enough
always enough
tired and enfolding
looking for nothing
resting in the glow
of pure presence