When we recognize
Time as illusion
As mind created
Same goes for space..

Then we rely
On direct reporting
From our senses
Just the is-ness
Of it all..

Is-ness is 1st
Then the mind
Climbs aboard
Naming and claiming
And is-ness fades
Into the background
Once more and
Once more...

Grace
is the substance of
All that is
In our tendency
To see separation in
All that is
Grace appears as
Suffering
Coaxing  a new
Seeing...

Beliefs
Stand shattered
By those searching
To quench desires on  
Unfulfilling old paths..

There is a path..however
Older than old and
New as the present moment
Which stands ready
For our recognition..

Recognized it appears
As no path at all
This is the Recognition of
Sages and searchers
Startled to find they were
Already that for which
We all search...

It is an old truth
That there is
From a universal
Slant on things
An acceptance of all
Whether good or not..

Many have difficulty
With such acceptance
Wishing for interference
When acceptance seems
Not to their liking..

We need only
Recognize Ourselves
To discover that we
Are made of Acceptance
Yet appearances of the
Not so good
Require our attention
Always proceeding from
Our  Recognition...

The cup label said
Let us add a bit of  Joy
To your day..

This is a message
From our culture
Informing us of the
Experience of Joy
To wit..Joy is available
Here and now within
This very cup..

Presumably then as this
Cup is consumed
Joy ends and we are
Sent on our way
Until another cup offers
A bit more..

Perhaps the Sacrament
Suggests we need look
For a cup in which Joy
Is much less fleeting...

When we observe
The human experience
As a roller coaster
Times in the loft
Times in the shade..

A question shouts
How to remain
In the loft..?
Until a whisper
Time creates a
Masquerade which
You have attended..

The shade has always
Disguised the loft...