The real beauty
Of our walks and gatherings
Is so often hidden
From eyes veiled by difference..
Until seemingly from nowhere
Differences dance as the
Whole..and
Our Eye is refreshed...

These are the names of Grace
Found in nature by many..
Never-ending change in the midst of
And made of the Permanence...

Happy New Year..!

Getting someplace..
Here seems distant from there..
There appeals so we prepare
To go there..
Perhaps there is not geography
But a wish for something more
Again we prepare a journey to
Where our light may be brighter..

Consider:
Here and there are not distant
If we dwell only in Now..
Here and there then show up
As passerbys..dressed in garb
Of here and there..inside
A stable and joyful Now...

Consciousness
Assumes all forms
Which take shapes of
Consciousness..
This is happening
Only and All...

These are people
From the past
Appearing to gaze
Into our present..
We know some
Dates and places but
Not much else..
We must  be satisfied
With their gaze now
A unity of eyes
As their gift of plenty...

Our Life energy
Apparently comes from
Knowing our real Self..
Knowing also our self
Which dreams in story
But thrives only as Self..
We choose our lens:
Self or self..and our
Perceptions unfold
In Freedom or slavery...

Impersonally
We are aware
Of happenings..
Of happenings rising
And departing..
We as characters
Sometimes are part
Of happenings
Sometimes not..
Yet our character
Wishes always to
Be center stage
Keeping the dream...