the words will come is
the biblical promise..
a promise which beliefs
lodged in appearances
often block..
there is trust that must
come from experience:
lingering as already Now..
what of words..?
Now..which we are
stands ready to Express...

And powered resistance..
The clash of separation
Which we view as
We always have viewed
Thru our fallen lenses..
Ongoing dark turmoil to
Bring at last..humility
And clarity to our
Convincing and clinging
...Fallen lenses...

A Reddish Day
Of one tradition.. which
Reported a story of One
Placeless place:
Tongues of fire burning
Separation beliefs away..
Languages and nations
Expressing in limited ways..
Many recognizing the Spirit
Of each of us..allowing
Each to vision and dream
As did one named Joel
Of a tradition long ago...

Polarities
Determine our identity
In each simple moment..
I am a polarity..is where we start..
The inners and outers
Of our self and world..
Polarities abound..and any set
Of opposites convinces as
Our personal view..until
We discover these are merely
Actors appearing on our
Stage of Light...

Is
The Recognition of
Our true Identity..
An Identity
Which does not
Depend on anything
External to that
Which precedes and
Penetrates all that we
Know and do...