The hour is striking so close above me,
so clear and sharp,
that all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now: there’s a power in me
to grasp and give shape to my world.

I know that nothing has ever been real
without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
And they come toward me, to meet and be met.

~~Rainer Maria Rilke

Start..being the Sun

Being the Light within..as

Illumination alone..

We know..As the Sun knows

Before gazing outward..

Now..A new Recognition:

Our Light projects within

What appears as out there..

We have arrived..our

Light being everything...

Energies

Boundless and contracting..

Apparently most of us

Live the contracting

Fearing the Boundless:

The energy we Are..

The contracted matrix

Brings pleasures..coupled

With a nagging pull..

The pull is the Boundless

Call from Home...

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.

Judge not

That you not be judged..

That is how it reads..

How does it work..?

In seeming separation

Opportunities for judging

Abound..war and dysfunction

Also abound..However..in

Oneness..without an other..

Judging not..IS

Simultaneously

Not being judged..

This invitation to

Awaken...

The arts do it..

Knowing two as One

Is a saving Joy..

Add a third and more and

Form seems to approach

Formless..suggesting

One..

The arts point and invite

A journey's End...