Creek trickles under
an old arched bridge
trees rooted feet
have their plenty
on flowing edge..
What is meaning
the synthesis
of these elements
this cool oasis in
afternoon heat..?
A word to satisfy
or simply wordless
hologram:
each in each
each in all
all in each..
each and all
in other...and...

Memories of terror
a report of
childhood hearings
of this classical
composition..
words of despair
yet hope and praise..
music with tension
the foreboding drum
repeating four beats
reminders of fears
separations with tears..

How great will be the terror,
when the Judge comes
who will smash everything completely!

In modern moments
our searches scan
always for light..
the light we seek
under coverings
concealed..
This Solemnity
seems our urging
finding our peace..
claiming a vessel
of rich wholeness
on that surface
with two sides...

**Let eternal light shine upon them, O Lord,
with your saints forever; for you are merciful.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord, and may
perpetual light shine on them
with your saints forever; for you are merciful.

It is so easy it seems
to look in wrong places
for an understanding of this
most illusive word..
Multiplicity and diversity
seem to demand that we comply
with their evident variety..
Enter our laws prescribing
orderly equality with
success most limited..
Moralities are defined
as good here and not there..
Religions find inequalities
in their prisons of belief..
So...we are waiting it seems
for Equality to speak
with a luminous presence
out of which flows
illuminated diversity
bringing Peace at last
to confused searching
in wrong places...

the modern ills we face
all have ancient roots
back to one old Tree
a Tree of this and that..

from the Tree a virus spread
with special virulence now..
anxious ills and worry
fueled by this and that..

few seem to know
a medicine is extant
and really here closeby..
yet mysteriously hidden
alas..in our plain sight..

a preliminary dose
is a simple location..
to find a bit of this in that
and that in this..

a spoonful will send us
on our way..
a transforming surprise
an immunizing gift..

a gift when recognized
clothes armor to confront..
new dark incursions
of the virus we now name
the familiar this and that..

yet now we might be offered
a second dose
stronger than the first
a sudden recognition
there's really More than
this and that..

this special More that
we now swallow..
a More of special beauty
enclosing only gentle hints
of our former
this and that....

it would seem
that the sufferer engaged in suffering
might process her suffering
through one of three gates..
gate 1: the sufferer becomes the suffering
and attempts to wiggle free..finding temporary
relief..or perhaps an unsought intensification..
gate 2: the sufferer enters into the pain..looks for
boundaries..finding none she notices that in which
the pain resides..and comes home..
gate 3:  the sufferer bypasses the suffering to
immediately arrive home..then returning to
the suffering..she saturates it with the infinite
peace of her home...

and we note..suffering stimulates a search
for any gate yielding relief and peace...

our culture seems to rely on gate 1..with ongoing
search for those other gates...

Our resistance
to deformation and flow
this is our thickness
unwilling we are
to let go..
But letting go
is not being lost
the grittiness remains..
rubbing fingers together
feeling fine sand
the thinning of
what was before
thick shadows and
boulders of pain...

Cliff's shear face
sun's shadow recordings
endless pages...

Chips of glass
on pavement reflecting
not cutting now...

Time for haiku
new turbulence makes entry
quick light...

Spring sun warmth
winter chill seems past
fire danger...

Scrub oak branches
surprising elbows and turning
tree contains all...

Same two squirrels
one took the
leap
fragile branch to fragile branch
the smaller
peered across in joyful fear
delay preserves
with disappointment
The chasm
our question of when
more preparation
working in shadow
returning
a gaze across
today?

A day's December sun
creates a distant glow
a reminder of summer days
with prairie stalks reaching
and grasses spreading below
in feminine earthy warmth..
The gift of sunlight
expresses our awareness
being and knowing itself..
This vignette of life
unveiled in memory
now veiled but glimmering
an eternal reminder
this afterglow
on a December day...

deeply
solar plexus
cells
even stones..
imagination
forms and
colors
rising and
falling..
each cycle:
the many
gathers and
transforms
to light..
and light
to
the many..
each and
All breathes...

Prayer
must have a
Feeling Shape..
An artist suggests
our inner shaping..
The dark struggles
of our dimension
in imagination
find a Location..
This lower darkness
We inhale to
Light..
Our own Black Hole
becomes now White..

This White dimension
has no location
time or space..
Just a feeling
of Oneness
an absorbing grace..
But return we must
to our Location
which we find
has changed  face..
One prayer cycle
is now complete
but the cycle
is breathed
again and
again...

the lyrics are
burning with emotion..usually..
with earthy attractions and
experiences..
but with new perspective
our focus widens and deepens
with the ring burning
our illusory smallness
bringing awakening
to that which lies
beneath the ring..
with never ending defocus
and haltingly at first
we fall into that
infinite sea of love..
and we abide as that
which we always are...*



Love is a burnin' thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire
~~Johnny Cash

motorcars and cycles
weaving the fabric
of surround sound..
a dog barks
a honking horn
distant siren
these cut the fabric
offer their names..
is this picture
a dark iteration
of the Field
with creation
interrupting...

fear's great desire
to stand alone
accompanying
stealthily in our tasks
advice sublime
is to enfold our fear
heart absorbing
finding then
strength and joy
new tasks
transformed

It is now in our time
That we find assurance
Of a dimension
Quieting long history's
Externality proclaim..
Modern sciences are question
Question of dimensions
Unseen and unknown
Whispering of One..
Our receptors now tuned
Finding deep *******
Resonance not explained..
Conversations express knowing
Knowing with confidence
Absorbing raw challenge..
What's more to say..!

I am looking at the black cover
of my journal..where
these numbers stand 2014..this measure
of the line from my birth..a lengthening
line we each own..now Billy Squirrel
approaches my seat on a sunny porch
morning..and come to think that Billy
knows no line..his moment's interest is
a just discovered peanut..now standing
and hands handle as I would if becoming
that squirrel..are there matters more
important..on this Saturday morning..
than erasing that line..and becoming
as Billy with attention all gathered
to that peanut delight...

Waiting in our valley
for the peak of Now
to show once again..
Another transcendence
to experience very soon..
Then to discover
the peak and valley
name the same Now
and we need only
breathe...

A cultural choice
to stay on a searching path
tightly anchored in time..
Composing each morning
a day of schedules
no other choice it seems..
Not knowing these habits
are to reject the Now..
A brief contemplation
might reveal a
reality brand new:
experience of Now
floods time and schedules
calms the morning
searches are closed
real work is done...

a question
of our time
it seems..
are we in slumber..?
Is this
a failure of
distinction..
gray boring blends..?
Or..
does our slumber
rest on
stark distinctions
organic explosions
expressed flesh and blood..?
What if..
this frame and wheels
assembled and with
waking motion--
a strong push
this wagon given..
along a path
toward the light...?

This August morning
the titled rumble with birds chirping..
The cat's interest aroused
by a bird's arrival
and eased by departure..
Pink August blossoms
criss-crossed by bees..
Inner sensing
of what appears to be external..
Space of Awareness alive with
movement and color and sound..
perceptions
perceiving
Awareness...

Those perilous times
with union aflame..
save or destruct
these choices invite
a fateful game..
war introduced
and the war came..
what would emerge
from chaos unleashed
was new reflection..
naming the offense
to higher dimension..
war must now
prove its worth
promise to continue
finish that work..
those ancient partners
chaos and order
created together
a nation's re-birth...

speaking of
she who now
glides on
the other side..
her Knowing
perceiving now
this our dimension..
beginnings and ends
great and small
joys and interruptions
those difficult hours..
might we sense
in altered moments
a shaded tunnel
her pulling Light...

This is a condition
of our true Self
along with others
infinite and luminous
and simply Awareness...
Non-locality cannot
be known by the mind
so how do we approach
and experience this
placeless place..
The words immediate
or simultaneous
or quantum leap
may be hints
to help us recognize
a simple pull.

not what
but how
the artist arrives
at the notes
we see..
a whole lifetime
birth entry until
last brushstroke..
struggle and elation
work in progress
until our moment..
path of mystery
the framed photo
the dance twirl
represents...

a linkage
fragmented events and
colors
growing emptiness
differences shout presence
similarities mostly hidden
finding only hints
glimpses
within those differences
glints of light
connecting at last
linkage
a parable

Ordered for us
their portrayal of
selected happenings..
the Real news
on horizon becoming
are silent discoveries
hidden from view
by a few reporters
looking out there
but inward at
the same Time..
their startling
bits of news
waking result of
polarities at play..
Newscasts with
only outward attention
may someday find
viewers retreating..
half truths
hardly digestible...

our marching time
holds sway today
and wraps a gift
given long ago..
especially harsh
life's departures now..
the gift unopened
except for children
and artists few..
we await unwrapping
startled to find
separations and strangeness
sudden dancing
in a time
renewed...

It is now Christmas Eve
a time of color and story..
We attend services and anticipate
remembering a story of one
said to reconcile and bring peace..
Our minds when immersed
in these colorful trappings
may sense separation..and rebel..
Rebellion is temporary and
soon bathed in good cheer
another Christmas..another year..
Perhaps some will find
their dissonance ending
with a sudden note of White..
All of those lights
are a lurking background
awaiting our invitation..
But invitation seems unneeded
as background comes forward
flooding our manger
with new Recognition...

Simple as this..?
As flatlanders experienced
the nonsensical unbelievable
and heretical third dimension..
Are we now evolved
after those eons to be surprised
that the Fourth has been here
all along awaiting each person's
unique discovery...?

Two or three
gathered
or more..
tribes and nations
families
June lilac petals
the universe..
Each is searching
for illusive identity..
Then into our
organs and cells
the joining somehow
of local and large..

Quietly listening now
to holo-gram whispers
from each and all..
all contains each
and each all..
Whispers ask us
to find ourselves
on roadways with
two destinations
always arriving
and departing from
ports of call:
Each and All...

Visiting orange cat
belongs to Shirley
across the street
now without John
her porchlight
a reminder
of another aspect
of life
a glow within
each of us
residue from flowing
bloodstreams of
light.

the cat
quite elegant with
tuxedo no tail
home alone..!
Dan went traveling
across the divide..
I served as
  treat bearer with
anticipated arrival..
After dining on
flesh of the tuna
Deo in lengthy
hair care coiffure..
Interrupted only by
neighborhood noises
of night..
Imagining those
memories of fright
in this feline's
youthful stray life..
Eyes fearsome wide
Ears shifting alert..
But no harm
returning to now..
Tongue's last stroke
bath and bed
Monday is over...

Martha advised to become as Mary
What was Mary
advised..?