Anything is possible where allowing dirt to be 

born alive is natural. 

Allowing what appears to be stuck to dance is

mercy. 

Allowing what seems unredeemable to join in 

is forgiveness. 

Allowing what seems to matter to wave is 

love. 

Allowing what seems defeated to prevail is

glory. 

Allowing what seems to be frozen to melt is

a miracle. 

Allowing what appears to be starving to eat

is generosity.

Allowing what has died to be reborn is 

grace.

Spanish Translation:

Cualquier cosa es posible cuando la suciedad permitiendo que sea

nacido vivo es natural.

Permitiendo que lo que parece ser pegado a bailar es

misericordia.

Permitiendo que lo que parece irredimible a participar en

es el perdón .

Permitiendo que lo que parece importar a la onda es

amor.

Permitiendo que lo que parece derrotado a prevalecer es

gloria.

Permitiendo que lo que parece estar inactiva para fundir es

un milagro.

Permitiendo que lo que parece estar muerto de hambre para comer

es generosidad.

Permitiendo que lo que ha muerto al nacer es 


gracia.

The Title Of This Piece is For You A Secret

Jeanette Winterson writes about the ego as “that hollow, screaming cadaver that has no spirit within it”. Sexing the Cherry, at 105. That is the best I've come across. She wonders if that is what people who describe the search for God as a way to be rid of oneself are referring to, the ego. She writes that ego is the ideal self run mad. She likens it to searching for one thing and quite surprisingly finding another “in a garden somewhere or on a mountain watching the rain”. She points out for me that it is easy to lose oneself, and, boy, do I know that! So it is, I think, the ego we are better off without since that spells a sane self. She goes on to say that if the ideal self, the secret self, the other life, could be found and brought home a person could live in peace and have no need for God who has no need for us, being complete. That last statement may surprise with its tender, loving message left behind for all seekers to feel no matter how they conceive of a God. A relationship with the complete goes far deeper than need nearest to effortless culmination. I now call that love, or true love. My love waves and I wave back. I recommend the writings of Jeanette Winterson to all human beings who read.

So, I am left, myself, now, with the sense that it has all been a search for who I am, a discovery I have been driven insane left to live as a hollow cadaver with no soul, and finding a way to restore sanity to my true, secret self. I, of course, have no way to know how you, in secret, feel. Your life is your own. I feel a need to reach out to others and tell what I know. Recovery is possible. But, there is no formula for it. It is more undoing than doing, more unlearning than learning. So, I say look for writers and teachers who irritate you to undo you to unlearn. The one who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy. One who pulls you out of shit is not necessarily your friend.

In secret I find mercy and forgiveness enough to light the way.

WISHES

You are going to feel foolish one day to arrive at the end of life with your bucket lists of wishes and your complaints only to discover what your inheritance had been that lay unopened or tossed in a bin.

Cynosure, a brilliant light of attraction has been yours. Cynosure, everybody wants one. Everybody needs one. Let anonymity be your cynosure and you cannot be stopped!

Your sinecure for life assured, a status requiring no effort or toil but providing adequate support for a lifetime lies in a safe no bank can rival. Christ told of it on the Mount. Consider the lilies. They toil not; neither do the spin and yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these. Does your Benefactor love you not? You want to win a lottery? You won the day of your birth!

You are going to feel foolish one day to arrive at the end with your bucket lists of wishes and complaints only to discover what your inheritance had been that lay unopened or tossed in a bin as useless to you.

A candle unlit.

Planet Loco

People talk or write to feed each other. What? It has been special to me to have a friend who cannot share with me any words in my only language. Most friends talk very much. That is what people think friendship to be. Text. Email. Telephone. Facebook. Conversing.

Someone told me about a time when her mother died of cancer while she was pregnant with her first child. Many people said, both before and after the death, “I am so sorry for your loss. I know how painful it must be for you. Move to our neighborhood. We want to be close by to help you and care for you and the baby.” After the funeral, she said, not one of those people ever called or came to see her or gave any help. What kind of nourishment is that? Words of a learned language? Just words. It reminds me of the fisherman who pretends to feed a fish and his hook. Or the monkey who pulled a fish out of the water and placed it safely in a tree. Or a politician whose barfed up promises are leftovers. Or, teachers on the first day of class who know nothing but words, words, words, having never themselves lived. Or parents who reply, Because I said so. Or, religious clergy who tell us to believe them because truth is beyond our ability to comprehend. What world is this one? Surely, it is not the only one we can experience this life time. Is it?

Am I never going to meet anyone here who understands me? A clown standing in the moonlight upside down bouncing a globe with her feet winked at me and I interpreted the meaning as: there are more things here than you yet know.

MOMENTS

 This one moment we have and more than that if I find what lies inside. Carefully I abide. Not to startle any one or rattle the neighborhood. Only as a visitor come leaving no prints behind. Watch my mouth. Lips still. My fingers at my side. Teeth withdrawn. Muscles loose. Naked. No luggage. Ask deeply for a sign. No press. No fanfare. Not even a glance in the mirror. Erase all intentions. Nothing. Nobody sees me I am invisible. If I need protection it is given in stillness by the one who does nothing and leaves nothing undone. If I am to express the service it will be done. Touch no other and being certain to touch the light inside every one be out going as angels or knights are likely to be who see the invisible more clearly than they see what's gross. Sacred? Label me what is not sacred and I will tell you that your label is a lie. Layer upon layer of presence. This day two stood on a mountain before the same sky and thousands of words danced through each of them in two distinct languages and neither spoke a word and what was being felt being all they had to share they were as one who understood in a moment that was not what a moment is supposed to be but an epoch itself subdivided into ages of nonlinear chronostratigraphy wrapped around a flag pole, waving nothing.

A Mirror to Face

I listen with my full attention focused whenever my heart wants it to be thus. It takes more than a pair of ears, it takes a pair of ears attuned sharply to every aspect of the entire body. In this mode, the heart nudges. I follow.

Many teachers say, “You do not need a guru. I did not have one. Look at me, I have drawn a large crowd. Whooppeee!”

Most of them in my experience go on to teach like madmen, like their very lives depended upon it. Because they have told the listener, “Do not listen to me, you have all the answers for you”, nobody is listening except the judges. The fake teachers are off the hook, reckless even, since nobody is listening except the judges. The gurus are the entertainers. Damn good at it, some of them. But, it is still just entertainment and will not take you to your heart to realize what they are talking about. It creates a need for more entertainment is about all. To be drunk on the frivolous like politics or religious doctrine or spiritual mumbo jumbo or fortune telling nonsense. The judges want more of it. The judges require only a pair of ears and less than half a brain.

The true guru is speaking not to judges but to hearts. Knows it is not a numbers game. The way you can know one is to listen with your full attention focused because your heart wants it to be thus. It takes more than a pair of ears, it takes a pair of ears attuned sharply to every aspect of the entire body. In this mode, the heart nudges. You follow.

The so-called teachers, the entertainers, are afraid to accept the role of guru and I do not blame them. It is a tough job. They are not up to it. The guru is a mirror. The guru's function is to remain inwardly still with full attention focused in one simple message: what you are searching for, you have already. However, you need someone who is willing to tell you that over and over and over...until you get it! That is what a mirror is for. Then, free of guru. Live. Teach. Be glad. How do you teach? By being the mirror you hold before the student to show the student its own face.

There is a beautiful song called Ripple which both the Grateful Dead and Jimmie Dale Gilmore sing with so much heart. The last line goes, “if I knew the way, I would take you home”. In this way is a mirror true. NOBODY CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO LIVE WITH ALL YOUR MISTAKES AND SAFELY PENETRATE ALL DREADED INTERSECTIONS. YOU HAVE TO DO THAT. Arise!

Truth's Most Holy Ground Of Being

Anyone who knows all people are one is already at peace with all others. That cannot be taught. It is innate. It must be realized and felt in the heart to be known. Conversely, if you are not at peace with all others, you do not know all people to be one; and the bullshitter's true motives will be soon revealed.

Okay. Here's the fucking deal as I see it now. People do not trust themselves let alone each other. You decide which comes first. Everybody I have met is either indifferent to any need to make an effort in the direction of peaceable co-existence across the board or they are teaching somebody else how to do what they have never done nor have they seen done. People who claim to be peaceful are not. Instead, they are part of some group that recites, We are peaceful. We are peaceful? If I want to be peaceful I should join your group? Who is peaceful? The select group or the whole? These peace loving groups are not even peaceful at home. Teachers. These teachers espouse the practice of dissociation. Know what that is? It is the disconnecting of something from something else. Two or more somethings arise, done mentally, where there is one.

How many beloved teachers have taught, we are one? Why is the response always: Yeah, let's go fight those who are not one! (One way to fight is to cast a ballot in a voting affair. Another way is to teach others how they are wrong and you are right.)

How many arguments have there been concerning this issue: whether an individual must forgive another first or forgive himself first? Love another first or love himself first? I personally have heard more than I care to. It just might be a moot issue.

I am a participant in what?

Either I am choosing sides or I am surrendering to all. Not both. Cannot have that both ways. One cancels the other is the reason. Either we are one is obsolete or we should be one is obsolete. Which?

I learned mediation, I recall, not because of my teachers but in spite of them. I saw that originally mediation was based in the knowledge people are one. Thereafter, I ignored all the teaching we received that was in opposition to that premise, and there was plenty. I embraced with passion the times the teachers proclaimed that all people have the innate ability to resolve conflict with others. If any number of people are experiencing conflict a mediator is the one who holds to the understanding that there is no conflict and eventually the others find it in themselves and peace has to happen. Has to happen. It seems a miracle to those who have practiced dissociation to a degree which is dangerous to themselves and others; but it is simple truth.

All people at all times want the same thing; to live and work with pride and joy. All people know this. All people know how to do so. A family trying to rise above the average persons in their community by whatever means is dissociating from reality. Am I a participant in my family's desire to be excellent or in excellence for the whole of mankind? How can it be thought that to make the whole better I am to dissociate myself, my people, from the whole of mankind? That is the same insane thought as: let us fight and kill for world peace.

Anyone who knows all people are one is already at peace with all others. That cannot be taught. It is innate. It must be realized and felt in the heart to be known. And all the wars of mankind since the beginning of time added together do not match in bravery that required for one individual to rediscover lost identity with truth's most holy ground of being.