The heartfelt singer (he may not even know one right chord) sings only for one reason

to find some place (where that feels like home)

-where his heart beats as it should-

where both lungs breathe as they should

where both feet stand where they should

is betting the farm on the last hope to be found in a voice that comes round
just before one leaves town and it told him the profound is not to be found
on stages the world round but at the silent defeat of a small naked clown
that's a deafening applause sounds have no power to magnify or compound 

and it comes from the place where the sky meets the ground
which opens as a home for the Sun going down,
a splendid reminder, be me, as I am

Everybody, everybody lives inside a perfect body-

how do I know?

I have hated mine so often and have abused it very badly and still

when I am wholly one within it as I am at this sweet moment who I am now knows

all about doubt free dancing in a sea of all-consuming presence and the outline of my skin shell swells as a band of light dances around its perim

eter into an an ever-broadening awareness

a thousand light years into the heavens brandished ever more outward and waving in a musical extravaganza that takes me with it on its mission soaring forth a once forsaken now a passenger of some secret capsule sent to God

courtesy rocket fuel engendered by a spotlighted brave and oh, so fragile human singer and a song

where I remain for half a moment seeming to last forever spellbound in the Presence while an unseen kindness fills my lungs with sparklers

(hush) from within this magic body

Everybody, everybody lives inside a perfect body

how do I know?

When I let go-

and when will I choose to remain inside this knowledge as one would who walks always a starry pathway across all strata of being in perfection glorified, yielding, weightless, flawless, and unburdened?

What can force one who has seen the Face to return to the imperfect body of the burdened fellow? I hear a voice saying, it's up to you now.

Everybody, everybody lives inside a perfect body,

and we know It!

The Nature Of What Is Happening

Frequently is heard, Why does God permit such atrocities?

Such thought arises is in a complete misunderstanding of what is happening. Something we had has been forgotten. We forget. Human beings forget. How? We become fascinated with what we are told we do not have but ought to have. Really, then, it is not so much a forgetting of truth as it is a foolish remembrance of what is not happening. In discomfort and confusion you are surely going to overlook what you have.

When you have forgotten the meanings behind the different clouds speaking in a language you once understood in the skyway you are hopelessly lost. You will not prepare for what is coming. God is speaking, we are ignorant and thus no longer listening. That is what is happening.

Someone blames God. Someone thinks God is cursing us and proposes to make sacrificial offerings to appease an angry Creator. But someone looks to the sky and foretells, Tomorrow is going to be a good day for fishing. (The Old Man and The Sea, a movie based on a novel by Ernest Hemingway.)

We might concern ourselves mutually with the question, Can I learn to remember? Regain what I had? Clouds remain. Interested? If something stirred in you, pay attention. Next day, remember. Pay attention. Keep it up. You will be aided from countless resources you did not know were available.

If others are as lonely as we are wouldn't it be ignorant to remain
apart?

The Joy Of Letting Be

A population becomes divided, thinking muddled through argument, and it progresses to be a more and more divisive force until lines are drawn by faulty thinking. A line has been drawn between those who say we are what we are, dammit, and must do the best we can to remain with heads above the water line; these times being harsh; and tho' we hope for better ones and all the rest the strong will always prevail so we have to rid the world of troublemakers so as to save the ones worth saving and leave the weaker behind and the God we serve is the One who's on our side; and those who proclaim we must change and shoulder the duty to care for the lost and weakest among us and make this a better world for all to equally share and play fair and dare to stretch forth a hand of mercy to prove we care so God will be there to light our way and bless us each day so the rich are to be made to loose their hold on the wealth and pour forth enough of what rightly belongs to everyone or stand before the bar of judgment and be punished.

All of it amounts to a muddy bucket of disputation, Should we do this or should we do that? Wars are made of that.

Watching a movie based on a play by a distinguished playwright there was portrayed before my eyes and ears a struggle between the wealthy War Lord and the Salvation Army. At the end, the disputants decided to join forces seeing there was good and bad on both sides. I had little hope this gesture was genuine or going to resolve anything really but at least it had a morsel of truth behind it...everybody's lost. Yet, a congress of fools is only that. Not going to change a tat.

Wisdom. What is it? Seeing that when the body sleeps all is folded into one, a journey is begun that can be the beginning of a winding back home to the start and by doing nothing discovering. One discovers we have what was never lost. It works for the individual and it works for any who see it to be so. Suddenly, one has real appreciation as if for the first time. Simply realizing it, one prefers it to pride. In this way of life there are no leaders, only trusted servants. All relationship is seen to be that between equals. Nobody need busy himself in the building of civilizations of masses of people just like him. That job was done at the beginning by some Governor who insists upon remaining anonymous but who knows us well. The only task is an unlearning and a letting be. I do not want you to take my word for it. No. I think not for someone else. There is no charge for this. Find out yourself. That which causes each rose to bloom I see in you.

If others are as lonely as we are, wouldn't it be ignorant to remain apart from them?

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After the Fall

it just might be

that when both Adam and Eve began to pout

after The Great One cursed them then said,

“Well, those two certainly did not pan out”

that God thought since they'll stone ya when you try anything 

new He'd make another thing or two.

He called it Porcupine, adding, It is good. And. That'll do.

And added, They will surely regret trying anything out of line 

with Porcupine.

Pleased, 

God forgot all about people we just escaped His Mind

And in that way, we betrayed holy spirit and we forsook 

the divine