A dream of peace

we can relax about Shunyata

if it's true-that there is no you (in that curious way of Najarguna)

then there never was and never will be

so what's the big fuss?

There's only 1 thing going on

thisss-

.

In a dream of two,

that isn't true.

But this is-

this-

buzzing now

tingling here

this-

music of creation

color shape

dimension

ticking along

sparkling song

time = music

space = dance

 = a dream of peace

Re-Birth

born without name to ourselves

born of

 ? living green grace ?  

a process that churns out

stars and frogs

lattes and little fish

breathless in the ocean

learning happens

a new pattern

a fresh creation

a name

me:she

holding to the me

as separate- as outside this living green grace - 

starts a pattern

that moves towards rock 

in terms of self-knowing

holding to the me

as separate- as outside this living green grace - 

is a dream of two 

and the pattern of hurt arises

it isn't true

that nothing can touch you

bright eyes?

check.

where do you end and the world begins?

Self-As-Other

What i want for you

dear dear love

is infinite

is tender

bubbles with joy

is fresh

alpine morning awake tweeting dawn

isn't

anywhere else than here

isn't

anything else than this

a happy morning story

with an adventurous twist- if you like that sort of thing

a lullaby that echos as

your own perfect tune

to whistle while you work

what i want for you

dear dear love

can't be held

but it can cradle

...it can't be lost

but it can be found

And 

here 

it

is

.

The relative truth

-because it’s relative.

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The ultimate truth-call it what you will, can only be pointed to by relative words or known directly- 1st person point of view- no-face to no-face.  

Because the pointing outs are relative, they can only be true for some, some of the time.

Becoming Whole

When God wants to laugh

she becomes whole

Her backside

full of nothing

hanging out in plain view

enough for me-enough for you


What does it mean to be capacity for the world?

It is exactly what it has always been.

Throw Yourself into the World.
That's where it already is
and has never left.

To painful thoughts

Hey little ones

You have a voice

speak!

All will listen.

And maybe then

the echo of you

                                         

the echo of your

 pain

will turn to laughter

in the cavern of consciousness

Magic Portal

The Offering