you've been given a blank check,
a blank canvas,
how much is the world worth?


price it,
literally


how much would you have to pay
for all these trees,
mountains,
sky
airplanes
people
apples
lakes
rivers
grass
bears
music?


how much would you pay
for the gift of seeing!
hearing
tasting
smelling?


and you cry "not enough!"
what blindness is this!


not enough
not enough


you pay nothing!
everything is given freely.


how much gratitude?
for even one thing...


thank you, car...
thank you, bike....sidewalk...wind...
thank you, computer...
friend,
friend,
friend...


and I get to do what I do...
I get to facilitate,
to witness,
to sing,
to dance,
to play,
to just be,
to experience gratitude


grace,
everything
given

I never want the thing itself,
but only what I think it can give me--
what I think I can get.

Wow

oh my Heart cries
for this desolate one,
who sees no one or no thing
but for "getting",

to ravish
and plunder

oh those delicate babies,
their skin so soft,
but a target

oh how very much compassion
this one calls for

walk softly
with this one

talk softly
with this one

this one in mortal danger
is out of his  mind
with fear

he needs
your love

he needs
your peace
​

you don't need to worry if they cut the rope,
'cuz you are not sewn together

reality cannot be
cut apart,
and you cannot be broken

scissors in the perfect time,
sculpt the terrain
you walk upon

and what is "cut away"
is never loss,

only space
for the light to shine

as one dream goes
and another arrives,
the light always remains
in which to see

and Love
continues
to sprout
​

People should project on to "me".

It's like a painting,
so they can see clearly
every detail.''

Just notice how many different people
"you" get to be.
Oh my goodness,
and you don't even have to do anything.
In fact, it doesn't really matter at all what you do.
(Just take a look at Jesus--and Katie :-))

People will only see themselves.

What am I?

your mirror,
a mirror,
pure and simple,
not personal

just consider,
what if that's all you are

a mirror,
reflections that come and go,
but never stay,
and never are actually you

what is a mirror
with no reflections?

is it even a mirror?

isn't it exciting?

look! here comes one now,
a reflection!

I can never be the image
in the mirror.

Just watch
the show,
here it is...
​

the goose is flying on her appointed route,
even the "lost" one

isn't the "lost" sheep
a call for the Shepherd?

lay claim to nothing

it is
as it is

can it BE more clear
or simple?

what is,
is your friend,
your very Self

the fearful one
wants nothing but release
from fear

the trembling one
does not ask for death,
but for Love,
for truth,
for safety

can you just hear him?
let him speak?

nothing to fear,
this little child:

it's not as
you think it is

Oh Savannah!
the goose is flying
on her appointed route,
everything in perfect order

the world,
every detail,
a perfect reflection
of your mind

just watch
your shadow,
and see
she always goes
where you go

the trumpeting is you,
the whisper
is you

here is the end
of all suffering

it only takes one
to have a war

i'm the one

so very very good to know

now peace
is possible


​

When you say "green peas" or "yellow star"
some people hear "blue triangles".
(Just good to know.)

Trump,
bravado,
no substance,
a joke,
thinks he's doing good,
thinks he has the answers,
thinks he understands,
thinks the problem is out there,
in someone else.

sound familiar?

image of Tulsi Gabbard:
"Aloha": means open heart, we are all on equal ground.
I will not leave my mission: I will not leave my fallen brother.

me: Where am I not living fully?

Trump: fear,
"the people are fed up with politicians--
the bureaucracy"

sounds exactly like Bernie Sanders,

I understand.

image of blacks being escorted out of rally,
one being punched by a Trump supporter,
the police holding the man who was hit
on the ground...(letting the other man return to his seat).

Is this any harsher than how I treat myself?
the self hatred,
attack
bombing
ravaging
abandonment
terrorizing,
of myself

just consider
as you watch the cops
remove those who disagree--
as you beat you up
isn't that what you do internally
to your feelings?
damning them,
shooting them,
telling them you never want to see them again--
believing the thought, "attack works"

if only...
"Trump"(or whoever...)
would go away...
life would be fine...

and as you sit alone in your room
at night,
no one else there,
isn't it ALL you,
your thoughts,
your feelings,
images,
sensations...

where is the Love now
for this?

are you united with you?

or are you still trying to
throw out,
suppress,
banish?

Let Mr. Trump be what he is,
the mirror,

the Motivation
to own and investigate
the attack within,
against myself,

and the Motivation
to give the Love
to me
and to everyone else
that I want to see "out there".

Can I love me?

oh how much compassion
for us all

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