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January 11, 2016. I'm playing with something I haven't done for a few years. I am keeping colored pencils, paper and a pen on the kitchen counter and noticing what I am thinking and feeling when I go to eat something--and putting it on paper. I've done this two times before. One was in 2008, when I first left my marriage and moved into a place of my own for the first time in twenty something years. It was also only a few years after my son died and so I had a lot of thoughts and feelings about both of those things. In 2013, I just kept a notebook on the counter while taking Grace Bell's Wonderful Food, Horrible Food class. When she presented recently at the Convention she mentioned this practice again and how powerful it can be to try to catch those thoughts before you eat, and if not then, after. I am loving it and invite you to it. Here's what came today. I just started by writing down the single words that came to me. It feels so much more connected to me than eating a cookie (and you can do that too.)
guilt
prison
chains
trapped
pattern
rigid
stuck in a groove
it takes a bit of a jolt
to oust out of a groove
or does it?
is it possible
the mud sides of the groove
simply melt 
like candle wax
turning to liquid
elevation,
excavation
what if you stood on the ceiling
and saw the view from upside on the down?
what if you saw the bottom of the car,
the foundation of the house
under the ground?
what if all that was visible
no longer was,
and all that was previously out of sight
was now in your face?
what if you were sitting
smack dab in the center
of your neighbor's heart
and you saw it all from there?
what if pelican eyes were yours?
the sky your native ground?
what if the prison had no roof,
the groove no sides,
and your neighbor is yourself...?
what if there is
no other country?
Welcome Home, Love,
welcome home

Picture

So  many eyes to look through...
​So many viewing points...

Picture
Picture

"Enough for everyone..."

Is there really an elephant in the room?

is it true?
is there really an elephant in the room?
poof!
or is it just a tiny mad idea,
not even an ant?
nothing at all
the horror show gone
no, love,
the mayhem,
the riots,
the AK 47's
are not (dangerous)
the turkey farm
was merely a joke
where ever red may fall,
where ever blue may strew,
where ever orange may land
and yellow bounce...
nothing to stew over
can anyone ever be
his tracks in the snow?
confusion is not a crime
confusion is an invitation
to compassion
and clarity
every fear,
an invitation to give,
an explicit direction
to look it straight in the eye
the very thing I fear the most
is my invitation
to Heaven
Stay in touch.
She is
but your own hand.
She is but waiting
for your kiss.
The elephant in the room
was just to get your attention...mom
Picture
Picture
"Integration"
"For no reason"

Limitless

there was a picture of you on the wall
that was far too tiny,
too tiny

looking through the picture,
translucent, transparent
like the negative,
the slide

i see "she"
couldn't move
from the fixed position
of mind

it was plastic,
constructed

"she" could never
be life

picture must be dead

worship no fixed position,
costume

it's impossible to hold
a living thing
to an image

let it breathe, honey honey,
let Her breathe again

bees are humming,
ahhhhhhhh.....the Scent

limitless doll
wonderous swooping

She can fly!!!!
anywhere!

following, She,
is steady with this one,
"i hear you"
"yes, I see you"
"i know you"
and
"that" is not You...

Picture

Picture
Birthing...

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Empty body...so full

empty body... so full

Take off your body skin
just for a moment....

let those stars go a wandering out into the sea of hearts

unwrap the Divine
lava

the border
that seems
to take infinite spaciousness
and divide it up into
separate things

making infinity finite

take off the wooden slats,
the tiles on the roof

outgoing
ex t  e   n    s       i           o                      n
in dwelling
in visible

wordless
no thing

no resistance at all

how no thing
can you imagine?

no "where" to go?

this un-ness

without a body

the tweedle starts to hum,
the motor visitates,
emerging
out of the void

thriving
shining
hup hupping
bumpety gonging

the shimmering in the moonlight
quakes hearts

and in the morning...

no thing
dear one

oh yes, precious no thing

empty baskets are so light to carry
and so very very full

it's free for everyone to give away
and give away and give away
and all ways
no thing     no  thing           no thing
rings

true
                                                                                                 7/29/13
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