i call my new biz buzz Just Connections it's fair trade stuff from around the world so when the connections pop up for me here there and everywhere i am astounded at the red threads that link me to everything in the Universe what I see is golden light made of nothing but love though the mountains sometimes fall and the people roar in pain for me there is just One a tapestry tightly woven and not thread bare quilting our way through the valleys wars come money flies children grow parents die and still there is only that love glue given many names but only One a stronger thread than any chord humans have made.
maybe im just exhausted from too many computer hours making my dream online Fair Trade store come alive or maybe i'm really just sick of everyone who knows everything and quotes everyone who knows everything when i want to sit in the moonlight or sunlight and listen to the voice of a universe i am a very piece of feel her filling up the spaces that are empty from too many answers i want to soak my feet in the water of oneness, lay down on the bed of not knowing empty the brain and open the mind i don't mind being ingnorant, knowing i learned a long time ago won't save me i let go like a monkey jumping from tree to tree not even a whisper of fear to keep me from smiling
divine love is my light my very life who then can intimidate me i hear the raging sometimes going on right under the same roof where i live reminding me of childhood abuse and danger but just one deeper thought and i am no longer afraid we old women are still haunted by stories that sing dirges in the ears of our pasts we cannot endure a child's pain or the errors of the arrogant greed rides on our backs causing ultimate aches and yet we who have endured so long see light in this dark planetary crisis see something so beyond even the rising seas and the toxic clouds the used to be our breath see waves of hope coming from the very humans and earth that seem so destroyed we are still here waving the flags of our old clothes standing in the midst ready to leave if it is our time, but willing to stay we can play in the back lash of what we have done capture a prayer, a poem, a story a painting hold all as we have our own children and grands the prickly pears and the soft sweet babies the wrinkled knees and thinning hair give us a clear idea of all that really is beyond this burial of a must pervasive jointly held illusion we are here for the funeral the interment and finally the resurrection of reality.
in the wee hours do you hear the messages written to you on the skin of your soul? is it time to jump from your cultural survival plane without a parachute certain you will land on your feet like that dream you had so many years ago? is there a boy scout pretending to be alive like your friend's soul message telling you to follow the rules and be good, instead of dancing with the stars or is the boy scout really dead and you have moved on to love over duty? is love really the power you have been thinking comes from having money? does this divine essence make a home for living in and an abundance that pays the bills and brings bliss can you really quit searching and start living? tonight the message written on the tablet of my heart says only one word: it stands alone beating out the tune of the One who formed the Universe saying YES, YES, YES
open the doors i say to myself unscript the splendor of life live it whole no boxed edges sight is not what you see but what you've been given open the your sleepy eyes i tell myself let the dawn rise inside, the sun shines from your lighted being God is in heaven but heaven is in your own bones unblock your plugged ears,Jude words are the source of creation you are not waiting for life you are making it, say the word make it flesh and Christ is alive in you walk into the sunset unafraid of the dark i sing an even song to myself on the road again uncover the only path...they all lead to Nirvana Love all powerful holds you and the million Universes together praise the source adore all being sometimes hard sometimes easy always in harmony sing to the light and to the night and to the All One your home.
almost two weeks now Dad has gone to parts unknown though i feel him wherever i go the most haunting when Alexa at Toni's house started singing without being cued and a blues song about sin and crossing Jordan came on, my Dad's last name Jordan and he was a Baptist preacher, oh, he is around all right watching over my mother, checking on me in new ways, i feel less of a loss i think than those of my kin who believe in a far away heaven where they will join him some day what we know is little, but people keep telling me they felt him close when they saw one of his favorite birds, a cardinal come and sing to them, when i heard affirmations from him when i was writing his funeral poems, is it true i have an extra advocate unseen helping well if it's not true than i'm not hurting myself much to feel him near