Sunday at The-Heart-Of-All-Things (2/4/18)

Maybe the birds chirping this morning, it's warm already 67 only 10AM, and maybe I don't feel like death warmed over for the first time in seems like forever? But the church bells ring so beautifully here just far enough away with the windows open so as to be charming and not annoying and they reverberate with resonance this morning reminding me to stay in the flow at that heart-of-all-things, to feel how it's like a dance and I'm the dancer who just feels exactly where all the marks are set so when it's time to fight, I throw the punch; when it's time to acquiesce, I lay my sword down upon the ground on it's quiet side and when it's time for metamorphosis, I find some safe cocoon to crawl into and give myself over to its nothingness that is not nothing at all but rather is nothing.

Now, I see, the Garden's Gate swings wide open to Spring and know that it is time to dance on out of the garden and out into the blossoming new world at large.

Zen Poem
(author unrecalled??? paraphrase from memory but close, I think)

Who would dare approach the Lion's Den?
Surely, only a Zen-Man through and through!
I greet the spring breeze at the garden's gate

The Stone Cold Bridge

For so long building it brick by brick

No idea until now it’s a Saturn Thing

I try to explain but words fail me

Just have to stand back and look at it

A stone cold bridge across the cataracts

of the abyss

Spanning yesterday, today and tomorrow

Spanning time and space itself

- do you see it? -

Connecting now to now -

Bringing you and I together

Poem from "Her" point of view

I went so far inside so very far away
You could not possibly understand 
Not your job that’s perfectly okay
But unbeknownst to me at the time
It was His job just that to find me

Here … How? I can’t even imagine
I didn’t even know where I am
Purposefully so that was the plan
To escape from … from everything
To go so far inside to come out
The Other Side into … into …
I had no earthy idea what but
Something so much greater than I

The things I’ve seen my O Dear God!
The places I have been so much …
So much beauty and so much ugliness
So much joy and so much pain
Worlds so far and away from ordinary
I could not possibly begin to explain
You are the one who never asked me to

That first time you looked into my eyes
You said nothing and when I leaned in
You took me up in your arms so warmly
And when I cried that flood that came
You didn’t say a word just kissed my head
You hold me so good and don’t ask me why
You make me feel like I am home now
That this alas is that long sought other side

When I finally stop crying - and you too -
You stand back holding my hands in yours
You pierce my soul with those eyes -
Tell me your story if you want, you say,
Don’t tell me if you don’t want to tell it -
Do you want to see new things together?
I nod affirmatively and then you kissed me

You ask me only, what it is that I am?
I say without hesitation that I am an artist
I ask you then, what it is that you are?
You say that you are a Savior …
I don’t understand that how is it so?
You ask me, how is it that I am am artist?
I think but must admit that I don’t know
You say, we don’t choose what we are
Only what we do with what we are -
I smile, “let’s do this thing together now”.

Alignments

Thoughts become intentions
That hit their mark
Before even being flung -

All of the skill comes in
- the heart and soul of it -
Before the arrow flies -

Once released from the bow
The arrow's destination lies
In the trusted Mind-of-God

I've Found THE ONE ... and it's me (groan I went there)

Since 2016, thank God literally, I've found this one person who is kind, compassionate, not just intelligent but wise, emotionally intelligent and available, fun and witty, articulate and passionate about their beliefs, who takes the hopeless out of hopeless romantic, who is fearlessly open and introspective, spiritually driven to always becoming some greater thing and who is not afraid to cry and who not only loves to cook healthy, fresh meals for me every single day but is given to spontaneously breaking out into a slow dance in he kitchen listening to Frank Sinatra sing, I love you, Baby.

Anyone else or is it just me?

Do you know that indescribable feeling when you're not sure if you've ever been to this particular airport before and in fact are rather certain that you haven't but then again they all do kind of look the same especially from the inside and they run together in your head like those kaleidoscopic, skittering, rapid-fire imagines that come upon you when you skating on the edge of a bad trip going whoa whoa whoa ... but then your WiFi auto-connects so you realize that you have after all most def been here before and you look around now lost in that deja vu feeling a little awed and a little frightened thinking finally, "well I'll be damned this is all very Gonzo, man, very Gonzo". ???

2018's New Year's Haiku

Under the full moon's light
The Stallion's nostrils flare ...
Hesitation ... and onward now!