When Feeling It

He Alone, yet he shares.  He is a gracious giver.  Uniting all, untying all.  Connecting all with all that was and will be.  

 

"Don't be afraid."

Him alone, yet he lavishes.  Spreads wide, wills that we take up and dance, take up with our uncanny ability towards recompense, and dance with Him.  We must leave the ground.  We must alleviate our internal desire towards the whole.  We cannot feel without it, and we need to feel.  Our bodies are not to be hated.

"Don't be afraid."

Sungha plays in the the background, sharing the atoms with the musicians over time, adding his piece.  Play passionately Sungha, play with all your heart, and somehow then, your music will be both yours and His.  

"Don't be afraid."

I need not fame.  Not prestige.  No more degrees, not another initial after my name.  Lord, please help me just to dance, with you.  I long for you presence, in my longing, come into me, let us dance like we were meant to, the way you set it up.  

"Don't be afraid."

Take your spot among the saints and sinners, we are all here.  We are all good.  We all belong. Whether your home is in a steal jail, or in the clouds lingering above, let you foot touch the ground, then your leg to find the rhythm, then for the body to follow closely behind, until time and eternity carry us off into the great distance.  Here there is no steal and cloud, no dualism, no split between mind and body, between what is in and out.  Here, as R & R says, "Everything Belongs."

Duet

The rhythm flows to and fro, inspiring movements of joy.  Movements of happiness calling into the depths of our souls.  Inviting the true self to flourish, to dance with the Partner.

We need not fear, the dance hall is big enough for us all.  We are all invited.  The parables lead to reality.  What was spoken in riddles will become reality.  It floods the air we breathe,  it captivates the darkness in my heart, "You need not hide, the light only looks scary....the reality of it is....beautiful."

So put on your best pair of sneaks.  Or go shoeless, it matters not.  Flashy, or just bobbing in the corner, we all belong.  Everything belongs.  Jam.  Recite.  Yell.  Whisper.  Repeat.

The dance hall whirls to and fro, until the wind make a tornado, carrying us all into the next chapter of reality, the endless unfolding of this dance.  Dance with me.  Let's make a memory.  Let them build until we have a city, then let us find the city in the State, along with many others.  We can learn to dance from them, them from us.

And so the dance unfolds, and unfolds, and unfolds.  Mercy, within mercy, within mercy.

Amen.

Dance with Me

He walks, through many doors.  Does he know where he is going?  Does the destination matter, or is it simply in the journey?  Will he find out?  Or will finding find him?

To recompense for all I've done, to pour my heart out and have it held.  Let my being mean one thing, the One thing beyond me.  In this way I'll never truly land, but I'll be free.

To be true, in my atoms and quarks, to the very essence, the very fabric of reality.  I need not try hard, I need simply be.  For all that is, was.  All that was, will be.  And it is a resounding good.

Wisdom shouts from roof tops, it's in the inner rooms, it speaks to and in our human hearts.  Is it stronger there than here?  Is it more prevalent yonder than in the present?  Again, I need not go about my way seeking it.  It is here.  I need simply to awake to it, and to do so over and over.  For all of eternity.

This is truly good news.  All I want, I possess in part.  The poet, the philosopher, the discourse, the justification, all flow from the center.  The Center, which unites, which holds all in perfect harmony.  Be my inspiration, be curious.

My joy, is in the motion, is in the too and frow, growing from each encounter, gathering from the East and West, but never depleting, always from infinite storehouses, always enough.  Enough, yet taken deeper in, so that love is known to every part of me, and then, taken still deeper in.

This is the eternal dance, sung by the One, invited to us all, "Come, dance with me!"

This, then That

It flows in and out, I cannot control it.  It eludes me.  Think I have it cornered, have the jump on it, then it veers, doges, jumps, squirms.  Gone.  Once, I thought I had the secret, I heard it from without, took it within, ran with the whole of it.  Thought I was making ground, thought I had gained a foothold, ran and raced.  Shipwrecked.  Gone.  I saw my plight as just a game, thought through, but in endless circles, in the dark.  April 1st, 06, was on a run, turned into a rampage.  I mustered up my best intent, dressed for the occasion, shined up my shoes, turned in my sin, saw the golden shrine and ran for it.  The math made sense, it all added up.  The deductions were true.  It looked good, at first.  The journey started with a boom, but then a weight came out of nowhere.  Started to nag at my soul.  Quietly at first.  Then emeshed into my consciousness, only to become all the more weightier.  Then sank in the frightening thought that despite my best intent, I may have been running on my own.  A valiant effort, but misaimed, but uninformed, but ultimately from me, again.  The ground I was trying to make up was only sinking sand.

Who will save me from this body of death.  I'm tossed back and forth with the waves, try to hard to not try hard.  A hard realization.  My mind working again.  I've paid too much attention to the fixing, too much attention to the endless tweaking, the fidgeting.  The harder I try, the deeper I go.

This time, I demand something new.  It seems my introspection has failed me.  This time I look to the light coming through the cracks of the door.  What might be out there I wonder, but the light seeping through the cracks seems to be enough for now.  Its nature is different.  It doesn't shift this way and that, even in subtle ways.  It seems steady.  Slower.  It's subtle nature intrigues me.  Odd, I think.  Without my awareness, my mind slows ever so slowly to match the pace of the odd light.  The anxiety in my body seems to fall from the front of my mind, seeps down into my body, and some seems to seep even all the way out of my feet.  Slowly, my awareness catches up with phenomenon, I realize my body and mind have slowed.  That they are more in tune with each other, and in some way in tune with the light coming through the cracks in the door. The light, has it grown brighter?  Or stronger?  My awareness goes off of me and back to the light.  I swear there is more light now.  Have the cracks grown?  Has the source of light on the other side of the door grown brighter?  But the questions don't seem to matter, what matters is the mesmerization.  It feels good to just give way. It feels to just succeed to it.  My awareness doesn't fight for first place, it finally comes to rest.

My heart is liberated and yet home.  The endless introspection kept me from the light, however the light has caused productive introspection in its wake, but this time guided by the light.  The darkness becomes less and less scary to me, further and further from me.  I'm not sure what the future holds, all I know is that I must continue to give way to the light, which I will call love, and let it take me deeper and deeper into its endless mystery.  I get the sense that I'll never fully land, but this becomes a joy.  Why would I want to land when there is endless mystery to comb out?  And this sense will soon become just a memory too, part of the journey deeper into love.

Father, open my eyes to receive from you.
Father, let me heart be in your love.
Father, never let me be separate from you.
Father, help me to fall in love with you over and over.
Father, may I treat people here with some of the love that you have treated me with.
Father, let me be intimate with you.
Father, speak into the deepest parts of who I am.
Father, with the ground of my being, where I start, let me say to you a resounding "yes."

Always "yes."

New and Yet of Old

It's ever new, baptizing generation after generation. Yet it is of old, holding waters before the beginning of time. It is both here and there at once. Calling us to remember, and also to surrender to the present tense as well. It's artistry is unrivaled, and yet all other art bears witness to it. The creative source, the creative energy, flows, like a waterfall of millions of gallons of spring water over every wall that encapsulates us. It's not something we must muster up, on succumb to. It can unleash the gift inside of us all, the creative process of which we are all a part. In the dawning of a new era, we will recognize more and more the true gift we are. We will not let our fire be squelched, we will not let our light be made null, we will not be fragmented. The One that is of old, yet entirely new, will life us from our ashes, we will rise, as the phoenix,until we meet our Creator face to face. And in this light, we will be forever set free. You are my brother, you are my sister.

free from the oppression

Oppression was never the goal.  We took it and ran with it.  We are meant for freedom, freedom of concousness, freedom of thought, freedom of being.  The more we press in, the harder we push, the further we become.  Freedom is found in surrender.  It's not a believe something foreign to me, not a become something I am not, it is an awakening to what I already am, to what I really am.  If I can embrace the simplicity of a ground of being that is inherently good, then I can search the depths and soar the heights, because I know my home.  

It is for freedom that he has set us free.  Freedom leading to ever increasing freedom, throughout eternity.  To be fully alive, and yet drawn into ever increasing life.  Paradox.  Finally home, yet home is still teaching, still giving, still creating, still inviting.  

In this light, it's not these and those, this and that.  No.  We are all of a common source, a return to origin for the self is also a return to origin for my thoughts of others, that it was from the same origin we came, we all bear the mark.  The eternal seeks to build bridges between this immutable beauty in me and you, that it can be a beauty together.  This voice, that unites, is and was from the beginning, and is the truest voice.  All else is but shadow and fragment.  

Let your mercy, your justice, your grace, you care for those hurting, roll out from you to where we are.  Teach us to accept it, embrace it, and to dance with you.

Liberated and Grounded

Shine on, let it be pure. Let it be more than gold, more than precious silver. Hold on to nothing else, only the one thing. Let it put all in right place, in right relationship. There is nothing else, there is no one else. This is not a grim thing, it is a bold peace, a peace that resonates at the deepest core, echoes throughout all time and eternity, to bring all things together, do that we can all draw from one source. A return to simplicity is not a return to boredom, not to tragedy. It is a return home. It is a joining with the essence of that which is, the ground of being, love. Love was first, is first, can never be overrun, and speaks a good word throughout all of everything imaginable and beyond. It is by this we were made, it is for this we were made. So a return to simplicity is a return to our souls home, where we are both liberated and grounded at the same time. The echoes of love are of old, yet ever new, are farther back than we can go, and go deeper into the future than we can grasp. It combines time with mystery, goes beyond linear, beyond reason. It holds with it the key to happiness, but does not stop there, it takes the heart deep into joy, where joy is for joy's sake, and leads to ever increasing joy. In the eternal love our soul finds rest, the dreariness washes away, depression cannot stay, anxiety is gone. Our mental health is matched by the joy in our soul, our heart and mind draw from the same source, nothing more is fragmented, illusion, all that takes us from the Eternal One, is less than a dream, as if we never new such things. In THE eternal grasp we are both LIBERATED and GROUNDED.