Sting of Love

Sting of Love

always so clear
all is allowed
cause to do otherwise
makes something
different and apart
from something else
there are no teachers
there are no kings
there is no separation
we are all on one
string of Love

Morning Meditation on an Early Spring Day

Morning Meditation on an Early Spring Day

this morning the water in the lake
flows gently toward the closed end
it moves with grace and certainty
the geese park silently on the curve
red buds of early spring cautiously
open on the maple
sensing a promise
of embracing summer's bloom
a calm envelopes me
i feel the certainty of life
the contentment of being
the joy of love
i relish my participation
in the blooming of spring
the fullness of summer
the quiet repose of fall
the sleep of winter
i look again
the water flows
back to the river source

Michael

In the Arms of My Lover

In the Arms of My Lover

Feet so gingerly moving
but lead to where
I long to always be
In the arms of my lover.

With God as my lover,
All dankness disappears.
Together
We swim in water so pure
Each stoke and gulp
refreshes.

Leaving the water
yet taking its Source,
We rise with joy
and swing upon the stars
until all beauty immerses Us in light.

Oh, where is fear?
My former friend has gone.
He calls to me no more,
when in my Lover’s arms.

There We have but love
in store
for all We meet.


Michael

beloved ones....

beloved ones....

silence is with me.....

but i can share this......

i extend love.....

and meet (my own) inability to receive from another

i extend love....

and meet (my own) lack of gratitude from another

i extend love.....

and then experience contraction

bringing awareness to

the presence of belief

in un-love-ability...unworthiness....

silence tells me

there is nothing to do....

there is nothing to say....

there is no fear

in this place of silence

i hear .....

"simply be....

no thought....

simply be"

i am trusting...

all is perfect NOW

anne

subtle or gross

Subtle or Gross

pleasure/pain a lie
calling for man
to eventually die
as proof of
separation's reality
yet there can
be no fatality
since pleasure is pain
and pain is pleasure
with different name

in NOW

all is One
the game is done
we are home
no more alone

michael

Thought is Cause

Thought is Cause

The thought Ego,
a separate entity,
produced
a body lying,
a body crying,
a body dying.

Authorities of ancestors
use this body
to garment my soul
with rules of pleasure,
rules of pain,
longings for leisure
midst struggle and strain.

This garment of lies
is now unraveling.
The Light and Power
Of “I AM PRESENCE”
shines through cracks.
my being shouts,
“ No turning back!”.

New thought replaces
ego’s shrills.
At first a whisper.
then louder
and louder still,
revealing a will
i long have slighted,
animating long dying
forms with
cells of crystal lighted,
melting old authorities,
replacing them with Love.

Michael

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The Use of Time

The Use of Time

Time to put away
child’s toys
They’ve had their play
Time to stop
talking about.
All talkings
had its day
Time to “let it be”
So we can see
That Time to love
Embraces
you and me

Time itself
Has passed away
No time to say
Time is no more!
Yet Love is ever near.
I love you,

Michael

Creation

Creation

the butterfly
within the chrysalis
lies hoping
patiently waiting
the time of rebirth
yet still bound
by programed
transformation
and false freedom
fluttering wings
may bring
creation has
no programing
no form expecting
allowing all without
the need of hope
just knowing
life eternally
unfolding in shapes
each new
bought from
nowhere
undetermined
of unknown hues

michael

All Is Process

All Is Process

in duality process
is seen as change
as one moves thru many forms
child
adolescent
adult
old age
and death
in Oneness process
is but creation manifesting
to reveal its abundances
no change
no death
and rebirth
but unending thought manifesting
as shimmering, vibrant light
playing and loving and swimming
in a sea of seamless
synchronicity

michael