Agape

A short way into the journey we forget

who we are, where we came from

where we are headed

acting as though

we know

Remembering is both familiar and surprising

each return tinged by a sense of déjà vu

it was here we sprang from

without a past or future

just now

drinking from a well in the desert

a spring of living water in wilderness

swimming far from oceans in a living sea

one and many delighting in this body
grateful

Making Believe does not bring Truth closer

Opening hearts and minds

to rivers flowing from mountains to seas

and through the air from seas to mountains

and to green living leaves and desert sand awakening

to set us free from the worlds in which we believe

so we might choose what heals and furthers

this communion of life

may

Anointed love

awake love, full of truth

guide your children

in the way of the holy spirit

delivering us from kings and priests

oppressors and predators

violence and cruelty

evil and indifference

So we may flourish

in loving kindness and compassion

knowing the joy of your presence

here with us in creation

We, the people

Hear us, worldly powers

surrender to the will of the people

all the people

not just some of the people

all the people

Listen

hear what we are saying

and meet our needs

for we are the reason you exist

and you have lost the way

The time of atonement is now

and nothing is too big to fail or fall

you are facing dissolution and transformation

people realize you are a destructive illusion

subject to our acceptance or rejection

We, the people

accept responsibility for your existence

we are making amends to our mother’s body

the air, the water, the earth, the fires of life

creating alternatives your the rule of power over

I will not lose you.

I will not lose you.  I will find you and offer myself to you without reservation, Beloved.  My life is your creation.  Within its span you come to me as lover and as another.  I leave us to you.  I leave us to you to transform.

I am human awaking from a violence seeking your mercy for the community of life.  I supported systems and ideas and ways which harm and enslave humanity and life.  I am sorry for what I did in ignorance and arrogance to others and myself.  Forgive me as I forgive others so I may heal journeying the way of becoming while being your love in life.

I am not worthy of the love calling us to be and become as it guides me in the world.  God lives in me. Christ lives in me.  Buddha lives in me.  The past lives in me.  The present lives in me.  The future lives in me.  These are the relations.  I live in them and they live in me, creation without end.

I did not lose you.  Offering self to you, Beloved, I found you.  Life is your creation.  I  come to you as lover and other for you to transform.

Coming Into Being

Coming Into Being

It is not by chance that we come to be

nor by design

but by love which makes hope possible.

Love pouring itself out in hope

that we may awaken and in awakening

know our true nature.

Love, confident of its ability

to transform wreckage into heaven

is the seed’s seed.

We are lovers, fruit of hope

coming to be the Beloved’s intended

chosen and choosing

from among the possibilities

burning with love’s light.

If We Cannot See Good

If we cannot see good within the other
if we cannot see love in the other
we will not find it in ourselves
for in the end, we are one.

We come to journey a way that heals
our relationship to creation, to Creator
or so I hope

clearing the path so those who follow
can see the signs and choose
the way of loving kindness and compassion.

Everything exists as center of the universe
as the Beloved living and witnessing everything.
When we acknowledge this presence
Love guides our opening and transformation.

At peace, we are the longed for healing
and the spirit of life flows through us.

Humbling

stumbling, falling into conflict, struggling

forgetting for a moment or a time

impermanence and interdependence

thinking I must be, I must be.

a wind stirred cedar, a squirrel sitting

on a slowly decomposing granite boulder

eating sunflower seeds left by loving hands

beneath the tree’s spreading limbs

a transient vehicle for a transforming journey

this complex body, mind and spirit

a beautiful convenience for love’s expression

ancestors and descendants made one in spirit

a medicine becoming communion

and healing balm for the suffering

a community of being and becoming

flowing freely through earth and air

even as life suffers in silent unity

while the dogwood and cherry flower

the Beloved sets us free, guiding us

on this dream crossed journey

discovering love’s true nature

There is nothing I need be but Love’s.

Loving Measures

In mystery,

Mother Earth nurses us.

We live at creation’s breast.

Crow opens a plastic bag for food inside.

Another glides into the lot searching for more.

They stand together at a roof’s verge

Survey the comings and goings in the street.

A man carries a large cardboard box on a black bicycle.

The crows are joined by another pair.

A fifth perches in a nearby tree.

First one then all take to air.

The cloud fingered sky holds their flight

invisibly swirling around their winged bodies.

The wings, the eyes, the dirt full of life

bodies of water, air and emptiness,

consciousness of holy ones

touching spirits and minds

all measures of a loving mystery.

Coming Into Being

It is not by chance  that we come to be

nor by design

but by love which makes hope possible.

Love pouring itself out in hope

we may awaken

and in awakening know our true nature.

Love, confident in its ability

to transform wreckage into heaven

is the seed’s seed.

We are lovers

fruit of hope

becoming the Beloved’s intended

choosing from among the possibilities

which the universe arrays

to be the light of love.

Naked Myrtles

The wind has died down

rain falls straight to the ground.

It is mid-morning but the night’s lights are still on.

The crepe myrtles stretch naked, sand and tan

wet and content in their perfection.

The gray day burns with life.

All its forms burning in the rain.

And the rain is earth’s burning breath

adding fuel to the fire

feeding the flame.

Plucked from Death’s Grasp

It is a miracle we have any consciousness at all.  We were plucked from death’s grasp by a love we could not imagine.  We have many chances to become at peace with what gives us life. 

Whatever your intention, Beloved, I am for it.  I place myself at your mercy.  Love and compassion are all that I have to rely on.  I am not worthy and you come to me, healing me and setting me free to find you in myself and others.  You are in each of us and all of us together whether we are aware or not. 

You do not cease to be because we deny your existence.  All paths on this journey lead to you though they pass through suffering and despair.  I open to the beauty of your presence.  I open to the great mystery in this moment.  I give myself and all of us to this communion that we may all know your love and dwell in it becoming as you intend for us to be.  There is a right relationship for each of us in this phenomenal creation.  This is the beauty way on the journey.  There is truth with every breath.  Here is the holy spirit guiding us in every situation.

None have the right to take a life except to eat and only after giving thanks for nurturing food and its creator.  None have the right to harm the creations.  The great mystery nurtures creation’s creatures, minds and spirits with loving kindness and compassion. 

Finding peace within, I become peace in creation.  I am a human with many streams of consciousness flowing through me, manifesting and re-manifesting in body, mind and spirit.  Many are of us are occupied by roles and beliefs.   Some of us are listening carefully to what each role and belief is expressing.  We are not the voices or the beliefs but the one who hears and responds with healing grace.  We are the ones pointing beyond ourselves to a lover who knows no bounds to love.

We choose the world in which we live.  I choose to live in a world where the elements are relations and humans beings are awakening.  I choose to live in a world where life is sacred and every tree and rain drop is holy.  I live in a world dissolving in rain, nursing on Earth.  A world discovering its connection to life, its true nature.  I live in a world finding its way to peace in the presence of a great mystery.  I live in a world where the holy spirit, the spirit of life touches every spirit.