Let the love
just let you do it
though you say, “UGGGH!”
and doubt
you have the needed strength
to get you through it.

Give to yourself
and your own hand
a gentle stroke,
a little kiss,
your mustered gratitude
for all you have,
a knowing and an attitude
that lays the bedrock confidence
that plenty’s yours
and naught’s amiss,

and, as on a wonder journey nautical,
good things will come
from port, from stern,
from starboard, aft,
even if you pause
for a sabbatical,
from oh so very many ways,
if you could even
dream them all
you’d deeply smile
and let out
one big belly laugh,

to see the possibilities ahead
that you can stream,
and the invincibility
that’s on your team,
that brings in view
a better, brighter life
for you. . .

one which you
really, truly always had,
but could not feel,

since you felt sure
life needed to be strife for you
and you really could not see
to wield the deep and vasty power
made manifest
there, here,
all right through you,

though wielding it
was a capacity
that lurked there asleep
inside of you
from the time that
now seems long ago
since your earth birth,
with skill
that you have always had,

and, which,
in the brilliant light of knowing it,
you now
still have.

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Love your time.
And truly cherish it–
It’s the only stretch
in which
you’re apt to know
the true sublime.

And, while it may yet
span forth immemorial,

the present moment
is in a stream of other present moments,
each there to nudge aside
its dear forbear,

in a subtle way that is quite gentle,
but firm enough in its insistence,
the one before it
there in line
can’t help but yield
in such a way
that cannot help but perish it.

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Pssssst. . . Friends–
Blessings in your courage
And courage through your blessings,
The places, the people, the processes. . .
the knowing,
the logic,
the intuition,
the wild goose guessings. . .

Some bring you challenge–
some bring you ease.

And wishing you strength
that will sure take you there,
with grace and with balance
to that very place
you most want to go–
no matter where. . .

it may be quick–
it may take long. . .

Psst. . . shhh. . .
receive. . .

Then pass on
this prayer,
and ask those you pass to
too, to
pass it on.

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your every imperfection. . .

and, to the rich
and gorgeous well
of your own self,
closely attend
at each leg on your road
and, too, at every intersection–

no matter what
and the very course of life
come to insert,
as malicious or unconscious
with their distracting
interjections. . .

this seeming brass cacophony,
though it does not sound the best,
is but a symbol
for the jumbledness
of the One
true and perfect love,
which stands among the best
of philharmonic symphonies,
which our Universe exists to be. . .

And It,
in fact,
are We
(there is no They),
each person, beast,
and sprout of green
and stone of gray,

in our
as yet unrecognized
all part of God’s quite pure perfection–

And our key task
to manifest this recognition
requires not so much
a grand overhaul correction,
as a claiming
and releasing
of the Light
that we already are,

so we can slowly grow to shine
ever more brilliant
than our best imagined star,
until we
quite bright reflections
of the very Source of brilliance
not only are,
but also show ourselves to be-
quite superbly shiningly.

The simple stretch we need to make
to part the clouds
that block this Truth
is not so hard or far,

for we were born
as perfect sculpted channels
of the Light,
which optimize
in all directions
Its perfect, undiluted distribution,
while calming bending and refraction.

And this firm fact
can soon be brought
into plain sight–

once we open to the process
that allows us
feel and wield
our awe-inspiring
depth and height broadness,

as we breathe in such a way
that both
allows the flow
and feeds our keen
from the get-go,
so we with grace and ease can take
the necessary actions.

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Close your eyes. . .

breathe deep into the dark
+++++of your heart’s throbs
+++++and constant flow
+++++of your pulsing, warm insides. . .

Let them fully know
the obstacle–
a long unseen,
but felt,
locked door–

What is the key?–

Be very still,
so you can see
and hear and feel
your here-now, living body breathe,

And sink back in,

each time you float
straight back on up
with each nagging, errant thought,
or bursting sneeze–

Return into
your natal realm
of vibrancy
and ease–

you can feel
and see it there,
the key to loose
that locked tight door,
the portal
from the place
where you now are
to the place
you want to be.

And, no matter
what shape key it is,
stretch or bend,
whatever it takes,
your best,
best effort
to extend. . .

no matter that,
for doing so,
you may be teased
by someone else–
(that’s bad enough)–

or worse,
by some greedy inner voice
in you,
that wants
to you trip you up–

Just go ahead!–
Let fingers grip,
and lift your hand up
high enough
to stick that key
into that creaky knob. . .

And if it seems
too hard to turn,
just act “As if. . .”–

For although
your keen, oiled
former skill
may by now have
grown plenty rust,

if you poke
that heartfound key straight in
and jiggle it ’round,
then soon or late,
that magic motion,
from trust and
ample practice
has a chance
to get refound. . .

So set your mind
on that small key
and use it every day,

though maybe comes
high water,
or the fire of hell,
you have unlocked that door
to breach that place
that in some way,
you always were,
some seven levels up.

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At every opportunity
Stretch out
a little hand…

For you know not
how soon may be
the consequent
egress of doubt
from the heart
that feels it
on the other end,
in some woman, child or man.

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A wooded walk–
not one just pulled
from daily stock–
all seemed so still. . .

until I heard a muffled ruffle. . .

and looking up,
I saw
the freshly landed
feathers settle
on the wings
of an overlording,
staring hawk.

No need for cameras
or other modern gadgets of recording. . .

in cautious awe,
I pass right under,
but ever mindful
of this eyeful warning–

kind of a stimulating way
to start my morning.

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