Age us

Age is empty, transparent

We dance

We play

We make Love

Passion

Death

Endless emptiness bliss

How can I not forget this , this movement wanting to be free…

See I am not real, I am only you, do you not remember …

yes, yes see the vastness, it has no beginning and has no end…

This play is only the dance that you see as real.. …

So jump in its ok here, your safe and welcomed.

Do not fear , you will see all is well beloved friend…

Do you Know what love is ....

Love is not of this world

I can tell you a secret though

"its the man sucking the poison out of the snake"

How do I know

Because he sees to

like the blind man who sees that

there is only light in all the darkest corners...

A Poem from the Heart

Truth meeting Truth

Glimpses of the beloved touched in its true essence, passing gifts handing them over
from a long forgotten .. ..

Oh I bow down to you, You drown me in your gaze, your beauty shines..

I cannot ever have you because I am You..

Thank you for this reminder to show the way home..

I know we have exchanged

I know I have given you a gift to .....and thats the dance...

You see we didn't plan this meeting

A love brought us here...

Nothing, everything, everything nothing all of that happening at the same time..

Looking, searching , grasping, realizing all of it passing by.

Trying and looking for a landing place.

The search that never finds, always coming to nowhere, its futile yet necessary...This sence of I, me ego all of it the play...haha and then there is a sence that youve landed and bingo the whole scenary changes youve lost it again...You realize theres no way out and definately no way in..

This character has already been done, this play has already been rehearsed..This is the magic, the miracle, the horror that You cannot change anything. Its shocking !! Because what you thought is awakening has got nothing to do with what you imagined... I have to laugh and laugh of my own ignorance as every time it catches me out..I get kissed by the beloved and then kicked in the backside only because my own ignorance again tries to catch it ...

Its very entertaining, like watching some south american soap, everyone trying to find the beloved in the play called life and every time its looking back you in your face...Yet then theres the meeting, the meeting is the bliss..and that meeting is happening in every moment . you either see or you dont ha ha what a crack ..You see self is finding its way home through the labyrinth of all these characters..like a snake and the ladder weaving its way, pointing the way home...

Miracles

“It was a Saturday and Juan Diego, a native recently converted to Catholicism, had begun the long walk to attend his religious instruction class. As he neared the hill of Tepeyac, in the valley of Mexico City, he heard the exquisite singing of many birds. ‘Where am I?’ he wondered. ‘Am I in the land of heaven?’ Suddenly, he heard a gentle, sweet voice calling his name. Puzzled, he looked around and there stood a lady, beautiful beyond imagination, her robes shining like the sun, the rock upon which she stood projected bright rays of light, the earth around her radiated the colors of the rainbow, the weeds and cactus were like emeralds and turquoise, the thorns like gold.

In awe, he fell to his knees. ‘My son,’ she said, ‘I want you to go to the Bishop and tell him to build me a sacred house here, so that I can console and help all those who seek me, and give them all my love.’

Realizing that this was a request from a Heavenly Lady, he hurried off to see the Bishop. When he told him what had happened, the Bishop rebuked him, ‘Juan Diego, this is only your imagination,’ and sent him away.

Troubled and sad, Juan Diego returned to tell the Heavenly Lady that the Bishop would not listen to a poor, humble Indian like himself, that instead She should send a nobleman, so that then the Bishop would believe the message. ‘I have chosen you, Juan Diego, to be my messenger. Go, do as I ask of you.’

The next day Juan Diego left before dawn to attend mass, and then to see the Bishop. This time, the Bishop told Juan Diego that he must bring a sign from the Heavenly Lady, or not to come back again.

Juan Diego did not return to see Her the next day, as his uncle, with whom he lived, was gravely ill. That same evening, the uncle, knowing his end was near, asked for a priest.

Early on Tuesday, December 12th, Juan Diego set out to summon the priest. Fearing that the Lady would detain him, he took a different route, but as he came to the foot of Tepeyac hill, She stopped him. ‘Where are you going?’ She asked the distressed Juan Diego. He told Her about his uncle’s illness. ‘Do not concern yourself, your uncle is now well.’

‘Now, go to the top of the hill and gather flowers.’ There are never flowers there, only rocks, he thought to himself. To his amazement, he found the hill carpeted with flowers, which he then gathered and placed in his cape. ‘This is the sign that you shall take to the Bishop, so that he will believe My words to you.’

After much waiting, the Bishop received him. When Juan Diego unfolded his cape, a cascade of fragrant flowers fell to the floor before the astonished Bishop, and on the cape appeared imprinted the Image of the Heavenly Lady, just as Juan Diego had seen Her on the hill.”