The existence
-------of existence
-can be sometimes too much

If the change is not happening now
it's because we don't believe it is.
And vice versa

Change occurs
when we think it is possible

(Frames of thought)

It happens 'cos it
happens when it
happens

Cloud cover.

It's all very simple

But try telling that
to the complicated people.

(Bye Bye the Sky)

the stars are speaking---tears to us

Cloud cover whole

My forefathers above
the forerunners of Me

a misappropriation
of an understanding

This Is It!

Here.
Now.

mountain landscape night clouds

ever changing same

no-one really says anything
(of anything)
but that which reflects
their own limited
time and space
(as their own limited time and space is reflected in them)
Until the inward
transcendence
here
Now
Alive
Be

(nothing more to say)

we live by our own ideas-
-----------of possibility-
-of what can be done in life-
------------(and what can't)

Love/God
---is everywhere
-----we are open to seeing it

------Life
------does
------not
------Die

There is
a bliss
here
needs no
seeking

(There is
a bliss
here
waiting for you)

LIFE GOES ON

In life and death

------Yes

LIFE GOES ON


--You live with what you think is possible
Endless possibility
---(if you are open to such)

God has no sides,
--------takes none,
---Is all of them
--------------as One

things stand for things
--but they are also
-----just things

We are all "neurotic"
-It is the nature of
-----individuality

-fluid
Solidifies
Mistake

Can we even see
without walls?

Shall we leave
the whole world blind
Or shall we leave
the world behind?
the world of things that are not suited
the world of thoughts in minds we've looted,
Shall we leave the whole world blind
or think of words So
convoluted
wishes that are
not quite suited
shall we leave
before we've started
coming, love
have you departed(?)
coming, love
we come to find
it's here we leave
the world behind

Now is no separation

We build the walls
because we think
it would be better.
We can't see
over them
anymore
Our constructions
they are so good
Built
to the highest
modern
standard
of cement
and bricks
and wall-ness...

We have built
some pretty good walls

and this is where we are-
inside them-
outside them
running up the cracks
of them
They are
our brainchild
our brain children
these walls
of the world and mind.
Our walls exist
We cannot see
we see, we see?
We cannot see.

Bliss; forever ourselves fooled

There is
nothing

Nothing to see
Nothing to do
Nothing to be

So we make ideas
solid
to live by

we can't see through.


Living by the ideal
the anti-ideal
the 'embracing both and
letting them dissolve'
ideal

we make our worlds we
live by

when there

is

wonderfully

space
no space

time
no time

nothing to do
nothing to say
nothing to be

nothing to be- or see- but this.

It

Is What Is

There
Is
No
One-
Sided
Coin

Awaken to what is
------Without effort
------------------See.

pen strokes I made
------that apparently say

------------------something

We live our own stories

----collective,

-------personal

walls are there

----------stories

come down

----------stories

come down

webs of fantasy
----------to hold us in
--from the beautiful wonderful nothing
-------------------there
----------------actually is

-my spirit body moves
--------through bodily paces
----not mine
----------but social
------------------graces
-------spiritual
-----------faces
spirit body moves
----------through bodily paces

-sea wave seas

down and round and
------------over
---------------onto me

sea and world and
------------changelings

------even unto me

you can have a
blank canvas
but do you know
that it recedes further-
back into the white?
Back into the white bright light
like a sunction back to point
anti-shadow?
Well it does
and there's actually beautifully
very little to do-
just a stroke or two
of being, you, yes.

no answers
and no-one to give them

no wishes
and no-one to wish them

no dishes
and no-one to miss them

no-one to kiss them

leave them
left
behind

This is in response
----to everything we once knew
--of anything.

live in God
and God will live in you

subtle signposts

nothing but beautiful nothing,
wave upon wave of beautiful nothing

I do believe there isn't
I don't believe there is

is
is
is