"Music Download"

I download my heart into you
that I might see who I am

thank you for allowing
my Self to sit safely in your embrace

while I compose myself
in time, once again, to rejoin

the song of eternity
in our heart

"Invitation to Tea"

Will I ever be able to lovingly accept
my insanity of the dream separation?

I have arrived at the concrete
core of my unwillingness

and I can but shrug my shoulders
in disbelief that this part of me

still wants the illusion more
that truth. Perhaps this is

a deep fear, an underground cavern
of terror not yet uncovered by the Holy Spirit.

In that case I think I will
just sit here and have a nice

cup of tea and rest while the Spirit
in me prepares the way

for gentle awakening.

"Or Not"

How can resistance itself satisfy me
when I could have both the resistance
and what I am resisting?

What if resistance was simply
the power grid switching on
the searchlight of truth

and by allowing both I
am set free from always
having to chose?

Today I step away from
the illusion of choice for
I am already home

where happiness lives
and fear is but the
thought I can choose

happiness
or not.

"What if I Choose now?"

What if the garage was cleaned
and the old carpet disposed of and the wood refinished?

What if the paint was touched up
and everything was in its place?

What if my blog was a success
and my books were published?

What if I could run five miles
and adored my vegetables?

What if my husband surprised
me with a Tiffany bracelet?

What if my children were happy
and fulfilled and my parents on their own?

Would I be any happier than
I can be right now?

Now is where I choose my happiness
the rest is just a footnote of time.

If that thought gives you a slight
sinking feeling then you

have just come face to face
with eternity.

Eternity is the everpresent
tide of joy we ride on as

we spin our tales of living.
Now is the time to let go

and float on that swell
of delight in my bosom

that I thought was indigestion,
that unknown tickle

I feel underlying my daily
choices is who I am.

How can illusions satisfy
when I am the truth?