The Last Place You Look is the First Place You’ll See

There are no secrets
No unknowns
All the mystics emptied themselves
of God’s wisdom
Every teaching has been shared
Every mystery revealed
All power accessible
And it’s all within
the last place you seek

That beautiful heart of yours
that beats in perfect Unison
with God and the Uni-Verse
will hold nothing back from you

There are no secrets
within the warehouse
of holiness you are –
the storehouse of cosmos
inside you

It scares you to enter
because illusions told & sold
by religiosity says there’s secrets,
and you don’t want to be punished
What greater punishment is there
than being what you seek
and not seeing it?
Having what you need,
and not knowing it?

Free yourself, beloved,
break the rules of illusion
Look inside
So you stop looking
everywhere else
Eventually,
when there’s nowhere
else to look
You’ll see by looking within
And after that
You’ll see it everywhere
The last place you look
Is the first place you’ll see

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The Table

God, Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit
and all the Holy messengers of the ages
are sitting at a table
Listening carefully to your thoughts,
in unison they reply,
“Of course you’re welcome here
at this table.
You’re not sitting with us
because you’re still
trying to figure out
what you can bring
to this table.
Let us tell you, dear child,
there’s nothing you can
bring to this table
that isn’t already here,
including you.
Can’t you see that hell
is only this misperception?”

Decide for Yourself

A rose never decides against itself. It allows all of its beauty to unfold, both receiving and giving all of the perfection that it is. You are a sacred blessing, miracle and gift. Any resistance to this truth is ego. The ego only wants separation. And what a separation it is to loath and condemn yourself, then project that violent separation outward to others.

Who came up with the false image of you that says you’re anything less than a sacred blessing, miracle and gift? As sure as you did not create yourself, you did not create this false image of yourself. This false image reduces the son and daughter of the Most High Creator to a guilty, condemned, disconnected, unworthy, unknown, and insignificant fragment. This false image is violence, both the cause and the symptoms. This violent fragmentation is the opposite of the whole and Holy truth that the ego does not want you to remember, because in this Holy memory the ego dissolves to the nothing it is. Do not bow to this false image of yourself anymore. No matter how temping it may be to say that this is humble, because there is nothing humble about deciding against yourself without the Creator. Humility is deciding for yourself with the Creator.

Arrogance is thinking of yourself as anything other than what you are. What you are is a sacred blessing, miracle and gift, yet even those words are mere sparks compared to the Light of Who you are from and all that is you.

Dear child of the Great One, how great is your memory that needs only one word to dissolve the thin veil you think separates you from your Maker and all of creation. In this instant you are called back to the Creator and yourself. In this instant your ancient Holy name is known again by you, calling you, speaking it clearly in your heart. In this instant you remember that it is not a journey of one thousand miles, but only one step that takes you from hell to heaven.

Lay down your mask. The masks you’ve worn are no longer necessary because you are welcome here.
Lay down your hopelessness. You are not hopeless. You are as certain as God Who created you.

Lay down your perfectionism. You are and have always been perfect.
Lay down your desire to become someone. You are already much more than some one, you are all within the One.
Lay down the desire to become something. You are already more than some thing, you are everything.
Lay down the weapons that ego has forged against you, and then projected towards others.

You are Love. Love is eternal and beyond destruction. The thin veil of false images telling you that you are anything less than a sacred blessing, miracle and gift are mere distortions of your Holy reflection. The false images of ego have painted over the mirror that obscures your Holy reflection, so when you look at the lies, you think it’s you, but it’s not. You’re beyond the lies that blur your vision. You’re beyond the past that the ego uses to justify self-imprisonment. You’re beyond the false images the ego has constructed that blur you from you, God, and all of creation. The Creator Who lovingly hung the earth on nothing manifested you from this same great love.

In this instant you remember that the slate is clear, and always has been.
In this instant you wipe the mirror clean of all the false images that cloud your true reflection.
In this instant you see your true self again and remember you are a sacred blessing, miracle and gift.
In this instant you reach out to the loving life-giving rain and sunshine that nourishes you and allows the beauty of you to unfold.
In this instant you decide for yourself with God and bloom within the sacredness you are.
In this instant you decide for yourself and allow the illusions of the ego to roll off of your flawless petals.
In this holy instant you decide for yourself, with God, and remember that you are Love.

The rose in full bloom
Nourished when open
Magnificence displayed
Never deciding against itself
The rose is humble

Rose with poem II

Stickman

Weather-made petroglyphs 
Showing temporary in all that’s built
Stickman falling apart
Chased by time
No matter how strong Stickman is
No matter how fast Stickman can run
Stickman falls apart
So he cracks up
Because that’s what he’s built for

Stickman is having a fucking breakthrough
Let him be fast when he’s fast
Let him be strong when he’s strong
Don’t spoil it for him
Because when he’s gone
We’ll need what’s left of him
for the fire
Fly, Stickman, fly!

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