stopped on a dime
there is some endless and lost sun
shining in ecstasy, shining forever
there through your eyes
i have noticed this fragrant abode,
this mountain of still magic
this place standing taller than time
through one who has come undone
standing still, my swing has stopped
motionless screaming in delight
of things known thru all ages
of things felt thru all time
of you who i know now
and will always love
i am stopped on a dime
i am suspended in a place
of living time
Within
WITHIN
The world resides within me.
All the stars,
the wind
the sunshine
the moonglow
resting
and moving,
within ? my ? breath
Joanne
May 2006
Yet another adventure, with a free pass to enter
An Adventure
There is an adventure, greater than any other, which takes no plane, no ship, and requires no ticket to enter.
There is a place, my friends, to fly with no wings, to rest without sleeping and to journey without walking. Having only one requirement, which is to enjoy, I ask you, “Do you remember having the heart of a child?”
Do you remember the delight of a swing as we strove to pump ourselves higher and higher, jumping through the air and laughing with glee to fly weightless and free for only one brief second?
Read MoreComfortable With Existence
The other day I was admiring the view, open sky, ocean beyond, the verdant earthy profusion after the recent rains, and as I was appreciating how magnificent it all is, a distant hawk caught my sight.
I looked at this free flyer, and I wanted it to approach closer.
Then I thought this bird has excellent eyesight, and can see me perfectly well;
and as soon as that thought entered, he flew right over me, close enough
to completely gaze at one another.
I mean it really made me laugh, for here was awareness and instantaneous connection at its best.
The bird has come before, especially when it senses I am comfortably
locked into contentment, and just silently glides along,
performing an in tune rhythmic dance replicating how I feel.
Between the Words of Living
There’s a Minor Chord playing, that suggests some kind of Longing, Aloneness.
There’s a Major Seventh that paints Expanses of Sky with Openness and Majesty, the Wanderings of Clouds, the Ease of Distance.
A Suspended Fourth opens the Sunrise with Possibility and Magic, sparkles of Friendly Firelight.
A Dominant Seventh suggests the Quirky Sass of Twelve-Bar Blues, inbued with its Sweet, Inherent Workingman’s Lament.
When all chords have stopped, you pause at the silent fireplace of Creation as its flames transform the Waves of Breath into the Vapor of Pure Consciousness. You arrive at the Still Point of Who You Are.
The Music of the Moment once again fills the empty space between the Words of Living.
Reflections
Like a glance in a lake
I see my face
like the ugly duckling
for the first time
Like a baby’s smile unlined no guile
I see myself like it’s for the first time
When I’m with you I’m finally free of the doubts that hold me back… relaxed.
My deepest longings are fulfilled in truth.
I see my sweetest reflections in you.
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