A group of people all alone
with each other,
plenty of time on our hands.

A lovely isolation!
A light exchange of love with no agenda
and no need to try to please.

Each person in their own world,
each person riding high
on their own journey anyway.

Each person quietly knew
what was wanted from each other,
and it was easy to let it go.

Each person won a secret prize
it was just what was needed.
It was paradise.

Just a gentle reminder
of love and joy, in solitude,
at Desolation Sound.

No longer alone with the moon, holy mother is reborn in our hearts.

 She bows in deep reverence to each radiant particle of life.
She lies down with the mighty earth.
She presses her lips to the holy ground.
She lets the water wash over her soft bosom.
She feels the warmth of the sun on her lovely body.
She bathes in the silent wilderness of the heart.
She dances in communion with the blessed soul of pure joy.

"Now!" She says, "You can love each other again."
"Now!" She says,
"You are no longer alone with the moon mirrored on the water."

 Do we care what our ancestors thought?
Do we know that we are part of the sweep of time?
Do we know that we are responsible for the follow through?
Have we traveled the vast horizon?
Are we following the sun?
Is the sun a metaphor for wisdom?
Is wisdom a metaphor for the brain?
Or is the brain an even vaster universe to travel in,
a transmitter and a receiver of thought waves.
And we get to choose our own means of transit, our own thoughts,
slipstreaming behind super hero meditators
for just the hardest parts of the journey.

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Out on the still ocean bay
just the gentlest sweep of the oar
was all that was needed to move on the water.

 I was surprised at how easy it was
to tune in to the boat and the water
to become a kind of "one" with the sea.

I felt that I knew this feeling from another time
How could I know when I had never done this before?
Where did this deep knowing come from?

The slow quiet pace of the canoe
was so sweet an experience
like being with an old familiar life-long friend.

I loved the boat and the oar and the water
like a mother or a father loves their home
but how could this be? And who can tell me? 

If we have no control over who it is we love
can I say that I take love seriously?
But none of the archetypes work for me anymore.
Love must become something new.
Love must let my heart be free.

And if I take love seriously
I must leave it alone to forge its own path.
I must let go of love.

Ah! How I want to let possessive love go
to be free of love's possessive grasp
to find my own original moments.

Love can take care of itself. Love is a big child now.
When that love grew up I left home. I'm gone now.
It won't be easy for that love to find me.
I keep looking over my shoulder
to make sure I am not being followed.

Now all I want is Joy.
Joy is my natural companion.
I love joy and I am glad and I am thankful
for joy's generosity and abundance
and for joy's endless potential.

 I must be alone with you
but, please, don't expect me to stay.
From one moment to the next
I don't really know where I'll be.

But I realize that we learn with each other
and sometimes it takes two
to get really important things done.
I remember well.

But, still, I must think I am alone for maximum stillness
after that Big Bang and the Black Hole give way
to one of those beautiful white holes in time
that I am heading toward.

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Nobody knows how you touched me.
We were alone together
for those small moments of simple joy.

That was all we needed.
Now we can carry on
alone again and not together.

I'm through with mortal confinement.
I can ignore human nature.
Human frailty is not for the dancer.

Take me away from it.
Take me out to the very edge of existence.
I want to look back from there.

Perhaps that will be the perspective I yearn for.
From here it seems like freedom; the pinnacle of free spirit.
Freedom for my mind to roam the vast horizon.

Freedom that beckons the heart
and pleads with us to listen to it's plaintive cry,
calling for communion at the outer reaches of discovery and wonder.

 There we travel to meet each other:
To exchange our lonely cry for songs
weaving resonance and illumination.

It was hard to pull away.
It is always hard to pull away when it is time to go.
Especially when feelings have been so engaged.
But the pain can be magnificent too.

The touch was magnetic.
I didn't want to let go, but I had to.
The thought that made me feel I must pull away
that I truly honor.

The power of the attraction.
The force of the pull together
rejuvenated by the pull apart.
The thought gives me power.

This time, the thought is, I believe,
I must move freely with trust.
It's the improvisation that I want. I love the flight
and the tender stillness from which it springs.

Nothing satisfies me more.
It is the engagement I yearn for.
It's where my joy sits, smiling at the world:
Sitting and waiting, for that moment of movement to move me.

It is inevitable. It speaks to me.
And I trust it more than anything else.
I am moved by its every deflection.
There, I embrace this divine love, the foundation of my life.

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When I had to go, I ran down the stream
picking up speed as I leapt from rock to rock.

I watched as I flew and I knew, as I touched each stone
with just the tip of my toe, that I was safe from a fall.

When the rock moved, I would be gone in my flight.
It was a dance of balance and grace, of inner stillness.

The stillness, at energy's source, flowed through me.
I felt in tune and safe.

This was delight blended with courage.
This was honoring truth, I know now and I will know forever.

I had been alone for so long,
I could not imagine living a sweet and happy life
with a gentle, loving man. I knew I might get restless!

Now I have found a mighty champion of the world
to share my companionship. And, definitely,
someone who doesn't need to curtail my freedom.

I couldn't stay with someone
who's only guarantee is sweet fidelity
since I know this divine love fills the cosmos.

Divine wisdom is my true patron, my lover, my friend.
I love being alone, yet not alone, in this sacred marriage.
The inter-play is communion, laughter, conversation, poetry, music.

I treasure this sense of adventure, this sense of ceremony.
I feel like a precious stone washed against other precious stones
to a high polish. Quid pro quo.

I celebrate the rarefied life that has unfolded for me,
in my ivory tower looking out on my beautiful world.
I am humbled by the magnificence of the people I have met.

What I'm coming to is that the ones I stay with
offer a magnificent reality
to hold my unending interest.

Right now my unending interest is held by the world of thought.
I can't get enough concentration on the sublime energy of thought.
Nothing attracts me more.

I feel that God really is accessible and I want more.
I want to see myself from God's point of view.
It's been a long time coming.

From God's point of view I am one with infinite intelligence.
It is the greatest shift of thinking I have ever experienced.
When I get it, it is totally delicious.

Every time I get it, my senses fill with a glow of love and joy.
The glow washes over me, swirling in and out of me.
And my heart expands to overflowing.

Then I must have a cup of tea and think about it, until I long for it again.
And, then, I want to see the memory reflected in everything and everyone.
It is so easy and wonderful to share the joy that it brings.

It brings me to realize that if I am happy with this very moment, now,
nothing in the past should be changed, because everything brought me

to where I am now.

And when I think of now, what I think is who I really am.
The thoughts I have about myself, and everything
that I think is outside myself, is really just what I think it is.

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That is the way to quality control of life: The magic of creation.
What we think we are doing is what we are doing,
every moment is the process of creation.

The trick is in our ability to see ourselves exactly in the present,
as it flows onto the next moment, precisely.

It takes practice to sort through the swirling thoughts
to a place of stillness and observation.
But it's about time we learned to do it right. Don't you think?

We are one with God
and, yet, we carry on speaking to God
as if God is someone else.

What if God is just our point of view? Imagine we are on God's side,
looking back at ourselves as someone else?

Wouldn't we laugh!
Wouldn't we think we were sweet little innocents
who often make silly fools of ourselves?

Seriously, folks, it's time we took a good look
at what we have created
for the image and likeness of God.

We see ourselves as small and God as vast.
We see the earth as small and the cosmos as vast.
We see our use of the brain as small and our potential as vast.

Isn't this saying something interesting about where we are?
I think we are growing into ourselves as we evolve.
We are the only species with more brainpower than we use.

I believe there are many good people for whom the world is worth saving.
I believe in believing "the kingdom is within."
I believe we can create paradise in our own lives.

And that is just the start of my celebration of the power of believing.

I'm glad I'm not alone with the moon.
I need every particle of life that sustains me.
Every person I meet is my connection.

But the intimate yearning of the heart is so fragile.
To see it requires a ritual of intimacy
that one doesn't find every day.

Everyone is there, in that vulnerable place,
in touch from the fragile heart and soul
on this journey of mankind through vast infinity and ingenuity

to shimmering joy,
to brilliant bliss,
to communion.

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Heaven & nature sings.
Rejoice in the glory of love.

The trouble with a pantheon of gods is that they are preoccupied
and hierarchical. This makes it very difficult for me
to use my creative imagination freely, without the oppression
of belief that was formed before I had a chance
to get to work on the subject!
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It takes a life long dedication for the individual
to unravel these pictures of belief. The sense of liberation
that comes from seeking truth makes me rejoice
in my effort to achieve liberation from over-arching structures
created by culture. So the effort is its own reward.
I guess that is what growing up is really all about:
Each individual playing their own special part in pushing the limits of experience
toward achieving the greater potential for the whole of evolution.

And, I guess, that's why all those political theologians
of the Holy Roman Empire came to use their power
to destroy all expressions of the ancient wisdom schools of Europe.
Now we are doing it again to those old structures of thought,
through the marriage of religion and science!

As a matter of fact, we seem to have done so well,
through the methods of science, that we are generally feeling more generous
in our re-evaluation of the roots of all religions.
Still, osmosis is the great culprit in our struggle for freedom.
What we absorb from the depth of experience can not be measured
and there is the ultimate catch22:
Assimilation, solidarity, community, and transcendence: Kingdom come.

Ergo, I am completely responsible for the application
of my analytical power, based on empirical observation,
combined with an intuitively improvised art of perception,
to cut through to the essence behind the images
that have been formed by and for ritual communication (and ultimate crowd control).

I've noticed that I must choose a specific reference point!
This leads to ritual; and one has to continually be aware
that ritual is a means to an end and not the end in itself.
The end is to be free and original.

One of the empirical truths I've noticed
is that when people express their soul/being, in freedom,
they voice the same truth, across the world.
It's all about communion, ecstatic and intimate, with bliss.

And, I am very polite when I project my inevitable archetypes
on infinite intelligence.

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After allocating a good amount of time every day in praising "glory",
I feel so expansive and free.

No wonder great saints, spiritual masters and poets, like RUMI,
spent their time in praising glory. It is such a beautiful thing to do.
It leads me to feel that I really am "out there", "in heaven".
I have a powerful feeling that I am meant to be all inclusive.
I feel it in a way that is different from thinking it.
It's as though my thinking and feeling are trying to come together,
but the thought hasn't crystallized fully enough just yet.
I reach for a fresh perspective and I get there for a fleeting instant.
I guess it comes back to continually seeking to overcome
the dualism that our culture practices so relentlessly.

But, anyway, where was I? Oh! Yes!
I feel my best results come when I express my gratitude to infinite intelligence.
I think expression of gratitude is the most powerful means
of reaching out to another and it brings a great acceptance.
Gratitude is always appreciated,
(especially by infinite intelligence, which has the means to express its full value.)

The experience, instantly, comes full circle, back to the act of sending the thought.
Then I can feel it on the vaster scale, which unifies me with everything.
Just taking a moment to stop and "identify" infinite intelligence
is like using the brain as a tuner; a transmitter and receiver.
Holding any thought with full commitment gives the power needed
to send the thought through every cell in the body and out to the ends of the cosmos.
That's what we can do when we put the focus and the intention together.
Then we can turn on our receivers to listen with our whole being to the resonance.

That is basically what "superhero" meditators do.
That's how they become so happy and loving and nonjudgmental and joyful.
When you get to that place of resonance, no other attitude is respectable.
The resonance is so great that it can't be fully contained
with all of the attention that we can give to it in one moment.
So, the best way to manage this intensity is to find a level
where we can keep it constant, in consecutive moments,
because it is a never ending fountain of joy and bliss. Never-ending!

My heart is beating right now with the great excitement of having tuned in
as I was describing the process. I can barely type! Oh! This is always so amazing!
I feel such intense energy rushing through me.
When it gets like this I just don't know what to do, except just hold on and stay calm.
I shiver with the energy! And, I continue to want to share it with others.

This is the purpose of singing and writing for me.
It is the practice of my growing courage to reach out to everything and everyone, with love,
even those with whom I have struggles.
At points like this I feel that I am really connected to the great energy of love and joy.
And the quality of my relationships with my audience leads here.
When I write from the memory of my favorite experiences, with others,
the resonance helps me to focus my thoughts.

This is one of my surest means of keeping the quality of the flow going,
from person to person, over the consecutive moments.
I believe this is what happens in my concerts.
We all, together, enter this "sanctuary" and we can acknowledge being in love, with each other,
in as many ways as there is insight and courage and subtle agreement.

I sit here in my room and I feel the most sublime connection with the whole cosmos
through taking myself into these thoughts.
Writing it down acts as a support for me.
I can go a little further, perhaps, and I won't completely float away,
because my fingers anchor me.
It is not easy to keep this intensity up all the time! It's a great sleeping tonic!
In my waking hours it is the ritual I use everyday, as the foundation of my reality.
The more I perform this subtle little sacred ritual, the greater is the energy I experience.

 It begins with actually spending time expressing simple gratitude,
to infinite intelligence, for the wonder of life.
From there, it is an improvisation, flowing through giving thanks
for the privilege of experiencing this wonder.
I give thanks from the bottom of my heart!
I feel recharged in every cell of my body and my spirit is renewed.

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