Mountains Misted Over

[Guest guest]

Now, NOW, THIS Morning,

the Sun saw fit to taste Me.

Opening into a Bliss Unidentifiable

and Off-the-charts of anyone or thing,

some "Something" had me pull open

and up and rolling UP,

That maroon Venetian blind that held

that held the Beloved as a Mountain,

The Beautiful, Beloved One

as Two Mountains sitting Still,

Or, seemingly so, oh! just so seemingly

slowly so, IT appeared.

Really real misty-like,

and that's just a flimsy description,

The Emeraldness, the Utter Absinthe-ness,

Some Pernod with a twist colored Green,

YES, yes to all of this, and still,

but still, of course, STILL,

STILL to This! Still taking a pick-axe

to Our Hearts and giving that.

We gladly lift this Mountain

with just One Smile of, "O*K*A*Y Noooww."

Straight-Shot by God, i am just a puddled-up

has been for Beloved, Beloved's Has-Been.

But OH! How He Loves to make it all so Real

again and again, hence, the Commencement,

Good God of Everything

that's so Funeral-like, and i Laughing then,

and this Zen of chortling at the corpses

going Home to play again.

Chuckling ahead of the concept

of Unchuckleability being valid,

i lift into a launched sequence of

'let's talk about it...and ah,"

And You, and He, and We are so cocooned again

into Zenless Adyashanti' clear Zen,

lifted UP and sundered, assaulted Lovingly

with Laughter by Benevolent Utter Beauty.

Beautiful Bags of floating Bliss,

like Ricky Fitz SAW, and He became It!

We and so the Suchness of even saying

this into Fruition and Seeds,

we are sowing, growing, sipping into Seeds

so fertile they are blooming,

blossoming across the rended time warp

that we and Thee and Linda Saw,

Saw and Became and always were

and Forever will be whatever Is, IS,

Dearest Darling Angel Baby giver of Bliss,

we sigh to change Anything.

And so we stand here, just blathering, oh!

so Oh so Beautifully of Beloved, Aaahh! ALLAH!

Aaaahness is Awareness sometimes

when That Awe is So sewn into the Heart!

Soooo, Oooohh, so NOW is that singular opening

into Light, Lifting i, Liberating Us,

and Thou, and Linda the Little golden Lotus,

golden and blue and white!

We might as well just get our walking sticks

and pack a little Lunch,

for This Rendezvous is so engraved

into the Fabric of Existence, Ours, All,

That we are right now wending along

that Marin trail, KISSING God! God!

Buttercupping Kissing and Carousing so Sweetly!

Can't You hear the sweetness

of hailing only "Allah, Allah, Allah," Yes?

Beloved warrior-mine, my brave soldier

into the Love Foray that Kills,

and dying into Love is the ONLY way

to leave this mortal form intact,

avoidance of the fragmentation that can occur

to anyone shattered-scattered, Ack!

Gizmo's of Gladness, Blips on the Screen

of my Heart, Bliss-Unending,

All the Winery-fed Madness is Now spilling

down that mountain here.

A thousand incarnations as anybody

has not stopped US! NOT US! Ha! Yah!

Graciousness of Shams' Sun is feeding me

this Nowness of this Morning,

and i am so Undone into the Wedded

Blended Mirrors colliding-crashing,

What Else my Darling One, Beloved One,

but This: Surrender Is Everything

and surrender is absolutely Nothing,

for we can never DO,

just BE Done AS and Is and For

and Because, and Never any reason 'Cause,

We Are the Cause of All-Causality,

and That Which seeks a pinprick,

opened chink-linkless Linking into Everything

All That Love Holds Up and Ooohhh.

Flowers are still blooming around

this old milkweed plant, and WOW!

everything is so Synchronistically Touching,

Crushing, Kissing Me! Kissing Thee!

Beloved, this is the Mountain

making Thou and i into His Omming Oh!

Oh well, we always Knew that God,

that Wonderful One, would Drown Us...

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

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[Guest guest]

, "Mazie Lane" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:

 

[snip]

> Beautiful Bags of floating Bliss,

> like Ricky Fitz SAW, and He became It!

 

And Ricky Fitz saw that he *was* It

And never anything else *but* It!

 

This was to this mind the clearest presentation

of Self realization to ever grace the silver screen.

 

[snip]

> Love,

> Mazie

 

Obviously!

 

love--jody.