Being a Dandelion Blown Into God's Eye-Sky

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Wanting to make this fast and simple and succinct,

i have a feeling that this will never reach that goal.

 

i feel my Head starting to go into its Open-bowled mode.

Oh Yes, it does that all too often, and Whoa Baby! You do too!

 

What a finely-tuned, and particularly Sweet Deliciousness

in dissolving, atomizing mist Am i, the SKY! God's Eye-Sky!

 

Being blown about by the Breath of Love i begin breezily being,

like a very beautiful Being, i am blown like a Divine dandelion skyhigh!

 

Looking Into Who? Into You? To You! i wonder

Who You ARE, and Me too. Are We That, of course, the Source!

 

We Are the Primal Blue Vortex of Being Absolutely Motionless

while appearing to Be in Constant Movement of Turning and Spinning

 

as planets and galaxies and comets and black holes and billboards

with big pictures of big concepts of people being thought Up

 

and brought up to believe they are something they are not.

Enough already with the Neti, Neti, Neti, get Ready, Get set, Go!

 

Let go of all you hold dear right now and imagine it never existed.

Imagine no water, no air, no fragrance, no earth, no sky, no You, no i!

 

Imagine that! You have to let go of the one who imagines all of this,

You might try something like this little play game i'll share with You.

 

First though, first off, You don't have to do anything or try anything,

or listen to anything that i say you should, could or might want to do.

 

i went out walking as i do every night into the dark evening air.

i was embraced with a brisk wind, a face-freezing burst of cold:

 

Cold as the idea that Jack London had in the story "To Build a Fire."

The farthest deepest darkest part of space was chilling the Yukon,

 

was making the day into night and night went on forever for months,

and we were just lost inside the Whitest blizzard that ever blew,

 

and we were wailing like winter-fiercesome banshees from some deep,

some mysterious land of Wonderful Freezing Ice and Storm and Weather.

 

We are surely some new kind of weather when we're together, aren't We?

What went on, keeps going on and there's Nothing Going On, dont Stop,

 

and well, It surely has knocked the daylights, my Living LampLights

right out of their naturally smoothly circling orbit of Peace and Calm.

 

i used to mind my own business and keep my mouth shut about Miracles.

i used to keep all my wonderful stories to myself, and maybe to You.

 

i used to think that what i had to say was too wild and weird to say.

i used to think that that Love was what i was living fully immersed in.

 

i used to think alot of really ignorant and uninformed things, didn't i?

"What a fucking joke" is what i want to say but i'll erase it and say,

 

i'll say something like, "Oh, Gee willikers, what a funny limerick dear!

isn't is somewhat humorous and quite the laughable little propriety,"

 

the Proper Pope of Puns that leave me spun like either cotton candy,

or spun like a crankster who's been on a seven day run, a real Rip-up!

 

i just want to whip up a little frenzied feeding off of Love! Eat up!

Feed like fish who've been without a crumb for a really long, long time.

 

What You see is what i See, and what You hear is what i Hear. Yeah.

Yeah, i'm still listening to you Baby, listening little Darlin'!

 

Coming in from the NightSky breaking into scattered memories like this,

i remain a kind of ice-caved One with Ice-eyes seeing clear back,

 

as far back as You my Lin and i in the Land of Reindeer Trees,

the Land of mystic Marvels where wandering Mystics came and found us,

 

Red-haired wild men with wild beards so woolly so fully Wild-Eyed Gods

in thin cotton lifting us with Levitation, lifting the veil of Maya!

 

Senaldit loved Iskg, and Krishna loves my Beloved and me, Us Three!

That Wonderful Scribe with Light for Ink and Eyes so Bright i die,

 

i give everything up and just lie down in the blood and die in it.

Like Attar and Hafiz i just give it all up for You, for Only You.

 

There is this sense of Destiny, of the crystal covering ice particles,

the ice and snow that flows across my face as tears and utter caring,

 

past this idea that we are not sharing every single thing we think,

do and say and where is there to go or be but inside of you and You me?

 

i warned you all way ahead of time from the very first line i wrote,

i said that this might well get so totally out of hand that You might,

 

that You really might possibly begin to enter into my Dissolution,

Into and As and Beyond comprehension, You might come and leave with Me.

 

Lift off and fall in and begin to spin in and further In, Begin, End,

and then, then Realize that this Never Ends, Never Ends, Love is Endless

 

We Are Infinitely Unfolding Into an Endlessness of Our Love Loving,

This Our Love Loving EveryOne and Everything Forever and Beyond That.

 

Simple. Isn't It? Isn't It All Just So Utterly Unbelievably Beautiful!

So Stunningly Staggeringly Astonishingly So Simply Beautiful, Beloved?

 

Oh, yeah. Yes indeed. Yes indeedy-Do-Dah, Fa-La-La-La-La, Hi Bob!

That still really cracks me up saying that, saying that and not Robert.

i don't Know WHY that does that to me, but it does, It SO divinely Does.

What a funny little blue man on a shiny blue Pond You Are, my Mirth!

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Guest guest]

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

 

We are surely some new kind of weather when we're together, aren't We?

 

 

 

...."A beautiful day in the neighborhood!"

 

 

 

 

Many people don't realize that Mr. Rodgers was one of the first truly

American Spiritual Masters, and isn't that just how it goes:

no robes or self-serving proclamations or advaitic blather --

just Satsang with the children every day, dripping with wonder and

packed with the ordinary shakti of Joy!

We are all little children, and everyone knows in their heart that

this is so. We pretend to be other than that, and then we spend our

life after life in a futile search to regain that innocence we

believe we have somehow lost. We tie our legs in knots or strap on

explosives and walk into a crowd, or pass out drunk in a gutter or

blow paychecks on lottery dreams, or just despair and get real mean,

or seek out teachers to persuade us, convince us, that we can somehow

return to eden if we only .... and all the while that little child

waits and waits for the welcoming arms of Mother, This Love, and yes

unless you become again like these little ones, and yes this Kingdom

of Heaven has always been here for these Dear Ones, these pretty

little babies of Ours, and so we kiss each and every one of them: the

baby bugs and baby eels and baby plants and baby stars and baby, Oh

Baby, You have revealed to me my own True Innocence, my Beloved, and

isn't it just so easy to bring a little leaf to each other and know

that we are gifting each other the whole universe, and then we can

hold that blessed leaf into the blessed wind, and we can climb up on

that blessed breeze and let it take us into the Blessed Heart of

Infinity?