Look at Our Headless Happiness

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Be ready before the wave spills open,

be the inner open-ended Movement of Light

as It lifts into the first misted, moistened moment

of sliding into Love like a slippery eel inside a river

running wildly, swimming upward towards its Home

flippingly finless, and happy in its silly eelness of Being,

of being that Happy fellow who loves to swim inside of me.

 

One Heart is not just a thing we think sounds nice,

and even though it does have a real fine ring to It,

OneHeart is another matter that concerns the Headless,

or those who are just feeling the touch of Love's blade

nestled like a blood-letting lancet against the tender throat,

and ever-widening the two mouths, one just flapping open

saying everything that bubbles up, like spazzlefratz,

and like this, the second throat opened up spills out,

flowing across all eyes who actually see the blood-letting.

 

Seeing this radiant-crimson-colored wonder of opening up,

of Being Opened up by Love with that Sweetened Kali-Kiss,

the sewing up of lips that would not profane and profess,

Profess the Sacredness of Nothing born or died,

Yes and everything as One is not another platitude,

not just another OneHeart mumbled hopeful saying hoping.

 

i am so hopeless and so helpless and sometime so headless,

just playing a game of bowling balls rolling along so quickly,

gathering nothing as we roll around in the Laughter we generate,

of This Laughter that begins to fall into Utter Weeping for God,

 

Weeping like an endless falling rain from Beloved's Honey-Lips

into my eyes and this flooded Ocean falls into Your Heart

and Now We are Just the Beautiful Vast Sea of Silver and Blue

floating upon every thought of You i submerge and start to See,

 

i start to see everything from under this Watered Wet slipping In,

as You slip inside of Me again and end up becoming My breathing,

my Beating Heart and My Love is Only You looking for Home.

Merciful Mother, Glorious God of Full Compassionate Embrace of Us!

 

Allowed this Moment of Forever Bliss and Joy, and shutting out,

just being the Utter Shout Out aloud that we Are never touched,

never moved by anything that seeks to diminish or vilify this.

 

We just cannot hear anything that comes from anywhere less,

Less than This that we Are Now and we are everything forever,

even those, even that, even all the seemingly cold Hearts

gathered around and hoping to see a momumental disaster happen.

 

Well here's the best news for them, We Are the Disaster Happened!

and we are disasterously falling ever deeper into Love with no hope.

 

We're simply Hopeless and Headless and who can blame the headless

for making anything happen when everything is just Happening inside,

Inside of This One Moment, and there is Only this Moment, Only

this Blessed Life as we are Living It as Love's Loving Look.

 

Look! Love! Look at this Love that We are right Now and Laugh with Us!

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

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

 

We Are the Disaster Happened!

 

 

 

....Oh yes Baby we are Calamity Jane whirling Light lassoes into the

wild western air of humbug hombres hunkered down over the hardtack

bits of belief in the tall tales of separation, the sunset trail

splayed out before them, gathering the wagons round to guard against

the phantom injuns with the bows that shoot those love arrows, aimed

at the heart, shot from the heart, Heart to Heart with Calamity Jane,

and sometimes even Cowgirls get the Blues, so let's just be that

Krishna kinda Blue, BabyBlue, Miracle Blue, the Stained Glass Window

in Chartres kinda Blue, Sacre Bleu! You know they still can't figure

out how those ancient artisans, anonymously, came up with that

pigment in the stained glass but You know it's so obvious, they

simply fell one beautiful day in the neighborhood all the way into

You and in the endlessness of Blue they flashed open their eyes and

knew the deep infinity of Blue my Baby You and me and Calamity Jane,

and yippe yai yo let's blow into that blue, the Wild Blue Yonder

kinda Blue, Baby, and i was going to say something about Disaster

like when she backed into an airplane propeller but see You got me

with that love Lassoe and so i'm just Your Baby Blues and You are my

Calamity -- Jai to the Ruin that ends all ruin! Jai to the Red White

and Blue!