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A Third Thing is Born

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When two people, places or things, come together, to give of them selves selflessly, wanting only what is in the other’s best interest, then a third thing is born and that thing is Love.  Not everyone loves like that.  Not everyone is capable of this immense vulnerability.  Few have the stomach, patience and courage.  Intimacy, ‘Into Me I See’, is risky.  It means speaking your truth, naked, open, stakes up, barely-able-to-breath-tenderness and honesty.  It means surrender.  Surrendering ego, mind, the need for approval, while holding space and accepting other just as they are.  This is rare abandon, that expressed, hastens you to the gates of complete and utter freedom or madness, while all you have known, crumbles beneath you.  Endorphins pounding, sure you’ll never make it, you leap into the unknown, because you have never been so alive.  And in the doing, engage the world in that magic.  For those who have loved and been loved, who have experienced and despite warning, regularly exhibit that kind of selfless bravery, thank you for your strength, pure hearts and for filling the void with the ecstasy of your loving spirit.  Thank you for reminding me, reminding us all, that there is always More Love.  All ways.

McCrap on the Dashboard

When you come to your senses, put down your defenses, habits, cover: I-won’t-show-you-mine-if-you-won’t-show-me-yours, ‘Everything is F.I.N.E.,’ (fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional), like traveling in a car, stopping at the drive-through, throwing leftovers in the back, you keep moving, trash piling up, rotting, just over your shoulder.  And forgetting it’s there, get used to the smell, the festering of mind, farting from the back seat, but the moment you slow down, put on the brakes, everything comes flying forward, French fries, fish sticks, uneaten hamburger and half-downed cokes, McCrap on the dash board, in the windshield, wreckage of your past, so thick you’re blind. Kharma, like mud, obscuring your view.  You have to clean up, if you’re going to proceed, get your life, have your day in the freaking sun.  You’ve got to unload, get a grip, a view of the road, without all this drama, garbage, making the way unclear, it’s clearly in the way.  And because it’s in the way, it is the way.  The giving up, the surrender to, the letting in letting go, releasing, a panorama where there were once blinders, hell, no view at all.  Pick it up, every smelly bit, examine it and highlight for deletion.  An Everything-Must-Go-Sale at the Dumpster.  When the view is wider, the screen clear of mind, wipers keeping it open, each stroke of the blade, becoming, ‘Name something you like, Thank you more please, Name something you like, Thank you more please, Name something you like, Thank you more please, Name Something … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like.’

The Extension of Nowhere

Standing on solid ground, the known, so-called reality, before you the abyss.  Hesitating, unsure.  F.E.A.R., (Fuck Everything And Run), behind you, in front of you the unseen, unknown, yet to be spoken.  This leap, madness or genius, the extension of nowhere, your legs, arcing through space and time, coming from somewhere, spanning through nowhere, you are now here.  Right now.  Here.  In the leap, the faith, you become tangible.  Real.  Realized.  Free falling in the gap, the span of nothing, the leap; causation.  Free.  Our lives, history, his/her story, our ordered chaos, death.  But in the nothing, no thing, the gap, the leap.  In that space, between here and now, the space of no thing and all thing existing, in that placement, or lack of placement, is possibility.  You have to leave the earth, (the small strip of land allotted to you at birth that you must till, until you die), you have to achieve lift off, become air born, jump, into what is not known, to know something new.  In that moment, in the not knowing, the trusting, that becomes opportunity.  Take the leap.  Fucking jump.

Inside Your Heart

Fear narrows focus. You see minute detail straight ahead. Yet with blinders on, the whole world in periphery, disappears.  A whole world, gone.  Narrowing your vision, the world on the sidelines, and you are blind to it. In order to see, be, more, you have to breathe. Relax your shoulders, opinions, judgments of self and other and widen your focus, the acceptance of what is. That’s expansion.  Periphery.  That view.  In the sidelines, it’s all there.  Inhale.  Hold it.  Exhale and release.  In love, truth, the knowing that all is well, open your eyes, from inside your heart, you see more, and you be more.

You Are Love


No need to seek it, receive or find it. You are it. The height, width, breadth of feeling, spirit, soul and being of. Love is you. The universe, god, icon, cosmos, vibration, delight, honor, integrity of. You. Point to love, point to self. Expand, as you breath, the knowing that love grows with every inhale, exhale, permeating the fiber, cells, air, energy, environment of your life, which is you. You are love.

Louisiana Swamp Mind

When you understand that the mind is predatory and that you are its host, not like some eco-friendly-birdie-atop-a-hippo-mind-predatory, but like water-moccasin-leeches-man-eating-alligators-in-the-Louisiana-Swamp-Mind-Predatory, then you truly realize, real eyes, that your mind will drain the life-blood from you.  Get out of the swamp, wade to shore, before the gators dive and pull you under, disprove the mind, wrangle its scaly ass and burn its tyrannical nature, into submission.  When you’re safe from the death grip, aware, awake to the state of grace in which you live, the precious commodity which is your life, build your campfire, dip into source, the bliss state, grateful to be alive.  Deactivate the mind and re-wire that sucker, by creating balance, the kind of nature/nurture balance only a spiritual warrior can, so that the predatory mind weakens, and your being, alert, adaptable, present becomes one, aligned, ready for battle, ready for joy.

Why Not Change the Meaning?

English: Elgar's Birthplace, Broadheath No pom...

English: Elgar’s Birthplace, Broadheath No pomp – just circumstance. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Storytelling/Meaning Making: Taking the elements of life’s story, the plot pieces and making meaning from them that grows you, takes you from victim of circumstance to empowered storyteller, able to expand and see yourself involved in events for the purpose of growing you. There is a warning that you don’t ask to grow patience for fear that you be delivered lots of frustrating circumstance. But if you see the frustrating circumstance as that which enables you to grow the muscular structure to have a better life due to your amazing patience, be a stronger person, or just plain enjoy yourself more, why not change the meaning so you are satisfied, happy, content, expanding, surfing the waves that life delivers knowing that its all done for you, not to you?

You are Home


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Mandi J. Smith Photography

If you have some outcome, end goal in mind, you may be missing the journey. Now is all we have. And in that present awareness, awareness of the present, what will you do, for yourself, for other? How will you serve the vastness of the realm that is you, your loved ones? Will you hold space, despite outcome, bad behavior, will you love yourself no matter what? Will you smile, laugh, cry, go beyond your most maximum, with an open heart, a strong spine and love, truly love, the pain, heartache, refusal, disavowal and the mirror? Look, deeply inside. See that which is you, your essence. You are home, not the place, but the being. You are love.

Unexpected Expansion of Self

Mandi J. Smith Photography

Mandi J. Smith Photography

You say to yourself, ‘I’ll be good, done, successful, perfect, calm, excited, able to relax, on to the next, happy, when I get that job, girlfriend, promotion, new bike, car, friend, award, relationship, acknowledgement, my first million …’ And it doesn’t satisfy. Because the destination is only pointing to the journey, the process, the growth possible, not expected outcome, but unexpected expansion of self. You are the end goal, your willingness to reach, struggle, resist, scream, complain and yet, persevere. You are the result. You are the glorious never-ending love of adventure, possibility, transcendence, transmutation, evolution and light. YOU.

The Song That Never Ends

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Before you step through that door, walk down that hallway, hear the thrill of violins play announcing the imminent disaster, the long fingernails scraping against the chalkboard, remember who you are, not the victim of some B-rated horror flick, cheapening the scream with x-rated stabbings. You are the universe, the song that never ends, a melody, rhapsody, echoing through corridors, filling entire houses, sun, moon, planets, perched atop a meadow of songbird, lifting into air, in one moment, one spectacular rising of joy, permeating the atmosphere with the essence of its creation, that in seeing itself back, seeing itself risk, the loss of self, of ego, becomes nothing less than its most maximum self, being, in all its splendor, magnificent, magnificent you. The hero, heroine, who regardless of obstacle always, always wins. That’s you. Today, yesterday, everyday.

Sweet Moon

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Creating the moon, sealing the edges with luminous silver, glowing smooth, ensuring the slivers, creamy, delicious against the deep navy sky, and the tide, (tied) to motion, flow, continual sunrise cycling of ebb and ember, life. Sweet moon, casting perfect hue over earth, divine purpose, perpetual orb, thank you for luminosity, lunacy, lunar me.

Pink Clouds

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We’ve traveled far, measured, calculated, tidal wave coming and no board, weather’s changed, damage done and no mind, no intellect, but onotoloc will do.. Being from inside the region of the heart, knows, commands space and lights up. Sand warms the bottom of my feet, my soul rendering calculations a thing of the past. Love being universe, being self, other, the vibration, the tremor, the storm and clearing, new horizon pink with cloud and possibility, love being that which speaks itself back and seeing itself locates you and you and you. The trick: see yourself, even in the storm, as love.


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The Bliss Is Here

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It’s here. the day after the day after the resolutions, promises, judgment, need, want, lack. As if something is missing. Nothing is missing. It’s all here. Pain, joy, color of rain, combustible expression of feeling, smell of lavender, elephants flapping their ears ready to fly, tall, proud tribal totems, peace in a bottle, quotations from Mark Twain, Joseph Campbell, third eye, revelation, light, dark, beach balls glinting, serendipitous meetings, fear, chipmunk cheeks filled with nuts, bliss, all here, not necessarily accounted for by man, but the gods, the elemental vibration of this earth, this ohm, palpable triumph we call life. Its here.


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Quiet Storm

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You feel it rush in like wind, rain, a loud clap of thunder and it’s real. Mind, speaking as if it knows, tells, shouts, warns and the fear mounts, a tempest, swirling. Nothing’s happened. The planet, the energy of your thoughts creating the perfect storm, rising in pitch, crashing against the shore of your desire (de-sire, to sire, give birth to), new life. Quiet. Stillness. Reprieve. Asylum. Bathe in it. Your heart. Sweet winter shower washing you clean. Such power, purity. Like lightening (light-en-ing, releasing darkness), incandescent love.


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Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas! You are the immaculate birth, the new life, the rebirth of all creation. You are the blessing, the shining star, the truth, the light and the way, the savior of all mankind. You. Your life is revelation, passion and greatness. Happy birthday to you, your soul, your being and your heart. All Hail! May the glory of your love reign forever and ever.

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There is no coming, first or second, only that which is inside, the icon, the idol, the Christ Consciousness, immense power of soul, traversing across hundreds of galaxies in the form of a molecule, separating, becoming a billion cells, transforming to human form, physical presence, issuing forth as truth, light, way and Jesus (Geez its us), celebrating, the immaculate conception of self, the joyful chorus of love and faith, reborn as mankind. Wondrous. God (Good Orderly Direction) is in the heavens and all is well.


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Everything Is Not As It Seems

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When you realize (see with real eyes) that what is going on here is not what is going on here. There is more. So much more. Close your eyes. Lift off. Above your body. Above the room, beyond the buildings, streets and moon. In the heavens its happening. Feel it? The change, new awareness, not new, but revealed; yourself as you, before you forgot to remember. Remember now. Know yourself back as molecule, being, soul, atmosphere, sensation, vibration, planet, cosmos, light worker. Let the energy wash over you, open your eyes and receive the new world.

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Happy Rocks!

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Contrary to popular opinion, its back. Joy is in. Bliss is hot. That which curls your toes, makes you yummy, fills your heart, tops your chart, floats your yacht, makes you smile, calls to you, beckons, charms, otherwise takes you on the journey of magical-carpet-ride-discovery that is life, has made a comeback. Happiness, along with Baby Jesus, Parades, Serenading, Glee, Choruslines of Elephants, Chariot Rides, Murder of Crows, Sumptuous Dinners, Throngs of people waiting in line, Wide-eyed children and especially Calla-lillies, lots of them, long stemmed, several vases, opening to the air, the oxygen of atmosphere, embedded with love. Yep. Meh, is so yesterday. Joy, Bliss, Happy rocks!


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Feel The Dream

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In this dream I see stars, touch the heavens, create GOD, ask and receive miracles. In this dream my heart, beating, divine pulse, rhythm, soundtrack to the movie that is life, all that matters, happens, evolves, becomes. Close up on my toe, streaming up my leg to my hip, around the top of my head, crescent moons above, and floating, fanning arms past planets, dipping through the Milky Way. No helmet. Only smiling at the sun, liquid, warm. In this dream there is love. Love. And More Love.

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Wake Up Sweet Child

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You, so elegant, so taut, mindful and strict. And I with no outsides, no skin, only motion, like wave, the sound of snow falling and you in your physical self, so assured that you are that, so unaware. I follow you, to the edges of the dream you remember, knowing that soon, soon, you’ll awake, hear me, see me and call into the reflection that is being, that is. So much more to this existence than self, ego, mind. So much more. Whisper, smile, close your eyes, we are one, holding you deep in the light, waiting, until it’s time. Wake up. Sweet child. Wake. There is such love for you.


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More Love!

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There is always more, more money, more kindness, more awareness, more heartbreak, more living, more earth-shattering news, more expansion, more everything, more nothing, more insatiable need, more desire, more satisfaction, more abundance, more life, more love. Always more. ALWAYS MORE. There is enough. You ARE enough. Live that. Live more money, kindness, awareness, expansion, everything, satisfaction, abundance, life, love. Live abundance, life, love. Live MORE.


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Hammers and Nails

If thoughts were hammers, words the nails, we’d know we were building something, we’d know that which we thought, spoke, was creation, village, city, country, world, universe. Watch what you think, what you speak and see construct, foundation, studs, support beam, barn raising, community. What house will you create, what structure, plywood, brick, glass, plexi or shingle will you choose? Will you give it your most mattered attention, will you make it home? Will you lay the hearth, fill the rafters, secure the mantle with your heart?


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Realize (Real Eyes) Your Life

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If what you see is based on the history of what you’ve seen, then what you see may not be what you are looking at. If you are going to realize, (real eyes) your life, you’ll have to go beyond your mind’s idea, beyond your history, to see what is unseeable, unknowable and re-member(assign membership) to what you forgot to dis-cover (stop covering), that which is seeable, knowable as you.


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You Are The Light

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You are the light, the way, the divine, the eternal flame, rainbows, sparkling spring water, enchantment, desire, thirst, hunger, relief, cool rain, warmth, reprieve, grace, elm, hollow, spine, clarity, will, integrity, happiness, heart, love, kindness, sparrows, willow tree, foundation, earth, fire, wind, element. The holy trinity and the ‘Geez it’s us’ (Jesus) of this vast creation, this wholeness, this cosmos, this world consciousness. You are that.


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Time To Let Go

One end, ego, mind, self-inflicted pain, the other, bony, long finger, death at the tip. Pointing nowhere, back at you, exponentially. Time to let go. Hands ache, afraid to fall. Grasp loosens. Lies. Trigger. Program. Its not the surrender that hurts, its the holding on.

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The Essence of You

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Quiet, in a crowd, speaking madly, smiling with a friend, hearing the rain, you feel it, in all things, the wave, the secreted pocket of tide, that preverbal original essence, the echo of your being-ness to itself, reflecting, calling in the bright water to the shore, just before you speak it.  How far before the ripple curls back on itself and becomes?  You know it as wind, the touch of your lash against your cheek and soothing, it reminds you of you, this consciousness, this awareness, ever growing expanded-ness that is your life.  Thump your heart, pronouncing your name, your dream with real eyes (realize) the newness the abundance of it, the energy and the effect.  Yourself as whole, all there is, all that need be.  You’re it.  The magic, the tide.  Your heart beating.



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Pervasive, insidious, this less than, to your knees, the pain, so deep you drown, head up to the sky, the oppression makes you cry, sob, big wet ones. The unrequited, the certain lack, not having, fearing the loss of, signaling a deepening. Delusion, illusion, cultural (cult you are all) calls it crazy. Still you lean in, push up against the discomfort like your life depends on it. It does. Feeling your guts explode, the shift hurts so bad. And you’re in it. Mind and all that lying. Only there is breath. Just that. Inhale. Exhale. Meditate like a motherfucker. Strong spine, soft heart. The only way around is through. Shit. That’s transcendence. It burns.




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The Magic in Your Heart

small__2093680329Quiet, in a crowd, speaking madly, smiling with a friend, hearing the rain, you feel it, in all things, the wave, the secreted pocket of tide, that preverbal original essence, the echo of your being-ness to itself, reflecting, calling in the bright water to the shore, just before you speak it.  How far before the ripple curls back on itself and becomes?  You know it as wind, the touch of your lash against your cheek and soothing, it reminds you of you, this consciousness, this awareness, ever growing expanded-ness that is your life.  Thump your heart, pronouncing your name, your dream with real eyes (realize) the newness the abundance of it, the energy and the effect.  Yourself as whole, all there is, all that need be.  You’re it.  The magic, the tide.  Your heart beating.

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Single Flame

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Inside the fervor of the dream, the passion, over and over, color, hue, sweet smell of lavender, a sense memory of you, me, beyond the physical, intellectual, this message, the signal, like a beacon, lighthouse, calling, reminding me of source, being, organism, like orgasm, so pure, elemental, resounding, its essence streaming out, bright, illumination of stars, night owls and flight, the air fanning the heat, the charge, ions, molecules all sensate, alive, as if aligned, the energy pulsing toward the one thing, one moment, single flame, quiet knowing of my heart, yours and the inherent love of this planet.  Can you feel that? The love?  Its there.  Always.  All ways.




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Getting ready for the holidays!


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Thanksgiving, giving thanks, for thanks, for grateful, for listing, for creating the switch plate on the train of thought that might allow the track to change and run toward that which inspires, allows grace, reprieve and the space for us to give thanks. Being thankful for thankfulness is a space on the way to giving thanks and in the giving, receiving it.


English: Diwali Chakra in Displaly

English: Diwali Chakra in Displaly (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Can you feel it? Solar eclipse and the new moon. All that energy. Beginnings. In this moment. You. New. Now. Enjoy the light and love of your being. The eclipse, the moon, the celebration, Diwali, the festival of light that is you.

Your life is Your creation

Thought clouds

Thought clouds (Photo credit: AlicePopkorn)


If I’m the experiencer experiencing the experience, the observer observing the observation, then damn it, I’m definitely the creator creating the creation, my world. And if its up to me what experience, observation, world I create, based on story, thought form infused with feeling, then let it be magic, magical magic all the time, with an ever so attentive touch of sweetness and love.



Words Don’t Matter

Hearing it, more and more, you in my life, not in my life, leaving, coming and going, your heart, beating, ricocheting off the stars, your soul levitating, whispering adventure, whimsy, dramatic and sublime. When you’re connected, the words don’t matter, the vibration, the sound of your heart, does.




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We’re wired for the jump. Every molecule, cell, atom, structure within meant to leap, quantum, into the unknown. When we risk, jump, leap, we know ourselves, become tangible, see ourselves back. In the quantum reality of risk and unknowingness we find ourselves, align ourselves with our true nature. Jumpers. Risk takers. Quantum leapers. All of us. Everyone. Get your fucking life. Jump!





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You and I

Sarcasm, the big S, ripping of flesh, revealing, not concealing, the fear, inability to speak truth, but the heart knows. Some people rip through your life like a dirty bomb, exploding shrapnel, decimating life around them, their own. Others elevate the room, you, me, the consciousness, the world. Change is coming. A new decade of emotional vulnerability. Time to love and be loved.

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What if LOVE was all? What if everything else was illusion? What if fear, anger, judgment, jealousy, envy, pain of all sort, were separation from truth, the truth that is you, that is love? What if you lived today fully, fiercely from truth, from love? What if your body, spirit, soul, being-ness was a channel of truth, a direct reflection of LOVE?