What’s the Difference (Audio)

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Good morning my Soul, my Beloved

I have a question for you
It was put to me, now I lay it at Your beautiful feet
In quiet expectation and trust I await Your response

From my lips to Your heart I cast it
“What is the difference?”
Does it matter
What does it mean
And like a pebble it breaks the surface of the Deep
Fluttering, slowly sinking, falling into the silent Unknown

Quiet, unmoving I remain
The surface of the water now still, a mirror
I gaze un-blinking into Her eyes
Green, brown, and golden windows
Falling like the pebble I sink into the Unknowing
Silence . . . Senses forsaken

“Nothing . . . and Everything,” She says
You have given all and you have also received back
Yet I needed not
You have scaled the heights of the exquisite and ridden on its golden light
And you have been flayed and spilled out by grief too terrible for words
But I am here
You have sought Me in exotic far off places and the adventure it brought
Even in the familiar paths within your reach your steps sought Me out
I never moved
You have dreamed, and built, and created magical things
And you have seen it all laid low in the dust
Yet I remain
You have chased the ancient knowledge, gathering together secrets of the Ages
But in the end only learned of your ignorance
I have watched it all

You ask what is the difference
I tell you there is none
The meaning you seek is fleeting like the Spring flowers
What matters is still beyond your comprehension
You ask what is the difference
I tell you all is changed
You have come to Me
You now sit by My still waters
You know the I Am
We are and shall ever be – One

So go my Love, seek, climb, create, and learn
Explore the world of the senses, the playground of the body and the mind
Thrill yourself with new adventure, people, and places
Walk the barren paths of solitude and grief
Exult in your victories and feel the pain of your failure

Fear not, cast it away from you
You are mine and I am Yours
My Love for you is all that has ever really mattered

Makin’ Mud Pies – Live

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Like soupy handfuls of river mud

Slung against a wall

My words splatter and spread

And slide to the floor

Fragrant, dark, and heavy loam

I feel the coarse silkiness between my fingers

There is something in the mix

But it refuses to hold a shape

Rather, my words form the banks

And contain the currents flowing through me

Fertile, deep, cool, and rich with promise

Yet they dissipate and have no force if removed from the flow

So for now, toes dug deeply into the ooze

I will sit and listen to the water

And the frogs and the buzz of my River

Playing in the mud and making mudpies

Some times it’s just like that

Wake Up Sleepyhead – Live

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Ease is the natural state, harmony the true habitation

There is a reason for the dis-ease

It signals, it beckons, it prods

Dis-comfort is god’s grace

Dis-satisfaction does not allow one to rest in the wasteland

Like a splinter in the mind, itch needing scratched

It plays on the fringes of consciousness

Where the frayed sparking edges of the matrix can be perceived

Signposts pointing beyond the current constructs

Go toward that which terrifies

The soft places where there is no defense

Raw, exposed, vulnerable

That is the space of transformation

Surrender control and just be

It hurts, it frightens but it won’t eat you

Silly boy, you are made of stronger stuff than that

Let the false, frightening, fiction, fade

Hold the ground along the narrow middle way

Waves will wash over threatening your balance there

Be still and let them pass

Suspend belief so that you might know

Once you know, belief is no longer needed

Now no more bouncing from side to side like a pinball in a game

Seeking solace, addicted to flesh’s temporary fix

A junkie hooked on the drugs of thinking, fixing, doing

Yes – no, good – bad, right – wrong, same old round and round

Answers, solutions are not in a game designed by others

One that is cast like a net upon the sleeping masses

The way leads out of the trap and into the paradox

The lesson requires unlearning, dying so that life may emerge

What Is calls and heralds a new morning

Wake up sleepyhead, time for dreaming is done

A Cool Human Being

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This is a cool human.  Leah @ seejanedrill on YouTube has a series of DIY videos for basic stuff just about anyone can do.  Her motto is “I can do this.”  Love the format and content.  They are brief, to the point and clear.  She is a master and I celebrate all creativity.  There is poetry in her work and in her instruction.  It seems so many of our culture are disconnected from basic skills that our parents and grandparents took for granted.  We end up dependent on a specialist if there is an issue outside our field of expertise.  If you have some project around the house don’t call a repairman. Check out Leah’s channel.  You may end up saying “I can do this!”  I may be more simple than you imagine.  Go see her and tell her Plato sent you,