Flying

I dreamed I was dead. My friend was dead, too, only she didn't know it. She still tried to do things in the physical world. She stepped into the elevator. I did too, to keep her company. Her spirit moved as if she still breathed. I had stopped all that. I was dead and knew it. We both remembered her little daughter was still on the roof alive.  Terry  frantically tried to press the up button. I could get there faster, because I knew I was dead. I passed through the elevator wall. That worked extremely well.  I was encouraged. I flew up through rooms and ceilings at an angle allowing me to reach the little toddler directly. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Going where doors and stairs would take me was no longer necessary. I had the power of speedy arrival. The tiny toddler played on the flat roof of our tenement building while I hovered protectively above, wondering. What on earth could I do now, if the tiny girl tried to fly?

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Senryu: Reflection on Desire

wandering through life

attitude formed in desire 

she gives her advice

Despair

Brittle leaves swirling,
branches stripped bare,
grey fingered limbs
reach to hollow despair.
Empty I stare.

Stones whisper.
I sit among them,
a wisp of fire smoke,
embers glowing then gone
in incidental frailty.

A heart with no love
knows despair.
Its richness
swept to crumbling leaves
on a chill November day.

Hunters' Frustration

Our group yields to marshland grass, gold in the afternoon sun. Snow crunching as we shuffle our boots. Ducks fly in from the tree line over the water. In the distance hunters patiently wait behind blinds in their hip boots. The ducks grow near. The hunters fire. The ducks elude bird shot, flying just out of range. More ducks fly in and this simple scene repeats itself again and again attesting to the wisdom of ducks.

Returning to God

We are spirit beings having a physical experience here as human beings. When we are ready to go home we know nothing here will distract us further. A silent mind will help us as the healing begins returning us to God.

When we can walk away from our notions where we see ourselves finding the perfect friends, the perfect partner, the perfect family our souls are ready. 

When a soul at last knows nothing here will bring the perfect love, understanding and comfort sought, and under no pile of riches will that love, immense joy and happiness be found, then that soul returns to God ending all sense of separation. In God we then find what we seek.

Centered in Gods love and knowing our own we can be a peaceful strong gentle caring friend, partner, family member.

The process begins when an energy awakens pouring through channels in our souls untangling of the knotted parts within. God returns us to Him one tangle at a time. A silent mind prevents our thoughts from interfering. It was our thoughts with their feeling putting the tangles there in the first place.

Mind body and spirit are one and inseparable. Untangling the spirit can change what we believe, what we feel and how we see ourselves. It can impact our bodies. God's work within proceeds at a pace we can tolerate. A silent mind is what we provide along with our willingness.

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