Tuesday, August 26, 2008

A Perspective Of God

A Perspective Of God

we're in a playground
the playground is for taking Thought beyond where It's been before
(Thought. Experience.)

and this playground is a smorgasbord of choices.
all of them.
all of the spiral, all quadrants, levels, lines, states, and types
all of the myriad choices of what it is to Be.

Self can be a dog rolling in the grass, and Experience That.
And That Is Good.
Self can be a wealthy old man coddling his granddaughter in love.
And That Is Good.
Self can be a 20-something, or a 30-something, or a 40-something, starting to Remember Self in the bodymind,
remembering that We Are That.

As Omniscience, as Omnipresence,
the one thing Self canNOT do -
is forget that It Is.
But in this playground, we can forget that We Are.

In this plaground, Self can be a dog rolling in the grass, utterly having forgotten that We Are. And enjoying being a dog in the grass.

In this playground, Self can be a grandfather coddling his granddaughter, utterly having forgotten that He Is. And enjoying the limited view.

In this playground, Self can be a someone something, remembering Self again, and enjoying the Experience of re-membering.
And That Is Good.

Self can be a child dying.
And That Is Good.
One thing Self canNOT do - is forget that It Is,
and Experience being a child dying.
But a dying child CAN experience being a child dying.
and in the eyes of Self -
That Is Good.
It is Experience.
It is what takes Experience beyond the Nondual, beyond Omniscience
It's Play in the Playground.

we're in a playground
the playground is for taking Thought beyond where It's been before
(Thought. Experience.)

and this playground is a smorgasbord of choices.
all of them.
all of the spiral, all quadrants, levels, lines, states, and types
all of the myriad choices of what it is to Be.

Including, being a perspective that doesn't believe this poem.

Come. Let's dance.

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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Veils...

The veils begin to lift, you know, once defenses begin to fall.
Be vulnerable.
The Universe

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Spiritual Teachers?


Often someone, somewhere, will ask me, "Who are your favorite spiritual teachers?" I then show my depth of intelligence, saavy and experience by staring blindly at the question-asker, mouth agape.

Finally I have an answer! Have you met Chuck Lorre?

Here's my favorite CL teaching of the day.

Enjoy!
Gail

CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, # 57

One of the great blessings of getting older is realizing, without shame and remorse, what an idiot you've been at earlier stages of your life. I can think of nothing that breeds humility better than this on-going epiphany. The knowledge that with a few exceptions, I was the human version of the "don't pass" bet on a craps table, is oddly comforting. Let's take a look. In 1977 I tried to talk a friend out of investing all his money in stores that only sold running shoes. A few years later, I told anyone who would listen that the female singer of "Lucky Star" was a one-hit wonder, while the singer of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" was here to stay. I saw no future in bottled water or fancy coffee shops. Cellular phones? What for? I already have a phone. And let's not forget that in 1988 I read William Gibson's "Neuromancer," logged onto the Internet, and STILL didn't see it coming. Shall I go on? Shall I share with you some of the moronic things I've done, thought and said in my personal life? Of course I won't. I'm not stupid. I'm just humble.

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Friday, September 21, 2007

GIM - Poem

This is a poem I wrote in Jan. Enjoy!
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i have walked among gods
in meatsuits
who forget and believe that the suit is who they are
and who avoid running lest the movement rip the suit
and i too am one of them
sometimes

i have walked among gods
in meatsuits
and i too am one sometimes.
where is the world
where i can live a goddess among gods
where is the world where i can grow
a seed, sprouted, pushing through the soil
seeks the sun and the water lest it die

i have walked among gods
in meatsuits
but i'm remembering who I Am.
and this sadness of the suit doesn't keep Me
from remembering what Is Here
it's just the suit's perspective
and one day i'll ReMember Me.

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