rain comes down.
some romantic types love the drama.
"I just want to cuddle up with a hot chocolate
and watch sleepless in seattle"

neat!

and our dear friend,
Pisces, loves this drama too;
she glides through the grey gallows
giggling because she knows its not the rain
oh no-
its the 'It' in "it is raining"
the game we are all playing
the veil that is fraying!
and flapping in the winds
of a Heart
swinging open.

fame, shame, loss, gain, pleasure, pain its all the same
its all a game.
its all part of It.
but not It, necessarily.
and who's to blame?
you.
The game continues because we reinforce each others paranoia.
which to me, is beautiful!
(im a romantic type who likes to write witty poems on rainy days)
but I also know that due to the nature of who were are,
we cant be paranoid forever.
because when It stops raining,
It starts sunning.
And when we stop coming up with excuses of why
we
are
not
IT
then we become It.

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feed your faith and doubt will starve to death

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ॐ नमः िशवाय

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ooh thats a heavy one
thats a mind bogglin, brain cloggin
knock to your noggin
Giggle with me. or curse me. or
dont do anything at all.

its me meeting Me.
all the time, every time, anytime-
.and time is a trap.
and if we werent trapped we couldnt play this way!

Buddha meeting Buddha
over goat cheese and gouda with crackers
and the faster I allow this to past
the more I realize how shortly it
lasts

life is finding a way to build a house
that is in the water and on the land
at the same time.
its not being at birth or death;
but knowing there is a place where
they are both happening
NOW
and hanging out there.
That's the vantage point...

the more I see the paper and put my pen to it
the more I allow
the Infinite
to touch my heart and come into it
to calm my thoughts and help me sit.
.and there is a clinging to this understanding.
And thats okay! because the whole
"I get it"
is just as impermanent as the
"I dont"
and HERE we ARE!!
whether we understand or not.
it doesnt really make a difference:
cause if we do
well forget.
and when weve forgotten
we'll joyously remember,
and come home into the
silent understanding of
concentric circles.

भक्ति

You just love

until you

and the

Beloved

become One.