can you just be?

where are you to sit in the garden

that is in full bloom? 

i cannot say 

for you are here to take something away?

or have you come with an offering?

there is nothing to give to this perfection

my dear, what is better is to just sit and be 

yet how unfamiliar this is 

not really

as it is your true being 

not anything apart from you

so can you come into the garden that is 

in it's glory

and sit 

just sit and be? 

where are you to be in the garden?

under the tree there is great shade for you

and by the pond a nice bench to sit on 

and over by the porch some stairs to climb

with a great chair that is comfortable 

you can sit there if you choose 

but where will you be in your mind? 

out roaming elsewhere?

or will you be here enjoying the beauty of the moment?

will you be in the garden?

or somewhere else?

when you come into the garden that is in full bloom

do you smell the fine fragrance about?

how lovely is the smell of lilac and herb

and rosemary

how very glorious is the smell of fresh earth

and wonderful deep green life 

it is fine like this indeed 

and it is made in joy

like all else that is of nature 

can you feel it in yourself as all?

my dear 

can you?

when you come into the garden in full bloom

set your bags by the gate 

do not bring them in to this precious life 

that is eternal

because if you do, there will be no presence 

that is pure 

there will be a heavy way 

and this cannot be real

so be free when you enter 

and leave *your things* 

by the gate 

so that your heart is light and in love 

and in the consciousness that is of fullness 

and sweet life 

that is one 

if the seas parted...

if the seas parted
and the land became a great paradise of awesome wonder
would you fall to your knees in deep joy and gratitude?
would you sit still and really *see* what is here in this moment?
would you imbibe it deeply
as if there were no tomorrow?
what will it take dear
to open your eyes?
this way of mind robs one of seeing rightly
and makes what is here to
look faded and not well at times...
this is so not true
what is here is nothing short of beauty that lives and sings now, now
and again now...
there is nothing more glorious dear seeker than this moment,,,
you can see or not see...
but still life is pure and flowing always ...
always....

Clarity

to begin to *see*
the mind must slow down
as the mud settles at the bottom
one can see a little clearer
what is there -
but if the mind continues to be
stirred by every little thing
then there is nothing but
murky waters
which results in no clarity