Feb 011999
 

Some bird droppings that may be nourishing to thought. There is great joy in metaphysical recycling. No-one knows where a thought originates. Could any thought have a unique source if the mind is only one?

 

to get anywhere
I have to begin
where I am

 

without me
this experience
would not exist

 

neither cause
nor effect exists
apart from me

 

why bother about
effects if I can
change the cause?

 

for shortcomings
seen in others
I am responsible

 

creation
starts with
desire

 

love needs
my eyes
to see

 

I’m being
protected
against myself

 

peace
is my
default

 

enjoying beauty
is recognizing
myself

 

death is just
a thought denying
I’m love

 

what could God add
to the richness
I don’t accept?

 

the blessing
of a beggar
is God’s blessing

 

I can only deal
efficiently with
what I believe in

 

addiction
to silence
is just noise

 

why should a physical
version of life
be the only one?

 

waking and dreaming
are only different ways
to be fully aware

 

absence of
awareness
is sheer illusion

 

trusting my innocence
opens me for
inspiration

 

everything
changes
perfectly

 

if love weren’t
a reality,
nothing could be

 

spontaneity
is the structure
of life

 

creativity
needs
innocence

 

the lesser defined
myself, the easier
I get to the point

 

if innocence
is highest wisdom,
who educates?

 

what guidance
could stand in
for inner truth?

 

openness and
acceptance are the
means of grace

 

a high vision
is borne by
a light heart

 

darkness
can’t produce
light

 

absence
of light
is illusion

 

heavy heart:
don’t forget your
ground in Heaven

 

what to expect
if time does
not exist?

 

time cannot be
wasted; only
judgment can

 

judgment is
the measure of
unhappiness

 

innocence
is endless
trust

 

it takes no longer
than it takes
to trust

 

without trust
life becomes
unbearable

 

a simple recipe
for happiness:
don’t avoid it

 

I have sought
but never could
escape from God

 

my folly
demonstrates
God’s trust in me

 

love explores
the fringes
of my thought

 

I share dreams
with cells
and atoms

 

to love is
tasting eternity
in everything that passes

 

dwelling calmly,
seeing clearly,
my love expands

 

the most practical
thing to do
is being

 

love
only sees
love

 

complexity
demands
a simple mind

 

forgiveness
is supreme
Selfishness

 

I can only get
to where
I am

 

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