The Art of Amplifying

When You think of
Love,
think of
a Wave,
an Oscillation,
a Pitch;
a vibrating
Frequency,
like the Signal that
Broadcasts

the Music
that fills
Your Soul
as if it’s Your
Mainsail.

On those days
when You believe
You must
separate
Your Reality
into
Good or Evil,
Divine or Mundane,
Levitating or Capsizing,
Beautifying or Debilitating . . .

Halt the
Classifying
for a Moment of
Contemplating
the Art of
Amplifying
the Frequency of
Love.

Turn up that
Dial of Desire
for Beauty,
and see if
You can
Transform that
Slithering Snake of
Despond
into a
Dancing Dervish of
Delight.

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The Imposter

Do You have
an Imposter
Who has
claimed
Your Identity?

Who has
infiltrated
Your waking
Self
such that
You believe
You are
the Narcissist
They seem to be?

The Self-Centered
Comfort-At-Any-Cost
Procrastinating
Easy Way Out on
The Path of Least Resistance
Christmas-Ignoring
Scrooge
They seem to be?

Or maybe You’ve
created Your own
Version of
The Black Hole.

Look again.

There’s a Seed,
made of
Love and Light and Laughter,
that just Now
sprouted
at the Bottom of
The Black Hole.

A “Rose is a Rose is a Rose”
that’s Blooming
the Hell out
until

The Black Hole
is nothing but
Artful
lattice and stonework
making Way
for a

Bloomfest.

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How Dare You?

How dare You
tell Your
incipient
Clown
to sit down and
shut up,

send Your
burgeoning
Weirdo
to Their
room,

ask Your
Serious Self
to open
the Door
when there’s a
Knock?

As if
it isn’t bad enough
that You tie
that useless
satin noose
around
Your neck
every day,
draped over
a garment
drained of
any color
that might
suggest
You’re Anything
less than
Solid Substance.

Have You forgotten
that there is
no Love
without Laughter?
No Light
without Lollapalooza?

That The Creator
is
Robin Williams
and
Richard Pryor
and
Phyllis Diller?

and

They made You
to
Laugh
Your
Ass
Off.

(Photo by Hikkyo Ikan; UnSplash)

 

Light Being

Let’s say
You’re in
The Black Hole.

Your Self-Examination
reveals a Self
so full of Flaws
You’re not sure
You can continue
to hide them,
especially from
Your Self.

It’s shameful,
the way You
wrap Your arms
around Your
self-inflicted
wounds,

refusing to
use those arms to
embrace
even those
Who desire
to feel Your arms
around Them,
scars and all,

Other Selves
with wounds
of Their own,
perhaps sitting
next to You,
there in
The Black Hole.

There are days
when You even believe
the best thing
would be to
pitch forward and
fall into The Abyss.

But there’s more
to You than
flaws and scars!

Emerging from
Somewhere near
Your Heart,
awaiting Your summons,

a Being
made of Light,
wearing
a shameless grin,
arms wide,

Who swallows You whole,
until You are
the Light Being,

and there is
no Black Hole
that can
hold You.

(Photo by Cristofer Maximilian; UnSplash)

 

Theater School

Daydream with Me
for a Spell.

Imagine We are Here
to Learn,
as Wise Ones say,
but let’s deepen that
a bit:

Let’s say
this Life is
Theater School.
We’re here to learn
to Act
from Scripts
penned with quills
dipped in Love.

Stories built from
narratives
straight from
The Mind of
The Divine Lover
Who built
The Theater.

Dramas,
some of them
quite wrenching,
nearly unbearable.

Comedies,
some of them
quite titillating.

But what if
You are also in
Theater School
to study to Be
a Playwright?

What if
You’re here
to Be
The Creator
Yourself?

(Photo by Ben White: UnSplash)

 

Sunday Sermon

A page from
a Holy Book
tells Us that
“The wages of Sin
is Death.”

Another page
explains that
“Sin is missing the Mark,
falling short of
the Glory of a
heavenly God.”

What if
the Idea
that Failure is
the Harbinger of Death
is not
so Holy?

What if Failure
is reason to
throw a Party?

Bring on
the Musicians,
set the Table with
the best dishes,
hire a crew of
Extraordinary Chefs,

Make the Failure
the Guest of Honor,
with a seat
reserved with a
Silver Sign
that says
“We Love You.”

Actually,
that’s a page
from that same
Holy Book.

You decide how
You want to
greet Your
Failures.

(Photo by Al Elmes; UnSplash)

 

Play By the Rules

All Your Life
You’ve been told
You’re not Enough.

In fact
the loudest Voice
has likely been
Your own.

Imagining
that You don’t
have Enough
to Be
the One
You’d Love
to Be.

But what if
Love is What
made You,
is What You’re
made of?

What if You
imagined
that if You
Play the Game
by the Rules
of Love,

that Love has
made certain
there will always
be More than
Enough?
That It can’t Be
Otherwise?

That Everything:
every Power,
every Object,
every Thought,
every Creation
is already There,
waiting for You
to claim it

for the Service of
The Love that
You Are.

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