The Source

'Tween the

solid and the mist,

'tween the

rock and the dream,

my watch keeps time,

but my soul counts eternity.

No victim am I,

no blame to world or

or god.

I reach deep into

the quantum for

forgiveness and solace,

for truth and inspiration,

mining its translucent gold

to adorn a world

greyed by the bellicose

and dull-witted.

agd - Day 3

Fleeting

Today is a day

of revelation.

This moment dazzles the mind.

But in even a few hours

the letters once

standing tall

and full of sense

will topple

and lie lifeless

on the fading page.

agd - inspired by P.M.

September Morn

September morn,

dimmed by gray

and silent mist today.

Another day born

to revel in and

wonder in blissful play.

Let us not forlorn

the words misspoken

or the promises broken.

September morn

awaits the sun

to coax the clouds away.

agd

Thanks

I may not have a wealth

of knowledge or skills.

I many not have accomplished

great things and have renown.

I may not have loved with passion.

But I know.

I know I AM,

and thus

abundance,

forgiveness,

love,

healing,

salvation.

Selah

Yard Crawl

Did the Rt. 11 Yard Crawl Saturday. I was able to set up on the porch of Wayside Inn, Middletown, Va. I still can't believe all the stuff I still have. Where did it all come from?? Anyhow, I did pretty well. Extras which did not sell are going to Good Will. I can't keep these things any longer. It's a chore trying to disencumber myself from accumulated stuff. Yes, they remind me of elements of my life, periods of my life, my current interests to express the creative impressions which flow through this mind. But enough is too much. So, slowly, I intend to "clean house." I don't think I could stand to do another yard sale. Do I still have stuff? Yes.

BTW - anyone interested in sheet music? I have a ton of music books I will never look at, but which budding musicians might use.

Purpose

Thankful for

the blinding morning sunlight

animating the solar prayer wheel

splashing golden chips

on wall and table and hand,

distracted.

How can eternity

exist in this one moment,

and this one moment

be the vessel of etermity?

Yet, it does.

It is.

Is.

Be.

Am.

Selah

Come,

melt with me,

swim with me

in the ocean of

Divine Love,

in the luminous

Sea of Life

in which you and I

were conceived

for reasons known

entirely and satisfyingly

to the Mind

conceiving

all that is.

Selah

Thanks for the gig, love.

Dreams

Dreams,

windows the mind opens

on dimensions of metaphor

staging the surreal

not just while bodies sleep,

but between blinkin'

and noddin' in the sunlight,

slurping your caffeine, or

halfway through the "Wheel"

or an act on AGT.

So, stay awake,

paying attention

to the clouds of images

and sounds parading

through your mind.

Dismiss them not,

choose the pearls,

thankful for the insight.

agd

Love

Who told you

you are loved?

How did you learn it?

Some learn it

in the gestures of faith.

Some learn it

thru acts of purpose.

Some thru family

and covens of likeness.

And some learn it

by taking the road

less traveled,

flying thru their

personal wormhole,

seemingly alone,

yet guided,

surrounded by

fluttering angels,

discovering in

the depths of their being

the Love which binds the universes,

the real dark matter

which connects the galaxies

and like-minded souls.

Love, which spends itself,

which lives a life in gratitude,

not needy for creature comforts,

but is given all it needs

to play out its purpose,

once dreamt in the

Heart of God.

agd - 6 mos. til Xmas.

Only One

"As a body, everyone is single,

as a soul never."    Herman Hesse

In that dimension

exists plurality -

a web of cells connected,

known.

This dimension creates

the singular,

separate, in numbers

always trying to connect

while maintaining singularity -

groaning to be known.

Both are illusions.

There is only One.

Just enjoy the ride.

Numbers

In Being,

I AM ONE.

   In contrast,

   I AM two,

In reality*,

I AM three,

   In process**,

   I AM four,

In Quanta***,

I AM five,

   In birthing,

    I AM six,

and 7x7,

 I AM Heaven.

   Knowing,

   I AM eight,

Transforming,

 I AM nine,

   Releasing,

   I AM naught,

In Being,

   I AM ONE.

Selah.

    *matter

  **evolution/time

***possibilities

In The End

What does it matter if I actually ski on Aspen's slopes or watch you ski on TV? In the end, it is only a memory, a virtual experience at most, stowed away in my mind and in the Akashic files of the Universal Mind. I download the memory and can sense the snow, the sun, the speeding descent in my memory. Did "I" ski, or was that you? I can believe I did, and that would be enough. I enter the memory. The memory fulfills me. Such as that is, I have climbed Mt. Everest, driven a submarine beneath green waters, hiked along the Appalachian Trail, traveled the mountain roads of Nepal, was loved by extraordinarily lusty bedfellows. I have soared amidst stars in the dark expanse of space, and spoken face-to-face with Jesus. So why should I feel I have missed out on anything in this life or any other? I feel it, I remember it as if it were my own actual experience. The memory is enough, because, in the end, it is all that is.

In the end, we all share one another's experience. The lust for actual experience is an illusive impulse, but it is what motivates Life. If I cannot do this or that, no matter. You will, because Life will fulfill Itself, and rues not to have missed anything. All is as it should be. You want to do more? Go ahead! You want to do less (Tao)? Observe.

In the end, we have access to the Akashic records and can live any virtual experience. Isn't that what today's technology is teaching us about reality? As above, so below. Here, we create tools and machinery to create realities and experiences. In the non-material realms it all exists virtually.  Life exists in memory and mind - every possibility - in the One Mind, the One Being, the One Life. And it is available to all, to all who are awake. In the end, the dance of Life draws every soul into the Heart of God.

Dazzling Stars

(on a drive down Rt. 11 south, the sun

glinted off the mica in the tarmac - in a moment,

it reminded me of stars)

Modern Life

does tempt the senses,

living high

on science's inventions.

Better embraced by green

and silent hills,

buzzing wings,

waving grasses

and deer-stalked rills,

a hermit's Eden,

an angel's recluse.

I visit myself

in home and market,

so many faces,

so many stories,

so little time to

hear them all.

Grateful and free,

I drive my chariot

on paths of dazzling stars,

always homing

to the nest

to rest

for another day

of miracles.

agd

Life: The Penultimate Journey

Air - not empty space,

but full…

of atoms gealed

into molecules

of substance

touching me at every step,

making way for larger gloms

joining once again

as passing I journey on,

walking,

plodding,

trodding,

gliding,

flying,

spinning thru air-soup and time,

one goal in mind: Home.

Yet all the while

gerunding thru Life,

believing Home's illusion far off,

a sudden elbow in my side,

a spark of laughter,

a flash of blinding light

and suddenly

Home is not afar off,

Home is right here,

right now, in me.

With every step,

with every thought

and inspiration,

 I move from room-to-room

in the Home made by angels

and quantum dreams.

The journey never ends.

agd