A breif Re-spot

Shattered and broke
you know its’ a joke
and all that you got
remember its’ not
all it would seem
because in this dream
you’ve got nothing that lasts but your soul
and if you want to jump in that hole
come for a ride with me
I will show you how you
start with no thing and end up the victor in time
because you are part of the rhyme
and no thing can take me away
you see in the end it was only a day
a brief re-spot in time
and I will win in this thing we call time

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God’s Kitchen

She sleeps little and eats light
and stays up late into the night
and dreams the dream of the delightful kiss
and dressed in the breeze of resplendence mist
perfumed in the beauty of a musical note
jeweled and schooled in chaos’s hoax
complete as fear where love would not dare
but I saw through illusion to see that was just the car made of tar and hair
from moment to moment and hour to hour it would change like the clock on a beautiful tower
The emperor’s clothes can last as long as you wish
you can cover yourself like food on a dish
but in the end we are all just broken plates

in the place we call God’s Kitchen

somewhere in outer space

and the car is not all the junkyard would see

you see inside was a precious seed

That God set in time to return to be free

when the seed was ready for the Sea of Light

God takes you back out on the beach and returns you to your real life

ACIM-II The Place of Religion in Psychotherapy

To be a teacher of Love, it is not necessary to be religious or even to believe in God to any recognizable extent. It is necessary, however, to teach forgiveness rather than condemnation. Even in this, complete consistency is not required, for one who had achieved that point could teach salvation completely, within an instant and without a word. Yet he who
has learned all things does not need a teacher, and the healed have no need for a therapist.
Relationships are still the temple of the Holy Spirit, and they will be made perfect in time and restored to eternity.
 Formal religion has no place in psychotherapy, but it also has no real place in religion. In this world, there is an astonishing tendency to join contradictory words into one term without perceiving the contradiction at all. The attempt to formalize religion is so obviously an ego attempt to reconcile the irreconcilable that it hardly requires elaboration here. Religion is experience; psychotherapy is experience. At the highest levels they become one. Neither is truth itself, but both can lead to truth. What can be necessary to find truth, which remains perfectly obvious, but to remove the seeming obstacles to true awareness?
 No one who learns to forgive can fail to remember God. Forgiveness, then, is all that need be taught, because it is all that need be learned. All blocks to the remembrance of God are forms of unforgiveness, and nothing else. This is never apparent to the patient, and only rarely so to the therapist. The world has marshalled all its forces against this one awareness, for in it lies the ending of the world and all it stands for.
 Yet it is not the awareness of God that constitutes a reasonable goal for psychotherapy.
This will come when psychotherapy is complete, for where there is forgiveness truth must come. It would be unfair indeed if belief in God were necessary to psychotherapeutic success. Nor is belief in God a really meaningful concept, for God can be but known. Belief implies that unbelief is possible, but knowledge of God has no true opposite. Not to know God is to have no knowledge, and it is to this that all unforgiveness leads. And without knowledge one can have only belief.
 Different teaching aids appeal to different people. Some forms of religion have nothing to do with God, and some forms of psychotherapy have nothing to do with healing. Yet if pupil and teacher join in sharing one goal, God will enter into their relationship because He has been invited to come in. In the same way, a union of purpose between patient and therapist restores the place of God to ascendance, first through Love’s vision and then through the memory of God Himself. The process of psychotherapy is the return to sanity. Teacher and pupil, therapist and patient, are all insane or they would not be here. Together they can find a pathway out, for no one will find sanity alone.
 If healing is an invitation to God to enter into His Kingdom, what difference does it make how the invitation is written? Does the paper matter, or the ink, or the pen? Or is it he who writes that gives the invitation? God comes to those who would restore His world, for they have found the way to call to Him. If any two are joined, He must be there. It does not matter what their purpose is, but they must share it wholly to succeed. It is impossible to share a goal not blessed by Love, for what is unseen through Love’s eyes is too fragmented to be meaningful.
 As true religion heals, so must true psychotherapy be religious. But both have many forms, because no good teacher uses one approach to every pupil. On the contrary, he
listens patiently to each one, and lets him formulate his own curriculum; not the curriculum’s goal, but how he can best reach the aim it sets for him. Perhaps the teacher does not think of God as part of teaching. Perhaps the psychotherapist does not understand that healing comes from God. They can succeed where many who believe they have found God will fail.
 What must the teacher do to ensure learning? What must the therapist do to bring healing about? Only one thing; the same requirement salvation asks of everyone. Each one must share one goal with someone else, and in so doing, lose all sense of separate interests. Only by doing this is it possible to transcend the narrow boundaries the ego would impose upon the self. Only by doing this can teacher and pupil, therapist and patient, you and I, accept Atonement and learn to give it as it was received.
 Communion is impossible alone. No one who stands apart can receive Love’s vision.
It is held out to him, but he cannot hold out his hand to receive it. Let him be still and recognize his brother’s need is his own. And let him then meet his brother’s need as his and see that they are met as one, for such they are. What is religion but an aid in helping him to see that this is so? And what is psychotherapy except a help in just this same direction? It is the goal that makes these processes the same, for they are one in purpose and must thus be one in means.

The Final Dream

The Final Dream-it’s just like a scene
from a script that was wrote to reveal the unseen
take a moment to breath and look back and reflect
the next part of the movie is better than SEX
but no matter what happens or plays on the screen
remember you wrote it-are you ready…..?
You ‘re Free
the decisions you choose and believe in your mind are vertices that take us in and out of time
to return us from separate pieces that fell from the sky and re-assemble again in the play we call “Mine”
so choose what you wish and let the rest be
no matter what happens Y-O-U are more than you SEE

ACIM”condensed”

Very simply, the purpose of psychotherapy is to remove the blocks to truth. Its aim is to aid the patient in abandoning his fixed delusional system, and to begin to reconsider the spurious cause and effect relationships on which it rests. No one in this world escapes fear, but everyone can reconsider its causes and learn to evaluate them correctly. God has given everyone a Teacher Whose wisdom and help far exceed whatever contributions an earthly therapist can provide. Yet there are times and situations in which an earthly patient-therapist relationship becomes the means through which He offers His greater gifts to both.
What better purpose could any relationship have than to invite the Holy Spirit to enter into it and give it His Own great gift of rejoicing? What higher goal could there be for anyone than to learn to call upon God and hear His Answer? And what more transcendent aim can there be than to recall the way, the truth and the life, and to remember God? To help in this is the proper purpose of psychotherapy. Could anything be holier? For psychotherapy, correctly understood, teaches forgiveness and helps the patient to recognize and accept it. And in his healing is the therapist forgiven with him.
Everyone who needs help, regardless of the form of his distress, is attacking himself, and his peace of mind is suffering in consequence. These tendencies are often described as “self-destructive,” and the patient often regards them in that way himself. What he does not realize and needs to learn is that this “self,” which can attack and be attacked as well, is a concept he made up. Further, he cherishes it, defends it, and is sometimes even willing to “sacrifice” his “life” on its behalf. For he regards it as himself. This self he sees as being acted on, reacting to external forces as they demand, and helpless midst the power of the world.
Psychotherapy, then, must restore to his awareness the ability to make his own decisions. He must become willing to reverse his thinking, and to understand that what he thought projected its effects on him were made by his projections on the world. The world he sees does therefore not exist. Until this is at least in part accepted, the patient cannot see himself as really capable of making decisions. And he will fight against his freedom because he thinks that it is slavery.
The patient need not think of truth as God in order to make progress in salvation. But he must begin to separate truth from illusion, recognizing that they are not the same, and becoming increasingly willing to see illusions as false and to accept the truth as true. His Teacher will take him on from there, as far as he is ready to go. Psychotherapy can only save him time.
The Holy Spirit uses time as He thinks best, and He is never wrong. Psychotherapy under His direction is one of the means He uses to save time, and to prepare additional teachers for His work. There is no end to the help that He begins and He directs. By whatever routes He chooses, all psychotherapy leads to God in the end. But that is up to Him. We are all His psychotherapists, for He would have us all be healed in Him.
Psychotherapy is a process that changes the view of the self. At best this “new” self is a more beneficent self-concept, but psychotherapy can hardly be expected to establish reality. That is not its function. If it can make way for reality, it has achieved its ultimate success. Its whole function, in the end, is to help the patient deal with one fundamental error; the belief that anger brings him something he really wants, and that by justifying attack he is protecting himself. To whatever extent he comes to realize that this is an error, to that extent is he truly saved.
Patients do not enter the therapeutic relationship with this goal in mind. On the contrary, such concepts mean little to them, or they would not need help. Their aim is to be able to retain their self-concept exactly as it is, but without the suffering that it entails. Their whole equilibrium rests on the insane belief that this is possible. And because to the sane mind it is so clearly impossible, what they seek is magic. In illusions the impossible is easily accomplished, but only at the cost of making illusions true. The patient has already paid this price. Now he wants a “better” illusion.
At the beginning, then, the patient’s goal and the therapist’s are at variance. The therapist as well as the patient may cherish false self-concepts, but their respective perceptions of “improvement” still must differ. The patient hopes to learn how to get the changes he wants without changing his self-concept to any significant extent. He hopes, in fact, to stabilize it sufficiently to include within it the magical powers he seeks in psychotherapy. He wants to make the vulnerable invulnerable and the finite limitless. The self he sees is his god, and he seeks only to serve it better.
Regardless of how sincere the therapist himself may be, he must want to change the patient’s self-concept in some way that he believes is real. The task of therapy is one of reconciling these differences. Hopefully, both will learn to give up their original goals, for it is only in relationships that salvation can be found. At the beginning, it is inevitable that patients and therapists alike accept unrealistic goals not completely free of magical overtones. They are finally given up in the minds of both.
Yet the ideal outcome is rarely achieved. Therapy begins with the realization that healing is of the mind, and in psychotherapy those have come together who already believe this.
It may be they will not get much further, for no one learns beyond his own readiness. Yet levels of readiness change, and when therapist or patient has reached the next one, there will be a relationship held out to them that meets the changing need. Perhaps they will come together again and advance in the same relationship, making it holier. Or perhaps each of them will enter into another commitment. Be assured of this; each will progress. Retrogression is temporary.
The overall direction is one of progress toward the truth.
Psychotherapy itself cannot be creative. This is one of the errors which the ego fosters; that it is capable of true change, and therefore of true creativity. When we speak of “the saving illusion” or “the final dream,” this is not what we mean, but here is the ego’s last defense.
“Resistance” is its way of looking at things; its interpretation of progress and growth. These interpretations will be wrong of necessity, because they are delusional. The changes the ego seeks to make are not really changes. They are but deeper shadows, or perhaps different cloud patterns. Yet what is made of nothingness cannot be called new or different. Illusions are illusions; truth is truth.
Resistance as defined here can be characteristic of a therapist as well as of a patient.
Either way, it sets a limit on psychotherapy because it restricts its aims. Nor can the Holy Spirit fight against the intrusions of the ego on the therapeutic process. But He will wait, and His patience is infinite. His goal is wholly undivided always. Whatever resolutions patient and therapist reach in connection with their own divergent goals, they cannot become completely reconciled as one until they join with His. Only then is all conflict over, for only then can there be certainty.
Ideally, psychotherapy is a series of holy encounters in which brothers and sisters meet to bless each other and to receive the peace of God. And this will one day come to pass for every “patient” on the face of this earth, for who except a patient could possibly have come here? The therapist is only a somewhat more specialized teacher of God. He learns through teaching, and the more advanced he is the more he teaches and the more he learns. But whatever stage he is in, there are patients who need him just that way. They cannot take more than he can give for now. Yet both will find sanity at last.

Why would AA have the astonishing tendency to be similar to formalized religion ?

Why would the anonymous 12 step programs have the astonishing tendency to join formalized religion in the contradiction? In these anonymous groups there are the forms in which a “better” person designs to stoop to save a “baser” one from what he truly is -a hopeless addict/alcoholic. Forgiveness or recovery here rests on an attitude of humble charitable graciousness and is so far from love that the arrogance of the ego’s game could never and will never be dislodged. Who can forgive or be re-cover(ed) and yet despise what he is? And who can tell another he is steeped in sin? In order to judge anything rightly, one would have to be fully aware of an inconceivably wide range of things; past, present and to come. One would have to recognise in advance all the effects of his judgements on everyone and everything involved in them in any way. And one would have to be certain there is no distortion in his perception, so that his judgement would be wholly fair to everyone on whom it rests now and in the future. Who is in a position to do this? Who except in grandiose fantasies would claim this for himself? Remember how many times you thought you knew all the “facts” you needed for judgement, and how wrong you were? Is there anyone who has not had this experience? Would you know how many times you merely thought you were right, without ever realising you were wrong? Why would you choose such an arbitrary basis for decision-making? Wisdom is not judgement; it is the relinquishment of judgement. Judgement, like other devices by which the world of BULLSHIT is maintained, is totally misunderstood by this a-non-y-mous group. It is actually confused with wisdom, and substitutes for truth in your “rooms” of the anonymous ego projection. It appears to be very personal in that each story -conceived in madness- claims to be its’ own method of arbitrary salvation.   

What would be the investment in a strategy in which one must continue to say you are not temporarily but eternally fucked with some thing really scary happening -it’s always right around the bend or just a blink away and no thing that is of safe-t-y?

The acceptance of sickness is an election of choice, for a purpose for which it would use the body. The instant the valuelessness of sickness is recognised the sufferer no longer sees any value in pain.

If sickness is of the mind and the body is simply the vessel that is dependant on the minds’ descisions ( similar to your understanding of a driver in the car) would recognition of responsibility placed where it belongs look on the world and see it as it is not?

 There is a power not governed by the laws the arbitrary i-m-permanent BULLSHIT world made up. There is a power that keeps all things safe-eternally. The qualities and characteristics this power contains are un-ambiguous , not arbitrary -IS Permanent and…Are you ready?

What is the world is happening through me- not 2 me?

Take your seats -fold them up-throw the valueless away-Rise Up and look again-for it is a new day

Serenity Row slackers and Bleeding Deacon Asses

get up off your duff and get outside

you can’t live off of ”your” story till the day you expire

Retrogression is optional-but the “story” is tiresome

even with an u-(we)-n-limited time to see

 Could keeping “love” focused in the rooms be the place where time is collapsed for the few who can hear -or should we continue titillating the adult-children till the cows come home? Addicts and Alcoholics do not enter the ”program”with usually any specific goal in mind other than to stop pain. Additionally, concepts mean little to them. People just need help. Most Addicted Folks aim is to be able to retain their self-concept exactly as it is, but without the suffering that it entails and the scare tactic of the continual “car Wreck” rests on the insane belief that this is all that is possible.  It’s like the Clockwork Orange movie where Alec is forced to see ultra-violence 24hrs a day-kinda like what’s happening now. (look at your hand held device.) 

For people that works for great. But, there is a huge population of people falling through the cracks and this is why I pose the question? Why would AA have the astonishing tendency to be similar to formalized religion ? Either way….

 Miracles are healing because they supply a lack; they are performed by those who temporarily have more for those who temporarily have less. Miracles are both beginnings and endings, and so they alter the temporal order. They undo the past in the present, and thus release the future. Miracles are natural signs of forgiveness. Through miracles you accept God’s forgiveness by extending it to others.Miracles are part of an interlocking chain of forgiveness that when completed is the atonement

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My Prayer for Everyone and Everything

to those who seek you now can follow
the beat of your own distant drum
the melody will bring you home
the rhythm will make you wiser
to those who believe it will be so
the world will unfold it’s kindness
there is no god of retribution
there is no god of the chosen few
see in the end
love is all that matters and it is here
inside of you
plant your love and it will grow
plant hope and that is what u will sow
and until when we meet again
you will remember what we know
the song has never left your soul
So…

Loosen your shackles
they lives in a dream
and all of the fishes are one with a beautiful wonderful sea

pull back from your senses
for a moment to see
we live the illusion of Adam’s the lost child’s dream

never awoke
from the mistake of a child
he lives seperated but not away from Love’s Father

but he thought he left home
and to do this you see
he had an illusion that he had broke free

remember the story of Adam and Eve

they ate from an apple and saw everything

then thrown into a dream of right and wrong so we could see what is effect and what is cause

you see the struggle
we create and decide
was made up by dualities
harsh and miraculous ride

good and evil
birth and death
are just like a circle
impermanence can’t rest

and inside the world
that is scarcities ride
we look at each other
and try to decide

which one was wrong
and which one was right
we live at the table
that was dressed for a fight

but what if I told you of a love that’s so bold

that nothing or no one could break from its’ hold

could hurt it destroy it or make it go crazed

no matter how hard it won’t go away

and what if I told you
that all the world is a stage and in the son’s last act
he believes that his capricious/whimsical Father
is going to come back

and sin and atonement
and punishments wrath
played out like it is a ride
on a child’s dream of a carnival track

and when you return
to where you were start
to the place I believe
where perfect love art

that All of the Prisoners are going to be free

and that is my prayer to everyone and everything

 

Forgive everyone for everything mar gheall ar everyone gets Home

Forgive everyone for everything
is the voice that I heard from the back of my brain
When I forgive you I forgive myself I don’t need to learn this lesson from outer space

I turned to tomorrow and tried to recall
what was the reason why we had to fall
I was tired of pulling the past into now and ruining the moment from
mistakes I had found
and cradled and nurtured since the dawn of time
to make me remember I had to decide

and turn to the people that I tried to blame for keeping me locked here in a place called insane

I forgive everyone for everything

there is nothing left here for me to sing

remember the love that knows of your pain and would never leave you in a place called insane

remember the love that knows of your soul and would never leave you here all alone

Let go of your *stuff and throw it away

and your vision can not but return one fine day

remember eternity/forever/limiltless/your mind is always happening and can not be circumvented by space/time/limited/your 3-D jumpsuit fruit nursery rhyme

…and will remind Y-O-U

mar gheall ar I picked it-the special ,seperate, and additionally the only one in the garden I wasn’t supposed to mess with-the duality stuff-good and evil- the fruit part remember-I think I remember some part about- it withers and then dies? 

There are no wax apples on the other side

Forgive everyone for everything because everyone gets Home

it’s not the snake or the fruit it’s the tree that decides

and what LOVE created can not be destroyed

and each of the seeds gets back through the floor

and like a ladder you climb back up the tree until no thing is left un-done blocking love’s awareness between you and me

effect can not leave cause

no matter how hard you try

and we are just the resisitance in between opposing sides

so pick up your banjo and go out and dance

the world and its’ children all get another chance!

*stuff=(grudges,resentments,hate,anxiety,un-ease,dis-ease-the world is happening to me-not from me or a reversal of the palpable sense of inferiority or superiority to any other piece of the puzzle. i.e. ego projection :news flash-they are us)

Love in the end wins the show

Salvation and Damnation have the same underlying fault
They both subscribe to -there must be some cost
a tremendous investment has been made by the mind
to keep us fearful and grieving concealed in a rhyme
The bodies own purpose a device of the mind
it appears to prove seperation and division in a puzzle called time
You think to yourself -did we decide to get lost?
divide into a zillion then return back to one through some infinite cost
unhappy in pain and divine in joy’s reign
the semblance of meaning inside pleasure and pain
is the head of the hammer that unlocks your brain
The martyrs the prophets the persecuted and despised
are all just projections inside of your mind
You act out your play and make a seperate heaven and then all the king’s horses all the king’s men could not put perfection back together again
and when you return from whence you were start
the world and its’ pictures will all fall apart.
You see we have some thing called love with infinite patience
and all that love is not is called every station
but we never left home is all that love said
you see in the end there is nothing called dead
We are a zillion broken pieces of the same fragmented mind

that live in two gardens inside of a rhyme

One is called Eden the other called Fear

That’s why our hearts’ tell us to be of good cheer
because we have two buttons inside of this mind

One kicks and screams for need that is blind

The other one knows that nothing and no one remains inside time

be gracious and kind till the end of the world

Love will wait patiently here and all that entails

Remember when lost we always end up back home

and that only Love in the end Wins the show

Dualities Breeze

Have you heard of the kid with the feet made of clay
That tried to leave home for a very long day
He fell here to earth from a place we call heaven
to represent the pieces from a place we’ll call 7
And what is created can not be destroyed even if pictures display a new toy

Now, There once was an ocean and inside lived a fish
just one of a zillion inside of a dish
The dish is a circle that spins far and wide and returns to the center when you cross the next side
The fish disappear into a deep blue sea and try to get home from under a tree. From the tree fell an apple we call impermanent time that is simply a blip in an infinite line
The snake is your brain that perceives 3-D space and projects out the players you see in this place
The stage has been set and  the cues are on time
in fact, it unfolds like a nursery rhyme
and somewhere between the lines and the actors you begin to hear the gentle laughter
Of a kid who left home and thought he broke free
but it was just dust in the dish of dualites breeze

The fragmeted pieces of an eternal mind that come back together through space and time

and reassemble in the creation that we call our home

because nothing or no one would leave you here all alone

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The Song 4ever

Could you help me across the river
do you think you could lend me a hand?
I’ve been broken and beat up into pieces and I’m called the infinite mind
The World and its’ play knows the silence
that lived in a place b4 time
and all your brothers and sisters are living inside of a rhyme
A song that is always creating
a song that has always been
the Journey back home is as long or as as short as you want it
and you can feel it inside the summer’s wind
and when you hear the melodies pieces

all come back together again
a song that is nothing but brilliant
returns from 4ever and Wins

The merry go round “dualities play”

Within the Eden state there was no fear-lack and scarcity had not yet appeared

eternal ,unambiguous and limitless not i-m-permanent ,ridiculous and limited

Within the post-Eden state or circle of duality and i-m-permanence the fear you will experience is perceived as denial
all that love is not continually turns and repeats in a fire

all the “stories” after Eden are the story of *jive
the notion of opposing patterns can aptly describe
             the merry go round that we wrote down from the rhyme

 go down every highway and look under each stone
do you really think we are man and wo-(mb)- man hiding in a garden all alone?

and that only one body could possibly pay and the rest get to suffer and like dust blow away?

look at
fight in the battle or the win in the play and when you look back they don’t mean a thing
The “I ” that is living inside of this play
is like a seperate piece of fruit from a mind run away
the joke is that you think it will end if you win the war or lose the battle you’re in 
Then return to play the opposite part that becomes the resistance and that was you at the start
everyone comes home or everyone stays
we figure it out when we’re done with the play

You see I am you and you are me we take seperate turns at a run to be free

and then turn around because we can not run away from the cause that has made the effect- we call dualities play

Ashes to ashes -dust to dust

don’t tell you don’t give a fuk

and when love gets home

we’ll all gonna smile and say————– it was just “dualities play”

return to the love that you know in your heart

return to the love that was there from the start

return all your toys for they all go away

and in the end it is only your LOVE that will stay

*jive=Some Dude named God created man in his own image and man returned the favor and created a wrathful, jealous and hateful supreme being who condemned us to suffer , die and if you are lucky get buried with extra special winner people who invented a religion called judgementalism that is all about earthly abundance. 

That’s jive! 

Extra Extra-Read all about it-Love Wins

Drowned in the seasons of fury and resolved to never get lost
At dawn we rise with excitement that no body pays any cost 
Embroider my soul with your sadness we’ll pass through the secrets of time
and there at the final moment see tomorrows’ return at sunrise
the history of time has no answer so don’t go and look and ask why
carry all your cares and your worries and lay them down at the rivers side
I will wait here for you till you make it
from this place we’ll always return
you won’t need a thing where we’re going
you won’t even need your new phone
the inevitable end of the story ends just how the story begins the end of the rhyme is the glory that every single one of us wins!

All the seeds will be called

Cad is féidir tús a chur agus ansin deireadh a bheith acu agus ansin a bheith curtha i gcónaí?

What can begin

and then have an end

and then have always have been?

Meaning cannot be resolved
until the conflict attempts to be solved
acute as it feels the moment reveals
All the seeds will be called.

Surely the mind will find peace
for what is cannot be called free
the self will retain and inherit the brain
until you realize that was the snake’s deceit

when he quailed you into a limited feast
The fruit or the jumpsuit you see

is a piece from a tree
that tells you a tree-a-sure will grow
but what it don’t say
there is a cost you will pay
and that is to be a seperate

i-m-permanent piece

alone and afraid

in a world made of jade

like fruit that has fell from the tree

the frantic ego mind

will m-i-s-create a world and decide
all that has kept you from peace
but inside will remain

the answer you crave

because it was always just part of a scene

In the play we will call

“How it all gets Re-solved”

at the part where the secret mystery/sacred bullshit veil

becomes unseen

the effect and the cause

will answer when called
and then and only then will you see

there is no way you can hide

from the love in this mind

because tomorrow

 the best part of the dream

and like the fruit you will fall

on the roots of it all

 and you still have never left the tree

So, what can begin

and then have an end

and then have always have been?

It is the seed we call love

and when it all comes undone

we return to extend

the love that has called us from sleep

That being said,

there is work to be done

and you can be light

where none can be seen

 

Have I told you the rhyme?

Then listen…

When I close my eyes

and I repeat in my mind
the song that I sing

 is my minds’ only dream
renewed and replaced

by time and the face
that kissed my closed eyes

 in a place before time
and told me of the rhyme

of all I would find

to repair and erase

this exile in space

and for hope to return

in the lessons we learn

would return us to home

and the song we had known

Have I told you of the rhyme?

In a place before time

and that was all

 I was sent to find

Call it the song of my soul

and all I had known

was just dust and bones

and all that had passed

had reason to back

 all the times I had tried

to make others’ decide

my happiness lied

only inside

and never outside

of my soul

remember that place

and we can return

and everything learned

will fall in its’ place

and we will return to our home

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Why would AA have the astonishing tendency to be similar to formalized religion ?

Reblogged from bobdogkid:

Why would the anonymous 12 step programs have the astonishing tendency to join formalized religion in the contradiction? In these anonymous groups there are the forms in which a “better” person designs to stoop to save a “baser” one from what he truly is -a hopeless addict/alcoholic. Forgiveness or recovery here rests on an attitude of humble charitable graciousness and is so far from love that the arrogance of the ego’s game could never and will never be dislodged.

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