I see you in there.

You just know...

She's there, and you just know that she's been there a long, long time...

And you want to hold her and tell her of this incredible awareness,

That you are old friends!...perhaps very old friends, without regard to time...

You occassionally just look deep...

Trying to awaken her...

Or to find her behind that veil of the life she wears today.

There, in the deep of her eyes, behind the nowness that has smothered her realization...she Remembers too.

And in a moment of pure magic that comes just every so often ,

In a blink that reveals eternity,

You both know it...

Feel it..

Love it...

And try to hold on...wanting to say it...share it and be in it...

Then, with equal force,

the pull of yang,

in all it's balancing presence,

pulls the plug!

Zap...you're back...

And your mystical moment evaporates like the last trace of dew on a summer morning lawn...gone. gone.

"did you just feel that...?"

no....

no, of course not...

You move on...

confused...hungry,

but soul satisfied.

me

i have strong yearnings to close an abyss between my creator and me...
as if even considering "space" between us isn't egocentric enough...
as if I could close this gap...

as if it would be anything I could do...me...
really...the biggest part of this problem isn't the distance between me and God...
it's that I perceive a "me" in the equation in the fist place....
(i think)

Randy

...my friend was reflecting on his 3 year old grandaughter..."man...I wish there was some way I could make her understand just how much I love her...you know, that she'd completely comprehend the depth of my love for her...she does seem to sense my love at this early age...often she'll crawl up into my lap so peaceful and contented...trusting, but I want her to know with every morsel of her soul and intellect that papa's love is eternal...uncompromising and not contingent on anything!..." " I wonder how she'll ever know just how deeply i love her..."
I thought about this then suggested he write it down...as a letter from him to his little grand daughter from her lovng PaPa. Her mom could keep it for those later years when she will enjoy the memories and better relate to the whole love message. Then I considered...wow...who doesn't want that letter...! Who doesn't want that absorption in a love that saturates and pours over us us like a river running it's banks...we all want that!

"Hey I said...write that letter twice...send one to yourself...and sign it form PaPa God.

skip and meg

tiny spirit specs

laughing, dancing, flitting through the universe

they see all,

know all,

love all.

then, in a flick they slow.....

slowing, slowing....

s l o w i n g....

settling into a new place,

warm and sensual newness...

there, they birth....

to re-experience

to remember

to remind

to point the way...quickly!

(before they forget)

88

eighty eight choices ...

endless harmonies...

and before one note is struck, you've headr her song...

i have loved you

i have loved you here and now...and in every moment of the infinite...
bathed in a November moon near craggy Connemara peaks...
blanketed in a Little Bay sunset...
near a laughing hearth on a raging winter's deep...
i have loved you in the deepest, reasonless scapes of my midnight dreaming...
and in the midst of a day's toil.

you are now...and then...
the vapor that sustains and extends my living.

when i romance you, i romance life...
i am lover then...
loved...and
love.

traces

i dread the smallness of me in this bed
layers of bedclothes won't drown the lonely...
cannot thaw the walls of ice that trap my soul in this house of one.
mindlessly...

i roll to my left
to a space
he kept.