The Whispering Love

“The Whispering Love That Watches Over”

Or

“Your Weird Little Cat”

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There is a Love that loves all that you do

A Love that stands by you, Constant and True

All that you are, increases this Love

She sees you as pure as Heaven Above

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Your imperfect ways make this Love grow each day

Like you love your weird cat and her weird little ways

And when you feel off and slip into the dark

This Love that now watches increases in Heart

All that you choose only makes this Love more

You can’t mess it up, your breath makes Her soar

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This Love feels no anger or judgment or worse

There’s no disappointment, in Love you are first

and foremost in all that you are and you do

You can’t break this Love, for this Love has made you

And Love makes you still, and ever Love will

You are this Great Love, just surrender and feel

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Love is Eternal and can’t cost a thing

Love is a Presence not that diamond ring

Love is who sits by you when you’re alone

Love knows your thoughts and Love blesses your home

Love is the Light that you sometimes might see

At the edge of your eye, when you Simply Be

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Yes, Love like the Love that you have for your cat

Yet to this Great Love you are much more than that

For even if you love your cat with whole heart

You and your cat sadly someday must part

This Love that is watching you reading this now

Is Love that can’t fade for Love doesn’t know how

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If your canvas fades will your painting still stay?

Will your little home stand if the Earth goes away?

Could Earth even be without space to exist?

Could flowers still grow, without angels’ soft kiss?

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When you see how connected all things have to be

Love takes on Aliveness, to those who are free

of frail little walls in a scared thinking mind

which needs to feel safe more than needs to be kind

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You see through those walls when you smile at a bird

in thanks for the song that your love-formed ears heard

You tear through the veil, when you witness and sigh

the golden orange sunsets, and sacred sunrise

When you play with a child, not for them, but for you

When you wish on a star, all you long to come true

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Its a Love like that Love, that is watching you now

But She’s bigger than you, so She has more Love Power

Revealing to you who you are and are not.

Setting you free when you think are caught

Love never stops Loving or Guiding your life

She’s there in your peace, in your joy and your strife

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Love kisses your forehead as you fall asleep

Love kisses each tear of your heart when it weeps

Love gives you the dreams to set sweet soul above

a world that made rules which are not based in Love

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“I love you! I love you! I love you!” Love sighs,

“Through all of your lives and your lies and your cries,

I love you unto each and every new birth

I save you from bodies before grave or hearse

I Am the True Love which Gives flesh its Sweet Life

I Am Love Eternal, the Source of All Light

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“So when you feel love for your weird little cat

Know that I’ve loved you for centuries like that.

And I love you now, and I’ll help you to heal

I’ll whisper your Truth when you’re quiet and still.”

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Your Glorious Mind

Los Angeles

Runyon Canyon

Gorgeous Hike

Breathtaking Sunset

Awing distant city lights

Far beneath the mountain

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Yet on that hike

Walking past

Moviestar Beauty,

Shockingly Intense,

So much so,

that these co-hiking humans

appeared to be

 another species entirely,

I found myself slipping into comparison,

and self annihilation arrived.

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I told my hiking friend,

“I see people so gorgeous

I want to leap off the mountain!”

He laughed and said he felt the same way.

(Did that mean he wanted me to leap off the mountain?)

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Yet moments later, my outlook changed

when  I happened upon

the most beautiful person on the mountain,

Quite possibly the most beautiful person ever.

His legs were bent in an unusual way,

he walked with two canes,

swaying from side to side,

and he was different from everyone,

because he had the Biggest Truest Smile of All.

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He was looking around,

at all the people,

at the breath taking views,

and his lit up eyes and awesome smile irradiated,

“Isn’t this GREAT?! 

Isn’t it AMAZING we all 

get to do this?!

LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL EVERYTHING IS!”

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He was bursting with

Joy, Wonder, Awe & Gratitude!

And as we walked past one another

His Burst of Light

leapt into my Spirit

and I felt as he felt,

whilst in his presence:

ALIVE! 

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Einstein once said,

“There are only two ways to live your life,

One is as though nothing is a miracle,

The other as though everything is a miracle.”

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The most beautiful person on the mountain

saw Miracles

and he taught me to see them as well,

with only his Spirit and his Smile.

I learned from him this day, that:

True Beauty never makes you feel less than.

True Beauty makes you feel

Alive With Gratitude!

And Consumed with Aliveness

the false and fretful fear-driven

comparative little egoic mind,

has not the slightest hope of

of dashing a delightfully lovely day.

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It  truly takes a Glorious Mind

to appreciate a Glorious Day.

And I thank you truly,

Most Beautiful Person Ever,

 for sharing with me

 Your Glorious Mind,

that birthed the smile

that gave

Such Light!

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Somewhere To Go

If I had succeeded

In the Creative Passions & Pursuits

I’ve poured my heart into

and years into,

I would have continued

Striving, trying

to give something else

Good, Useful, Edifying,

Something worth another’s Time.

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The success I sought,

if Attained,

would not have been a finish line.

Why on Earth did I let Failure become one?

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Some time ago, I opened a door to I-Ching,

and it opened a door in me.

I was guided to words that became a part of me:

“It furthers one to have somewhere to go.”

The Power and Aliveness of this 5000 year old Truth

revealed a bit more of itself during:

I’m-just-going-to-watch-this-beautiful-summer-sky-and-breathe meditation.

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I love looking UP on days like today.

I never get bored.

Sky meditation is a Somewhere-To-Go that Furthers

It awakens The Authentic Happiness,

that isn’t based on something ‘happening.’

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When I first read the I Ching wisdom,

I thought the Somewhere To Go

Must be an Impassioned Life-Mission

A Protracted investment of Time and Attention

Today the Sky helped me see a broader interpretation:

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Every moment, every action,

Even contemplating a cloud,

Can be a Somewhere To Go that Furthers.

When I am fully invested in the Present

be it a Task, a time of Relaxation, Play, or Creation,

I am in my Sacred Somewhere To Go.

When I’m all in, there is no self

and that is Liberation.

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Buddha’s wisdom teaches, “No self, no problem.”

The Somewhere To Go is The Way

To No Self

No Problem.

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Even if my Somewhere To Go is Nothingness,

In my Nothingness,

I am in my Somewhere To Go

Out of Self,

Out of Self’s Growing Story,

Out of Self’s need to drag its heavy past

Into every New Fresh experience

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So Somewhere To Go offers Liberation from Self.

Liberation from Self offers Liberation

from Attachment to Success or Failure.

Liberation from Attachment to Success or Failure

Liberates the Artist from the Influence,

Of These Two Non-Finish lines

Which consciously or unconsciously affect

The Creativity of all Artists

Not-Free of Attachment.

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NOW,

Work may be pursued in the purity

of non-attachment,

In the Earnestness and Openness

Of the Beginner’s Mind.

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Creativity may still Stir Us Up,

Drive us Mad,

Thrill us to Unreason!

Clear calm water

May suddenly Storm!

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All the more reason to be free

of the unnecessary, non-contributory,

hindering turmoil, in

Egoic Attachment to Success or Failure.

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Neither is a destination

Each is only a Step

On an Artist’s Journey.

Of Infinite Footfalls.

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In non-attachment

We reconnect

With Our Pure Creator Within,

and have no more expectations,

than we did in pre-school finger painting

as the artist we were at four years old

As The Pure Beginner’s Mind.

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Doesn’t that sound Beautiful and Free?

That is the Feeling of

The Somewhere To Go

That Furthers One.

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Whether it is Success Or Failure

that my Creation finds,

I am Furthered

When I am All In,

When Self Is Lost,

When Creating is All.

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I am not there

When I am in my Somewhere To Go

I Am My Somewhere To Go

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