Its good to know that you’re here
reading this

sometimes far away
can seem very close
when there is an energetic intimacy
like there is here
right now

Softly I speak to you
In my heart
You’re not here
But you’re here
Losing confidence in my ability to maintain perspective
I arrive at a new understanding of not knowing
Completely liberated from certainty
Or at least the momentary suspension of the concept
My ability to regain clarity from a state of confusion seems infinite
Which leads me to believe that perhaps there is infinite clarity everywhere
Waiting patiently all the time, timelessly
Just on the other side of the imagined other side
Whatever form that may take
It’s a great reassurance to know that in not knowing there is knowing
Clearly this is an advantage
To winning
The game
With no rules
The one where no one gets hurt

I wish

Love is this
Right here
Right now

Everything you see and touch
hear and smell
It’s all part of it

You can wait if you want to
You can believe that it’s not here yet

But it doesn’t matter
It won’t be arriving
It won’t be leaving

You can believe that you need to do something to have it
But it doesn’t matter
Because it already Is you

Why then do we need another person to know it?
Is it to share?
Is it to grow?
Is it to heal?
Is it to transform?

Everything is already love
even if it does’t look like it
It is love

My alley is filled with darkness
A place where sleeping fools lie
for a few restless frozen hours
passed out in pissed soaked pants

Doing the stationary backstroke
in filthy scum water pools

Rolling around in black rancid kitchen grease
oozing from the pavement

sautéed in motor oil and garbage juice
spiced with used needles and condoms

Bits of sticky crap cover the soles
of lost souls who make up
this alley of horror
Filth and depravity

There is a river of poison
Running behind opulent glimmering facades
shiny shopping veneers masking the shadow side

It’s a place where consumer waste is stored
Rolling toxic dumpsters
Industrial metal coffins
Line the dimly lit
concrete passageways of misery

Sunshine is immune for the cracks
of black purgatory foulness
Germs and garbage thrive
but love does not

My alley is real
It hurts
There is no love here
Parents are here
Children are here
members of the lost tribe
do a tribal death dance

No home cooked meals or fresh linens
greet you here
Just drug zombies worshipping pain
with outstretched pock marked arms
paying homage to the dark hole with no end

No one pretends to care anymore
because they have lost touch with those feelings
no one is worth caring about here

There is no use pretending
Everyone is equal
in the alley of pain and misfortune

you can smell the bullshit of someone else’s miserable story
it goes with the stench of the trash
All just garbage in the end
Maybe that’s why this place feels like home
because when it comes down to it
I trust that dumpster filled with trash over there
More than I trust you

It is here
Right now
It is me
It is you
Inside and outside
Throughout

Right here
Everywhere
In all that there is

I can touch you and feel it
You can touch me and feel it

Put out your hand and feel the heat from my palm
Radiating outward from my heart to your soul

Embrace the warm glow
Bask in the beloved

Shifting
Aware
Sharing in the infinite loop that is this life
Right here
Right now
Always

This is it
It is all there is
It is right here
It is her
It is him
It is we
It is that
It is us
It is them

This is wholeness
This is Oneness
Always

It is really this simple
This is it
This is love

I can’t afford the cost of denial
It’s just way too expensive
The interest rate is too much to pay.
It isn’t worth it anymore.

I tried to get away with it for a long time,
But how is stealing from myself achieving anything?

Giving away my integrity for a mere pittance,
What was I thinking?
The only person I was ripping off was me.
Well, that’s not true
I ripped off everybody
Selling myself short means I was affecting everyone
Since we’re all in this together
As one.

The Illusion of the I
Separate from the source
The universe slapped me in the face
and I gotta clue

My hapless tender little arrogance
Hindered a world of possibility and prosperity

We are in this life together
working together

I say this as the I
That is speaking to it’s own listening

To the I’s that are witnessing
The greater I of all that there is.

And when I say that I am here to pay whatever needs to be paid
I mean it.
Everything is all out on the table now
Paid up front with presence, awareness and truth
Backed by the Universal Credit Corporation of Unified Consciousness
Safer than gold bullion and much lighter to carry.