Dear Hearts,
I am settling in, grateful for a perfect vacation; happy to be home, happy to have gone, happy for the graceful flow of Love that filled the days and night with appreciation. Sometimes leaving the comforts and rituals of our nest for recreation lifts us into a different perspective, a vista beyond the familiar and mundane motions of maintenance.
Maintenance seems important when we are struggling with covid or poverty or age and yet, it too is a trap that would keep us from the multiplicity of universes welcoming our attention. There are worlds beyond our nest that also beckon us.
A take-away from my recent travel adventure is the desire to drop what no longer serves love’s purpose, but has become rote. I no longer want to maintain the world as I know it. I want to surpass creations I have carried to term whose purpose may well be complete. I have had a glimpse of what it might be like to undo the daily, allowing space for miracles.
We meet on Thursday, 7:30 pm EST for our Zoom ACIM communion. Look for the link at the bottom of the page. Directly below is a piece that is both fun and mind-stretching. It has the sweetness of warm taffy being pulled and pulled again, sticking on the fingers long enough for a quick lick, and then pulled again into new contortions.
This poetry is child’s play. The child is of God, a playmate of infinite creativity, a dweller in the innermost-posts of the imaginal.
Love you, dear Hearts.
MaryBeth
mbopenheart@foundationofopenhearts.org
www.foundationofopenhearts.com
WHEN EVERYTHING SEEMS SO OUTRAGEOUSLY UNLIMITED
If it is true that God is absolutely everything, well then…
I can say He is a million invisible neutrinos passing through my finger,
as well as a fire red fingernail whose urgent bloody color makes my stomach turn.
God is vast, a limitless tap from which a brew of words effervesce,
caressing my thirst while I go barhopping for revelations. Drunk with imagination, mind searches for happy little memories of where I was
before my birth… though I cannot remember now, when everything seems
so outrageously unlimited, and I cannot help but notice the little peon of me
in a sea of infinite infinities.
I persist in thumbing rides with Helper Guides, knowing I will never find
the Absolute I long for because I Am what I want and will not admit it to myself. Absolutely everything is right here, right now, just waiting to be
put on this piece of paper… if only everything would come forth and
reveal Itself; just as I am revealing myself…. not a best self, or an enlightened self, just myself….
I Am everything, sun, womb, word and gem…
and yet I have asked so little of Life
content to muse on the shape of my belly;
content when I manage to balance my checkbook;
content to hammer out 12 hour days,
to finish a project to start a new project;
content with Hail Mary’s when I wake in the night
and wonder, will the prayers I’ve written
carry on beyond the hour of our death, Amen.
I think Life wants me to ask for more…
I think that would be Its Joy.
God is absolutely everything I can think of, except God can’t be thought of
at all. Being is Itself unconceived, because Being is prior to conception,
prior to life. If God is unconceived, then what am I? If I am of and eternally one with God then my conception came after Me and a human life manifested from the unthinkable, inconceivable Being. (Don’t try to figure out that fiddle-faddle. Sink your teeth into the pie of your own making, your own half-baked ideas.)
Universes are available now at the fingertips of mind
where a little thought can become tidal,
where great sages and saints await our arrival
and Suns are really temples in which bodies never burn.
But light is what we wear. Suns are what we are,
cities hang in open air, and Jesus resurrected just one realm
of God’s inexhaustible dominions.
I could ask God for a higher experience than my idea of “life”.
Maybe meet an Avatar, build an Atlantis, write a new Bible,
but truth be told, grilled salmon and spinach are my idols.
I’m peaceful admiring the twinkle in an old man’s eye,
delighting in the smell of my fresh washed body.
I am telling You, God, You wasted your magnanimous creativity
on a simpleton.
I’ve just noticed it is past my bed time.
Tomorrow I will explore the absolute infinite again.
Tomorrow I will run through gardenia laced gates
exploring queendoms of mind only just begun.
But for now I am sleepy and absolutely everything,
all that speaks of God must wait.
For now, I am content to brush my teeth and sleep deep,
crawling into bed, reaching for my Beloved.
He hovers like a whisper at the nape of my neck,
inviting me to return from infinity,
to the sweetness of shared Breath,
to the ground of Our relationship,
to spoon awhile, gently feeling in,
folding my heart-body into Jess,
human-Godness braided together.
This is the life I love the best.
Good night, blessed creators.
ACIM Zoom meeting tonight
Register in advance for meeting: June 3, 7:30 pm
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mbopenheart@foundationofopenhearts.org
