To encounter our self,
as neither foreign or familiar-
is to have exceeded the boundary of known.
We have become blessed to walk where we have never
been and to find the landscape neither barren
or promising- just an arising of something that is.
Whether witnessing the new lotus blossoming
or the tumbleweed disintegrating into
the desert landscape, both are the same.
Beauty here is not in the eye of the one
who sees, but in the heart of the one
who sees not, who sees without
expectation. These encounters across
time have become immeasurable,
inseparable one from another.
As if gliding from encounter to encounter
is the origin of existence's cycle-
from alpha to omega, a continuous
dance of encounters, ceaseless and ongoing..
Awash in potentiality,
we create life as we see it.
Whether the eyes of lack
wrap themselves around our vision,
or our sight sees to the farthest reaches
of possibility, the outcome is there
ready and willing to be fulfilled.
Imagine a bottomless basket,
where the more we put in-
the more room there is for us to realize
into substance that which we desire.
As potentiality affirms itself over and over,
we come to the knowledge, that this is
the natural order of things-
to be steeped in an ever expanding
array of potentiality, which quite rightly
leads us down different paths,
as if each one contains the doorway
to our bountiful harvest, knowing now
that there are no wrong choices,
only more and more of what we seek,
clothed in the guise of potentiality's
Something Entirely Different
I see the same unraveling threads
of civilization that you see, the evidence
of ruin laying sonic waste to everything.
Still, beneath the tsunami of humanity’s tears,
the ocean serenades us with a symphonic melody-
to comfort, to assure, to remind- that there is One
who has never left us alone. Doesn't it at least
make sense to consider the possibility that something entirely different
is going on? Like inhabitants of some distant starship,
have we not each listened to radio frequencies shouting across galactic miles,
and interpreted them through fear’s false judgment.? What if something
entirely different is going on? What if the alarm bells ringing,
are going off for an entirely different reason? What if what we hear,
is instead a whisper to wake up, to shift from our slumber-
to realize that our very survival depends upon knowing who we are?
Self-knowledge, then, is the burgeoning seed of awareness-
the pure awareness that will tell the tale across the planet,
that something entirely different is going on…
Caught in a dream of darkness,
where the light will not come on
and a hand holding mine down,
is the definition of a scary nightmare.
Now, I am left to ponder what this means,
what it portends for me?
I believe in the dance of opposites,
the dueling swashbuckling sword clashing
paradox battle. Was I being called upon
to remember that I am wholly capable
of conquering the darkness? For, if it is
truly the light, the intense light I seek,
then I must confront all areas of my life,
where the darkness dwells. Like the all
consuming tiger in dream fable-
I must embrace the frightening darkness,
and find that in a snap, my own fingers banish
all darkness, so that now I am blessed
to bask in the sweet light- salvaged
from the darkness conquered.
(photography by James Nedresky)
To Dance in The Flint Hills
Driving through the Kansas Flint Hills,
with the prairie's golden glow afire,
a soft mist has settled in.
Again, the rise of magic's call,
is so strong here. It is hard
to keep my eyes on the road,
as visions of the progenitors of this sacred land,
Kansa, Wichita, Osage and Pawnee,
all dance in celebration of the Grandmother's
gift that is this place. For she has surely
painted these landscapes to be seen
both from afar in the eyes of the red-tailed hawk,
and even deeper into the hearts of the men and women,
whose breath comes from this place.
As I journey farther west, I will savor
the substance of again, being the witness-
to the dance in the Flint Hills.
Finally, there is nothing left
to achieve, to accomplish
or even do.
All that remains is this being,
an aliveness to everything-
a scintillation of crisp experience.
We now have the extreme privilege,
to fall into each moment as if we
have never seen such things before-
and in truth, we have never felt
the same feeling twice, for only
false memory has invaded this being-
until now. Finally, we only have
ourselves renewed into the mystery
of what happens next...
The act of trying to find the way home is what convinces us we are lost. We’re not lost; we’re not alone; and we’ve never even left home. ~ Rumi
Home is where I am,
not some place out there-
not a place to travel to.
Home is here right now.
Home is in my heart
and in your eyes.
When I subject the concept
of home to scientific analysis,
I find not a single shred of evidence
to prove that home has ever been
anywhere else than right here-
beside and within in me.
Home is where-
I am and where
I will always dwell...
Heart Pop by Irby Pace
Caught in The Crossfire
Caught in the crossfire,
of my own desire,
I see a magnificent love
on the horizon. Is that the same
as what you see? Or do you see
only danger, a real cause for alarm?
Caught in the crossfire of love,
everything changes anew.
Whole parts of myself burn away,
giving birth to an intensity and awareness,
that is wild and free, a horse entranced
in the dance of prance.
Caught in the crossfire, imaginary
projectiles launched at an amazing velocity-
fail to hit their intended target.
Instead, the incoming missiles
fall powerless to the ground,
as if caught in the crossfire
of love, boundless love...
Upon arising very early this morning, the question as to which came first was on my mind? Having had a varied spiritual path from being raised Jewish to later taking Buddhist Refuge Vows, this seemed to me to be a natural course of inquiry.
The which I awoke with was referring to higher states of consciousness, those shifts in our very perceptions of reality that so many of us are experiencing at this critical juncture for humanity. So, are we truly shifting our consciousness higher and higher or is something else entirely going. Kind of a play on the old adage about which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Recently, in a Oneness Blessing process called Sacred Chambers, I experienced a new shift in consciousness that for this Jewbu [as Lama Chuck irreverently referred to me ] was truly startling. The short version is that while meditating upon a particular channeled painting of Jesus, I had what I will affectionately refer to as a 'come to Jesus meeting'.
What this really was, for me, was a reckoning of Christ Consciousness. And this Christ Consciousness was expansive enough to include Judaism, Buddhism and the many other paths that I have walked along this human journey as an infinite being.
Which brings us back to the original question: which came first? I have concluded, as many others have, that this Arisen state of Consciousness is our true nature and to have experienced yet another awakening, is to again return home, to a merging of the Consciousness of all Consciousness.
When obfuscation rears its particularly
gnarly head, it seems I have a choice,
to believe or disbelieve.
Too often, at least for my own
good, I have believed those
who are supposed to be in the know-
not yet suspecting that the vowels
and consonants they project, might
not even contain small morsels of truth.
Maybe a far better tack to take,
is to let disbelief be the bearer
of all that I hear, up until the moment-
that I seek clarification, as to whether
the one speaking is operating from the same
set of data that I am.
For now, I choose from this time forward,
to keep flying high above the vessel
that is me- the flag of clarification.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.