I don’t know how To love by halves and measures, To share myself in parts and pieces, To give you only the parts of myself that you will find acceptable, To hide the things that make me me beyond your reasoned ken, I’ve never been able to keep myself from pouring out into each person The total beautiful ecstasy of being who I am And in like turn, How can I receive only parts of you? How can I take the Love you’re offering me Without the terror that comes with some of the choices you make? Or how could I reject you because I think what you’re doing is “wrong” or “sinful” or “not enough,” Even in my most religious days, I could not in my heart pretend we weren’t One, Though I thought it was possible to hate a part of you while loving another, And yet I never knew how to reject you in part and love you in part, And so I took you as whole whether or not I liked it But oh, I’ve learned through trials and traumas That sometimes I have to pull away an...

Hey guys, It’s been a long time, And I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you, Sorry I pretended you did not exist Or tried to force you into some acceptable, logical, religious form that could be displayed And understood by others, Or stuffed you down in guilt and shame so that you seemed to disappear, But were really always there hiding in the deepest depths of my being, In the recesses of my memories, In the subconscious decisions and dreams, In the very cells of my body, My bad… I really should have known better, Should have known that you were there to help me, to make me into the whole, Beautiful, well-rounded person that I am, To guide me in my decision-making, To connect me to others, Should have known that I would not be feeling you without a good reason, But society told me that if I displayed you in certain ways, I would be ridiculed and mocked, unsafe in my own expression, And religion told me you were sinful,...

My House was to be one of depth and connection of all people of all nations, Of Love without condition given not only from Me to you, But from one to another, But you have made it a den of broken Promises and limited expressions of Love And how dare you purport to represent the God of Unconditional Love While rejecting those who need it most? How dare you pretend to Love someone And then brutalize and betray them when they don’t do what you want? How dare you decide what is and is not acceptable in My Name When you haven’t got My perspective… didn’t even bother to ask? Instead you took the writings, reputations, and even some revelations Of other men’s views of limitation And you made a law of what I never called a law, You made a conformity when I wanted individuality You made a condition and regulation when I wanted unlimited and joyful unique expression of every kind of Love in every kind of way You created division when I wanted unity, Crea...

They committed adultery When they chose theology And departed from Yahweh By separating themselves from themselves By standards, laws, and regulations Instead of the perfection of love, They chose a semblance of righteousness That required them to hurt others, To devalue others, To see less of Yahweh in others, To not allow others to be themselves, But instead require conformity to a set of external laws That they did not even originate And which were never meant to be for everyone And as the separated themselves from themselves, They lost the divine in those whom they called “Not my people,” Showing them no mercy, They cut off and killed the expressions of those Who were not considered worthy, Not knowing the whole time That they were murdering their brothers And ostracizing kin But one day they shall grow beyond the lower expressions, The silly rules and regulations that they hold around them as righteousness, They shall see the...

Once upon a time there was an ant who had to carry a boulder. The boulder was sitting atop a treasure that the ant could see, but not reach. Something within the ant yearned for this treasure; he valued it so much. He wanted to lift the boulder. But one single ant cannot life an entire boulder. So the ant went to his friends, gathered them together, and told them of the treasure he knew was beneath the boulder. He knew that his fellow ants were expert carriers, for he had seen them carrying pebbles and big rocks. Surely, he thought, they would be strong enough to lift the boulder together! The other ants listened to the first ant tell the story of the treasure beneath the boulder, and they began to get excited at the idea of partaking of the treasure themselves. And so they agreed with the first ant that the boulder should be lifted. Some ants did nothing more than agree, but others volunteered to help lift the boulder themselves, for they knew that a single ant could not lif...

We, the Mystics, proudly arise In this Age of Aquarius as is our time, We are who we are; we don’t apologize For moving beyond and living our lives We, the Mystics, Will make you uncomfortable, For we do not conform to standard doctrine or theology, We do not fit within prescribed boxes that history and tradition have made, But we believe only that which we have heard from the very lips of God And we build our worlds upon Him, upon Our Love, upon who We are Instead of everything we’ve ever known We have journeyed with you, among you, beside you, And we will continue to do so, But we will also go on, launching out in our coracles from the ship that brought us almost all the way, As we reach the edge of the world in this theology that can go no further, Still, we paddle on in our tiny little vessels, For we will not ever cease to seek the greater things, the revelations, the face of Yahweh, We shall learn to see Him in all things, In ever-deepen...

The trees are dragons made of leaves and dancing lights That flicker behind them from streetlamps that come on as the sun sets, They stare at me through my window, But I do not fear them as they smile and snort and wink, I enjoy seeing the faces, Blinking at me in the twilight through the windows of my home, Their soft beauty and the calm tranquility Meshing together in the gloaming, And I love this time of night, The peace of the darkness reminds me That there is no reason to despise the times When the light is faint And the darkness prevails, That I can see such beauty and humor in the darkness, Just as I can see it in the cute little dragon made of leaves That winks at me through my window.