One can never have enough of love !

Ah yes....
And one can never have enough of kindness and of love.......

what if it were a cake, we would eat it forever.........
sigh with contentment.............be fulfilled with pleasure

We could share it with our neighbor,
just to see the joy as they also began to savor....

And every time, we took a bite...
another slice would appear, ah such delight !

For isn't that is the nature of love and of kindness.....
that it multiplies as it is shared ?

And if it were that cake, it would be magical.......
so that everyone who tasted it
would glow with the warmth of thousand  lamps,
lit with the very essence of love

never would it go stale,
never would it spoil,
for there would be people everywhere...
who hungered for even just one bite

And wouldn't that baker........
the one who made it....
be so loved? so revered?

And wouldn't the world be so busy.......
sharing this culinary delight that they would no longer care for things...
like greed, distrust, or aggression
for the taste of these to disturb
the pleasure of the taste of that cake,
upon their palette

what if it got into the water,
the crumbs spilled out upon the ground.........
the very earth would be in gratitude,
filled with the taste of this magical cake......

Ah, yes
I do not think
that one can ever get enough of love.........

What justification would there be for war?

There was a small child,

tucked in her bed............

dreaming her dreams,

they were simple dreams, as the dreams of children often are...........

What she would do 

as the sun rose........

What games she would play,

what treasures she would find........

An excitement to discover,

what the day would bring....

filled her tiny mind.

and brought an immense delight,

to the simplicity of her heart.........

Imagine....her surprise

to discover that today, she could not play outside...........

too many bombs falling,

skies blackened by smoke......

fear rampant in the eyes 

of the adults who were

her sworn protectors............

What excuse could they give her?

Those adults whose arms were meant to hold her safely,

whose hearts were meant to love her,

and all of the other innocents like her...........

What complicated justification could resonate?

with the simplicity of her mind...........

as to why, her joy, her dream and  the dreams of all the others, like her, should be so discarded...... 

 

And you are so loved

 And you are so loved....

that the Creator, itself
whose power is unlimited, the all seeing, the all knowing

humbles itself and comes

here, for 

only you.

 traveling beyond millions of  miles,
to bring alive a small speck of dust,

 for

you ...
to have your chance at this dance of love,

 knocking,

at your door

thousands and thousands of times 

everyday, with every breath that you take,
present with every sight that you see,
moving with you in every action done and undone,

only so that you can remember.....
and return 
home

And with the hope that in your remembering, you will know.....

That to IT

you are the only one,

that there has never been,

nor will ever be,

any one, ever,  like you

This is your preciousness,

This is your worth,

You 

are loved 

without boundary

or border

without judgement

and without exception

no matter what 

you 

accomplish,

but simply 

because you are.

You are loved,

Your perfection so

celebrated.......... 

By the  power 

which

created this entire Universe

simply for you to enjoy ! 

and that it did so,

is a testament of its love,

for only

you

Yes, indeed, you are

 most certainly

LOVED 

Carolyn Jackson Innate Foundation
Watercolor Painting by Carolyn Jackson

Splendors of Gratitude

Gratitude....
lay in broken splendor
forgotten 
in the dust 
at his feet






Breath,
the coming and going,
of all that is divine,
that most powerful demonstration
of  Divinity within his frail form,
lay trampled,

by his,
sandals,
taken for granted in his hurry to reach his newest destination

Love,
which was the holiest,
bent her head in sorrow,
at her lack of her use......

Understanding, clarity
that very wisdom,
which created all,
lived within all,
lay like an unused
mantle,
discarded by his side

It was not for the lack
of recognition
that they wept....
But rather,
it was for him......
the one who did not know them
For the joy, for the contentment,
for the peace, that he would
feel
 
Unknowing, he slept
yet he held these impeccable treasures,
these jewels of pure perfection
these necessary items.
without which he could not live.
And they lay awake within  him....
dancing,
offering all
that could ever be dreamed,
waiting............
 

What is Peace?

 It has been said that peace is the global end of conflict between all nations. 
But, I say to you…in your hearts you know peace. 

It is an experience which has nothing to do with the nation within whose boundaries you live. Except that nation be blessed by having you within its borders. 

You know the freedom of its existence, know that it is completely unbound by the action of any other person. Although all people in the presence of one who is in peace, are deeply touched by it.


It is said that in that moment of "peace" all people will lay down their weapons. But you know that in that presence of peace, no weapon ever existed.

You know this and you are this..............

The Ordinary Man

There once was a magician,

who was without suspicion,

openly admitting

that he knew nothing............

He performed the miracles,

common only to oracles,

knowing only

that he by himself 

could do nothing.........

People said he was surrounded by light,

declared him wise with an unlimited sight,

When he knew

without a doubt

that alone, he saw nothing............

It was said, he was powerful,

his gifts, extremely desirable,

while he himself,

knew in his nakedness, he had nothing........

He was simply,

filled with a profound humility,

to be in the presence,

merged with the divine essence,

of all that was magical,

all that was powerful,

ageless,

timeless,

And having found the ultimate treasure,

filling himself within a paradise of  pleasure,

He knew for a fact that he was, 

just another 

ordinary

man.....

 

 

Today....

did you notice,

the tiny spider weaving in his web

As you sped past,

did you notice

the clear drop of dew lying on the grass

As you spun around in circles,

did you see the sun,

peek from the clouds

As you ran and drove and drank your fifth cuppa jo,

chatted up your buddies,

did you miss the flow.....

And were you thinking,

just give me a moment.....

I'll get done soon,

all of the things that are never done,

Well,

the spider has finished weaving that web,

the dew has been gone for hours,

and the sun has retired ...........

oh dear,

I hope that you did not miss it.........

all the moments of the miracles,

that called to you

today !

Carolyn Jackson Innate Foundation