The Path of No Path

A Trail of Moon dust She calls to me with tenderness and longing in her voice. I answer Her beauty with total surrender, She completes me, body and soul. In this union, the passionate merging of Infinite and Mortal. Her Words, more delicate than dew drops move through me, powerful as the fall thunderstorm. Molding and shaping me into heart, body and soul of whatever form is most pleasing to Her. My ears her lips caress Her gentle voice quietly whispering these words I now write. "Until next time,... Rainbow" She departs leaving a trail of Moon dust behind. My heart calls to Her with tender longing "When will you return?" Sing me your song, Rainbow, your melody and mine are the same, in the next breath I will be there.

Tenderness Goddess holds me tenderly all night long, and holds my hand walking through tulip gardens during the day. Can it get any better than this? A whisper in my ear "I don't know...can it?" so close feeling her warm breath almost wet on my ear "Yes, Rainbow, it can!"

Metric or Imperial It is those experiences with the infinite, those divine moments that continue to bless us and the world around us. Any attempt to contain them or make our experience of the Divine or that of another conform to some predetermined standard only diminishes the blessed gift we receive and our ability to share that gift with others. The Divine experience is neither imperial or metric. Does it really make sense to try and measure something that is infinite? Our appreciation and experience of beauty and love is not improved by the search for dividers that mark out the points of beauty, the yardstick that calculates compassion, or the measured flask that dispenses the correct amount of love. There is no protractor precise enough or tape measure long enough to describe all the Divine and Infinite beauty that surrounds us, flows through us and fills us with each breath we take. Together, let us rejoice in this.

I am better than you? My holy book is better Than your holy book You can plainly see Right there in the red letter It even says so in verse thirty-three See things my way, you will fare better My God is bigger Than your God of old My holy book says it’s true I am a king and you are a beggar So do as you’re told If you know what’s good for you My cleric is better Than your cleric My children are All willing to die He has promised them A dozen virgins in the sky My country is better Than your country My country is better it’s true The media tells the government’s lies But hey, don’t criticize! Or you’ll disappear too! Our weapons are bigger Than your weapons For mass destruction they’ll do If you’re a rouge state We’ll over compensate And use our weapons on you Our profit is more Important than you are The holy mad cow of corporate greed Another nation has been freed Tens of thousands are dead The stock market is up, the media said Kill all the infidels Those who are different must die T...

It is those experiences with the infinite, those divine moments that continue to bless us and the world around us. Any attempt to contain them or make our experience of the Divine or that of another conform to some predetermined standard only diminishes the blessed gift we receive and our ability to share that gift with others. The Divine experience is neither imperial or metric. Does it really make sense to try and measure something that is infinite? Our appreciation and experience of beauty and love is not improved by the search for dividers that mark out the points of beauty, the yardstick that calculates compassion, or the measured flask that dispenses the correct amount of love. There is no protractor precise enough or tape measure long enough to describe all the Divine and Infinite beauty that surrounds us, flows through us and fills us with each breath we take. Together, let us rejoice in this.