The Path of No Path

Opened wide by Love From the One it flows That infinite wellspring Of All That Is In effortless surrender The gentle ocean In beautiful waves Surges through My Divine Being My Dearest Ones Closer to you I Am The Love of the Many Lives in the center of The One Copyright © 2004 William A. York All rights reserved.

Simple, but Wanting to Sound Profound And deep The cry of the soul: Keep to the simple! Grasping and reaching complicate Anguish from fear Anger to rage Breath Short Hot Blackness Standing on fear’s scorched earth Once again, Love’s sweet garden Memories float away Ashes in the cold wind Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

How does one Go about sharing That which is infinite No beginning and Also never ending Each cup overfull Continuously spilling Out on to the floor Each of us a Sacred expression Think of it!? Like brightly colored finger paints Let’s lighten up Together laughing as one Hands wet with paint What fun to smoosh the colors The bright colors are still there Why did we let playtime end? Appointments and lists Having precedence now Over the fine heart-art Of simpler times and young gentle hands When sharing the infinite Was all we knew how to do Copyright © 2004 William A. York All rights reserved.

We, the modern ones The long awaited spring time Has arrived for us all To us the responsibility Of a sacred commission Created long ago In that Great and Glorious Union The holy midwives Witness to the birthing Of the great change Oh! Blessed Mother! We hear your call Your Wondrous contractions have begun! In the Light of the morning calm A new day shines bright What once was a tiny thought Almost imperceptible, yet alive in each of us The appointed hour now arrived We stand together in this moment Now. We know why we are here As we breathe in, it is called into creation Leaping out of the heart center of the multitudes The circle of our own divine oneness Embraces all beings in compassion In perfect safety having let go of our fears We stand face to face with the Holy One In the Eyes of the Beloved we see Ourselves With One voice we become our prayer: By our actions All beings now receive the courage To take the next step on their own true path. By our actions All beings are learning...

Old Clouds now Astonished masters Stare in disbelief Dissolving into no-thing-ness The wisdom of the heavens Cool raindrops dance Gently on my face All content on this Blog is Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

Somewhere in-between The shoulds and The should nots Are all the laws We ourselves Live by The laws We remake Everyday The freedom We seek lives Outside these laws All content on this Blog is Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

Eat some chocolate Paint a self portrait Using only finger paints Dance in the garden Wearing only your Pink bunny slippers Give your self a hug Open up to your Divine beautiful self and Receive the anointing of 10,000 Butterfly kisses All content on this blog is Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.