Silence is the entry….

Silence is the entry to eternity.
No music, no prayers, nothing
but allowance into the starry
river of forevermore.

The mists of time no longer
obscuring who you are
and why you came here to
this old orb of earth.

Rich tones of silence
send shivers up and down
your bones.
So alone.
There is a tone of reverence
reverberating like a gong.
Love’s old sweet song.

Vicki Woodyard

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Intangible Grace

I went to a kirtan led by Phil McWilliams tonight. It was held in a lovely old church and there were tiny lights on the floor where the performers were. They also adorned five altars set in window niches. I took a copy of the cover of Bigger Than The Sky and laid it on one so it could get blessed by the energies in the room. It’s in black and white; I don’t have a color printer.

This was an evening that defied description, carrying us beyond words and directly into the silence of the heart. I belong with these people, each creating space in which each other’s hearts are heard.

The music leads you step by step into the presence of your own silence. It takes a deep dedication and attention on the part of each musician. Guitars, percussion instruments, keyboard, Phil and 3 lovely female singers. And we, the listeners, somehow are responding. Call and response of the heart. The music builds and then the space is held for the One that calls us home.

Being held by a group in this way allows you to accept yourself just as you are. A pilgrim, perhaps with holes in your garment or in your spirit. You are encouraged to dance, to clap, to respond to the holy names being sung. You are somehow known, mysteriously knowing.

And when the evening is over, you return home with something precious in the palm of your hand. Oh, there is nothing there. And yet there is. Intangible grace.

Vicki Woodyard

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Dear Angels

Dear Angels,

Nothing ever changes.

Dear Vicki,

That is the nature of love. It is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Vicki:But sometimes I feel so burdened.

You see the burdens so that they can fall away. Unseen you carry them mechanically. And incidentally, bore everyone to death. All puppets are boring and predictable.

Love will have the last word. And then silence will prevail. And in this silence you will dance at last.

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Change is coming….

This morning I got a stronger prescription for my glasses and the world suddenly seems drunk! I look out with a wobbly eye straining for balance. I often feel that way emotionally, as if it can’t be me that is wrong. But oh, yes, it can be. Oh, yes, it can.

For the world is only a reflection of who and where we are. To write this, I find myself leaning into the screen as if to clarify the pixels. I feel pixilated. But nothing happens without some sort of inner resistance.

Brugh Joy, in Joy’s Way, writes about a woman who heard a voice saying, “Make no judgements. Make no comparisons. Delete the need to understand.” I love that.

The dog barks. I hear it. I don’t resist it. It is his nature to bark.

Ordinary life at times feels boring, the same old same old. But a new pair of glasses, meant to help you see more clearly, at first makes you dizzy.

Change is good. Resistance is bad. (Is Tarzan getting ready to say “Fire, bad!”?

New glasses, good! Resistance, bad!

Something good is about to happen for me. My book, Bigger Than The Sky is going to be published by Non-Duality Press this fall. I am so excited. Stay tuned….


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The Heart Speaks

I went to Tai Chi today. We had such a good lunch waiting for us on the counter in the Cafe at Cancer Wellness. Chicken, salad lush with blackberries, a spicy noodle dish, salad with watermelon in it, cookies, teas. Yum.

Then we did an hour or so of Tai Chi, all of us happy to be in the room again. What makes this place work is the intention of everyone participating. They just want to be healed and happy. And so it is.

At home I ate a piece of pizza left over from yesterday. Divine! Took a walk and worked a crossword puzzle.

At this moment there is nothing to do but type this group of words and say “fini.”

I have learned that when people are cooperating in happiness, the intellect has no place to go.

The heart speaks on a vibrational level. You might say it purrs.

Vicki Woodyard

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Dear Pilgrims….

Dear Pilgrims,

One can hardly call Facebook base camp before one leaves for Mount Everest. Yet it is precisely here that egos flourish in the guise of selflessness. It is so seductive to Friend people without end. But what one gets in return is more disguises than one can handle.

Who knows who anyone is, really? All we have to go on is hearsay.

We hear that so and so is a powerful guru. Look closely. It is their own PR drum they are beating.

Who speaks honestly and without getting paid?

Your very own heart.

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I don’t know who I am but
I feel vulnerable most of the time.
I feel guilty about feeling vulnerable.
I try to think my way out of my feelings.
I fail at this.
I suck at this.

So other people mirror this back to me.
Because they feel vulnerable most of the time.
And they feel guilty about feeling vulnerable.
They try to think their way out of their feelings.
They fail at this.
They suck at this, too.

What say we all have a good all-round hug
before we start the whole miserable thing up again?

Vicki Woodyard

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How to be Enlightened

Here’s how to be enlightened,
how to attain nirvana,
do you wanna?

First you vacuum out
your mind and empty it
into the void.
Rather like a metal ashtray
it can be used again and again.

Wade into the water,
at least up to your neck,
what the heck.
Go for it.

Rise into the sky
you earnest son or daughter.
Drown in the bliss
of the sun’s first kiss.

Show no scorn for it.
You were torn for it.
Born for it.

When you get there,
no fair writing postcards
saying “Wish you were here.”
That ain’t enlightenment.

Vicki Woodyard

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Grace’s Twin

It was like rain,
the heart’s surrender
into love,
divinely tender.

It pooled around me,
formed in strands
of silver round my feet,
An ecstasy apart, we meet.

No umbrella,
nothing hidden,
shivering like
we were bidden
to come clean now,
as waters pour upon our brow.

The filaments of water fell,
We dipped and swam right out of hell.
Out of darkness, in again,
Sorrow seen as grace’s twin.

Vicki Woodyard

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Time in Tupperware

Past, present and future are all happening at the same time. No wonder all this talk about being here now rings so true. They just forgot to add what Christ said. That He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. That is simply another way of being in this world.

When we force ourselves into the now, we are pushing away the past and the future. They are with us whether we like it or not. I have been sensing a deep change in my life. I keep weeping. And it’s about loss. So why all the tears if everything is happening at once?

This is just my theory, but I feel I am saying goodbye and hello at the same time to everyone and everything. Nice to meet you and sorry one of us will die before the other. That’s how it happens in this planetary kindergarten. Play nice because time is out to get you one way or the other.

Time is a description of eternity. Like you might put the ingredients of a tossed salad into separate baggies and throw them in the fridge. The carrots are the past, the lettuce is now and the radishes are tomorrow. It’s all tossed salad going by different names.

Experts know nothing of the omnipresent reality of love. Because if they did, they wouldn’t cram everything into their cranium and then go around boring us all with what they know.

Pass the salt.


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