Healing the Ear of the Servant

Healing the Ear of the Servant

a collective ‘ONE’—
A Royal ‘Priesthood.’

The Christ, (Cosmic)
everything BUT a priest from
the Tribe of Levi.

When Peter swung his sword
in the darkness of the
He cut off the right ear
of the high priest’s servant,


The Christ, placed his hand
upon his ear—
his right ear,
a visible sign (maybe),
an act made ONLY by
the priest
under the law
marking the selected~~~Ordained.

Still—this simple itinerant
performed an action
ONLY the priest could
endow to enact the
sacrifice—the atonement.

Only a few droplets of blood
on the servant’s shoulder
and then they ‘removed’~~~in chains
the ONE
who ‘ended’ the meaning
no longer necessary.

The old ways no longer—
a new WAY begun.

Yes~~~‘One’ Royal Priesthood


never really alone

Please…Don’t Judge Me

Please…Don’t Judge Me

In between the words
a silent pause—
an unspoken truth
not written.

why spill the ugliness
of what has
already been done.

Don’t judge my
Look in the mirror
and face yourself.

Who is your God?
Name your ‘idolatry.’
Do you belong to a
certain ‘tribe’ to
justify your
sorry self?

Find your ‘I AM’
in all—
Then you can spend
less time
trying to ‘read me.’

Please…don’t judge me.
Try loving yourself
and begin to
shoulder your own
blame for all
you think you are not.

Then you may be able to
stand on your own
two feet
before your earth is gone.


Almost…time to set Sail



Come, come now
little pups

Do not tarry.

Trust…when ‘we’
arrive there shall
be an abundance
of crumbs.

you shall eat
until you are full
because you do
not ask for more
than what is
your worth.

The worth
of my child
cannot be ‘tagged.’

The value of
any child
should never
heed a price.
Every child Is

Every ‘living’ creature
a treasure
far more precious
than diamonds or pearls.

Come now
little pups

You no longer
have to drag
your tails.

Wag them
again and again
until the message
be carried
by the sweeping
of your endless joy.

He ‘received’ the
message ONLY after
we crept into
the segregated meeting

At first
our voices were hushed—

Oh…but your
bark little pup
gave way—

I watched my
little child
now at play
catching your tails

scattering the crumbs
still covering the floor.

Canaanite Woman(Adapted by this writer from Matthew 15:21-28)



If The “god”…

If The “god”…

If the ‘god’ you
place your trust in
asks you to ‘divide,’
to choose, to pick…

Maybe you need to
re-think or
even better STOP thinking.

Your mind has a way
of playing tricks on you
especially when it
seeks ONLY what
serves YOU.

Perhaps the ‘god’ you
serve is you
as you turn on the
T.V. and select
the politics that
represent ‘your’ side,
your views—
try turning it off.

Just a thought…
the church you enter
is it open to all?
Does the ‘god’ inside
welcome every person?
If not—stop going.

Are you struggling
while reading these words?
Is the ‘god’ in you
shouting, “Stop reading.’

Listen now
maybe the One who
‘lives’ inside you
finally has your

You will not be able
to go back.

If you choose to
embrace the ‘Source’
dwelling in all of Life—
dualities no longer exist.

You will desire to love
more deeply
and the sweetness of bliss will
melt the scales
from your eyes.


And so they hung wanting to know what winter was like…

As the Springtime of the year arrived, they let go with the touch of the soft wind…
Reborn into ‘every’ today.

A Man Healed

A Man Healed

A story is told
of a man
filled with ‘unclean-spirits’…
demons, if you will,
or Legion meaning “many.”

Perhaps this man
was possessed by
nothing but grief.
Maybe the ‘systems’ (political and religious)
under which he lived,
continued to tax
everything so severely
and knowingly
that this man lost

His wife taken because
of her beauty.
His children removed—
utilized as slaves
of pleasure.
His land stripped
from him.

Each day
this torment
haunted him~~~
hurling him
against rocks.
He—left only in
despair while
his neighbors passed
him by
turning their faces
so as NOT to see.

Then, someone passed
NOT staring.
He took his brother
by his hand.

In a single touch…
a display of
kindness, compassion—
each ‘cemented’ thought
in the man’s mind
began to crumble.

A herd of swine
devoured the crumbled pieces
thinking it food.
Both men looked on.  The swine
had taken in all the ‘spoil’—
and NOW they rushed to the cliff’s edge
and plunged into the water.

How sad.  Indeed,
these swine
devouring such sadness.

The men paused…
looking into the eyes of each
other inquiring without
words, “Did you see that?”

Not a word spoken.

The villagers came out
to see what all
the raucous was about.
The ground rumbled
and they thought it thunder.

They gazed in amazement—
their ‘broken’ neighbor
upright, healed.

He leaped from the
ground rushing to
embrace his community—
BUT, they looked past him.

“Wait” he said,
“Look it’s really me…
I’m well.”

Instead, they rushed
the Other man.
“Leave at once—
Get out of here—
Remove yourself
before we do.”

No one stopped to
‘celebrate’ the joy in
their neighbor’s pain—
Their ONLY concern…
those swine were their
‘source’ of income—
now what should
they do?

The man healed wished to
follow this stranger—
the One told him to
go and tell others
the story—
and, so he did.

The One man
slipped way.
Maybe you heard his story?
He tried and tried—
still some refused to ‘see.’

This story…
real today…
so many going about
trying and trying—

A single touch.
A transformed moment.
There are those who
‘see’ and those
who only count
their loss.

They fill their own
while the orphans
and widows
‘BELIEVE’ and pray.

(Adapted by this writer from Luke 8:26-39)


“…just as a hen gathers her brood under her wing…” Lk 13:34



Woman…you are
not by the flesh
of your foreskin.

No, Woman~~~
nothing ‘cut’ you…
ONLY your heart
broken open
time and again
before life’s beginnings.

You~~~an eternal womb
of life.
A spring alive with
living waters.
You~~~ a part of
a covenant that
lives and breathes
before any chapters
ever put to words.

Still today
your voice, silenced.
There is a cry…
“No More.”

The voices of our
‘packed’ in earth’s clay…
They feel ‘our’ tears moistening the ground.
They are alive
coming again to embrace
their daughters—
their granddaughters.

Women of Zion
sing your song—
Dance with timbrel and lyre.
Let your beauty
seduce the One who
created you
NOT for selfish pleasures
or a mere instrument
that gives birth.

You are the matrix of
the Eternal Now—
A diamond cut again
and again and again.


Rise up!
Rise up!
Rise up!

It is time to gather
your chicks.
Hold them in your wings
as wide as the universe
and beyond.

The token of your covenant set on the
8th day—
Your heart already beating
the same language—A Covenant…
A bow in the clouds—

…it is time to rise
Gentle Sophia.
(Divine Feminine)


A Season reminding us “WAIT”
I’m still here…
While the frozen petals draped upon our hearts begin unfolding.