How can you be more

than all there is?

All there is, IS Love.

Love IS the only Truth.

We All Are Love,

Love is All that is needed.

by Love (john welk)

What never happened in a dream.

A false reality that not truly seen.

Forgiveness offered to your mind.

And, to your brother who is as in kind.

You will awaken when you choose,

Forget some past, nothing to lose.

It was not real, it could not be.

You cannot change, pure, holy,

perfect complete.

Be anxious not for future's cares.

Let only NOW, this instant, be you aware.

World will then end when you return,

Your mind to Love, as though reborn.

In Truth it is, you've always been.

The Thought that IS,

Continually held in Divine Mind.

by john welk

Letting go the guilt I feel, of things I thought I did.

That happened really in a dream, a place I believed I lived.

How many lives have I passed by in search of what I AM?

This could not have been God's Divine plan,

our own made up deluded cosmic scam?

To travel through world's time and space,

experience most often pain.

Even in days of happiness,

then sometimes came the dark clouds of misery 's rain.

Duality, it has two sides, when you wish it exists.

Must I experience sadness, to understand,

and then want a heaven's joyous bliss.

To me, it seems insanity, and to what end it leads?

That to see myself both healed and whole,

must first I be cut and bleed?

Finally, it will be over, for there is only Love.

For earth can never be my home, happily,

I'll trade its sod for what is up above.

I've been to hell, now Heaven waits for All, eternally.

Return to the Oneness that I AM, blissful perpetually.

Forgive yourself and others,

knowing this world is not real.

It is a dream that we innocently asked for.

A drama's film projected outward

from a canned ego's thoughtless reel.

You need only ask to know the Truth,

when tired you become.

For Love patiently awaits you, into Its open arms.

It moves toward you the final steps that you who

running comes.

You're truly pure perfection, holy, innocent to the core.

It's only that you fell asleep, nightmarish,

and dreamt the dream you'd opened Hade's door.

Got lost in your emotions, a hellish labyrinth to escape.

It's Wisdom that will lead, guide you out,

from illusion's imaginary dire straits.

With expectant anticipation, and trust in unfailing Love,

you rest in this realization.

You already dwell, being Christ,

and Are in your home above.

You only need awaken,

shake off your slumber's dream, being never human,

for it's always Divine you've been.

by john welk

Looking upon quiet city sprawled,

through morning’s chilled gauzy haze.

From balcony where I gazed down,

watched break of dawn, another daze.

A car passed below on

cobbled narrow street,

its busyness attend.

The passenger that guided it,

to city life was being sent.

Crows over head were cawing,

their greeting for the day.

As hurriedly they flew by,

only they knew their own way.

People aroused, and left their bed,

to hearken to their need.

Many stimulated by full bladder,

that must in haste now be relieved.

Slowly awake in dreaming,

though some still thoughtlessly asleep.

What they chose in this life’s experience,

day’s time that they would keep.

Friend joined me with his cigarette

and holding full coffee cup.

Smoke hanging in the dampened air,

not wanting to drift up.

The smell of it was wettened,

and lessened in its strength.

Adding to morn’s grey cloudiness,

and muted in its near finished,

burnt tobacco stink.

Then suddenly sun pierced cloud’s sky,

and sent its beaming light.

Enlightened city’s laziness, warmed,

and removing subdued blight.

And, all would stir from slumber,

as atmosphere’s grey blanket

was pulled back.

Set feet on floor, arm’s stretching,

and rubbing eyes,

and few fell backward,

returning to their rack.

To work for some and others school,

and chores for those at home.

And, taking care of young and older ones,

Love’s duty would be done.

I too, must move myself about,

my writing almost complete.

The mused describing of what I have seen,

and some conjectured mental liberties in verse,

I thought I should repeat.

Sought to enjoy each present moment,

mind’s taking in of Now.

This was the journey felt in peace,

by me shared and in my own way, how.

by john welk

Rain's muted patter on roof and gutter,

and soft pouring through the drains.

Uncacophonied music to mind's ears,

when listened to,

one must in hearing strain.

Gentle drops their falling from the sky,

harmlessly they light on passerby,

not causing yet some discomfort's pain.

Makes city's shining sparkling night lights,

on streets of shimmering darkened stain.

The air is cool though blanketing

to keep my body's warmth within.

While adding to eve's pleasantness, during,

this silently steady slight wetting din.

I sit here drinking now my beer,

enjoying what by city's nature was proffered.

Only my quiet present presence here,

all I felt that I could this instant offer.

by john welk

I am late, what was it for?

A hurried pace I can’t ignore.

Somewhere to be that I must go?

Remembered not, what I should know.

I’m not sure why or what the reason.

It seems like life must be that way,

No time to sit, relax, or play,

There is not fun or pleasant day.

Holiday not, nor winter’s season.

Why is it then, I run about?

Not lazily swimming like a trout.

In clear fresh water’s simple stream,

This truly is a tiresome dream.

Pick up the pace, full head of steam.

So I'll go on and run, and sweat,

Live in a darkened world of debt.

Looking at watch to mind the time.

And missing Life in the sublime.  

Where am I going? I don’t know.

Can’t afford NOW, no time to waste.

And, so it is with breathless face,

This hurried pace, faster now, I go on in haste.

Just know there’s somewhere I must be.

Though not by ocean, sitting, and watching sea.

It’s way too late.  So, hurry me!

A realization, I've just had,

My rapid thinking, must be mad.

At least not helpful, to my mind.

To think about this way, unkind

And all this time, I've been so blind.

It doesn't really have to be so.

My life can turn, then I go slow.

Enjoying life without the hurry.

To live without the mental strife.

No rushing  about, no where to scurry.

I finally then can live my Life.

My house a hole, in earth's brown crust.

Eventually, all this must turn to dust.

And, what we think we have, will rust.

Or chewed apart, by flying moth.

So, why do we work  oh, so hard?

On such a foolish, house of cards.

That one day falls without a sound

Onto a make believe, land of ground.

That isn't real, and has no substance.

It is an instance, a dream of no thing lost.

To give it up, has cost us nothing.

That passes away, as just a vapor.  

A silly drama, a foolish caper.

It is in Presence, we must dwell.

And not the furtive, rush of hell.

For Love is All that in Truth lasts,

It has no future, time, or past.

It's only NOW that we must see.

And in this Life, We Are to Be.

So in this Truth, I will be still,

and being All That truly IS Me.

I never really noticed before,

fully isolated facial sensation.

It seemed to me epiphany,

some physical revelation.

I wake with coolness on my face,

the rest of me just warm.

Then out of bed I slowly get,

to greet this mid of morn.

It is a nice cool morning,

until concrete heats up.

Rising the sun and temperature,

After breaking of this dawn.

No trees be seen,

or grass that's green.

Within this cognitive dream.

It's not so dreary of a scene,

When looking up into a bright blue sky.

Or, gaze upon the face of folk,

with kindness in my eye.

Feeling with heart nothing but Love.

This is the best I've found.

The way to start each day not sad,

through joy my heart abounds.

The air is hot and dryer now,

the flesh its sweat begins.

Moist skin it draws attention.

To dehydrate the peace within.

So, I'll drink of Life now deeply,

to satisfy my thirst.

Not seeing things are piteous,

or any my days, as cursed.

Rejoice that I Am being,

Awareness of All My Self.

Not placed in some dark cupboard,

leaving my life on shelf.

Experience All that I Am,

with laughter in my mouth.

No longer see where I leave off,

and everything begins.

This IS truly All there IS,

I've finally blended in.

No perception of myself alone,

within a crowded mass.

That thinking it has left "me” Now,

in non-existent past.

Continue on in being This,

in each Eternal moment.

No longer having outer judgment,

internal mental comment.

For this is All there truly was,

and evermore shall be.

This IS the Ocean that IS Love,

The Truth fully One, We See.

I am just a lover,

who loves to be loved back.

And, if you show no interest,

I begin, feeling emotion's lack.

I will love you often,

to show you that I care.

If initiative you don’t take,

how will our relationship fare.

For it takes two to tango,

intricate passionate dance.

Eyes fixed, sustained, and focused,

and not just some passing,

fleeting glance.

One that’s made by lovers,

fluid movement,

is made enhanced.

It doesn’t matter that we're graceful,

as long as there is passion.

Between the amorous pair,

true Love it does not ration.

Withholding from beloved,

attention that they need.

It cannot be, we’re unattached,

in performing of this deed.

Each must show the other,

their wanted very much.

Showing signs of much affection,

gentle warmth, intense soft kisses,

and pleasant intimate touch.

Spontaneous, insightful,

and considerate desire.

Building up heat and fanning flames,

consuming, renewing fire.

With playfulness we do this,

in love by lover’s games.

It is this way for all of us,

maybe, in some different ways,

Though in this our bodily form,

it’s most always just the same.

Whispering to the other,

how happy that we feel.

When near to them,

and holding tight,

that causes hearts to reel.

The head’s thinking it will follow,

and matching every step.

Kind acts, loving intentions, overwhelming,

committed, and instinctively kept.

This is how Love’s dance plays out,

and for All of Us forever.  

Even if seemingly ending,

in this lifetime,

this can’t be true, not never.

And, for forever after,

We’ll always be together.

For We can’t ever be apart,

this is the truth, I tell you.

For We Are only One, not two,

and We Are not a body.

We twirl within this cosmic dance,

and We’re infinitely everybody.

So dance, you lovely partners,

enjoying Love’s romance.

In music that you move to,

Love expressed at every chance.

This the only meaning,

and in every song.

We hold in Life together,

it is Forever long.

If you say, “Love hopes all things”,

what is it that you mean?

Is it by chance Love operates,

or only by good fortune?

Spinning some wheel,

against the fates, or possibility.

To think like this, true Joy, won't bring,

fear only reinforced.

That what could be, might happen not.

No surety, or peace of thought.

But, if you say, “Expectantly,

with deep anticipation,

Love waits for what has always been.

the Beginning, It is Our destination”.

The culmination, of what's true,

and All, Our Realization.

For All Things, must return at last,

To the real Thought that IS.

It is from Love, that We All came.

And Love, We Truly Are.

Remembering, that never changed,

this IS Love's judgment NOW.

Forgive your brother, and yourself,

this is the Answer, how.

Return Evry'thing, to what is Right.

That All again, have Love's true sight.

Heaven, has not been lost to Us.

It's clouded by a dream.

What was Created, that by Good,  

not yet, fully by All being seen.

The correction, to our seeing,

that truly sets Us free.

To know that We Are really Love,

It's in this Thought, We “Be”.

Love can not fail in All Its Will,

for only Good will come.

It's not divided, in Its Mind.

God's Mind, not two, but One.

I watched a bird in flight today

When outside I went to meet the day.

Everything always seems like child's play.

Because, I am not serious.

Better to actions only observe,

just living our life curious.

It merrily did dive and swoop,

in ocean of free air.

And, what I saw not much compared,

its intricacy, to move, wing's flared.

With all its might just like a kite,

in strong wind did it flutter.

It seemed to me that it did stall,

bird engine stopped and sputtered.

Its tumbled fall to earth at once,

was mystery to me.

So suddenly, saddened my heart,

I could enjoy no longer.

And, watch it fly in azure sky,

what it displayed brought wonder.

So I went to the place it lay.

To see what I could do.

It took not long for he was gone,  

Seems song, had left the heart for good.

Finally free, so heavenly,

in thought now to ascend.

And not contained within the frame,

with world no more contend.

I'm sure, that it is happier,

set free for good, eternal.

For we are told that this is real,

to seek with singular devotion.

The life we've made up on this earth,

some cosmic wheels, we’ve set in motion.

Our Life within this dream of land,

it's only make believe,

And, just a contrived notion.

That's bodily and physically, by our senses,

that's how it, has been, perceived.

The letting go of this life's fiction,

it cannot be believed.

The final sleep, at rest in peace,

that's where We will Awaken.

Away from earth, the fantasy,

Our Soul, it has been taken.

To Live where Life has always been,

no longer we'll be mistaken.

And We will not Live in light of stars.

a voice of joy ne’er be spoken.

For it will be unutterable,

though Infinite in Thought.

As It, can't ever be contained,

in body, or worldly realm.

Some parts of earth seemed heavenly,

others, experienced as hell.

World's life perceived, sought as meaningful,

ended, short time for naught.

The way that We Are saved from it,

correcting our mind's thought.

And, don't believe some book's tale.

By sacrifice, it's never ever bought.

What you might hear, in Sunday school,

unfortunately, this catechism,

has for centuries, been wrongly taught,

and only maintained schism.

It's for salvation that we all came,

this two-sided dream to leave.

There is a happy, ever after,

for All, that will be seen.

With no one that is ever, forever lost,

And no, not one to be bereaved.

It was this concocted history,

for control, it was conceived.

To make us fear, eternal Love,

that had for us no condemnation.

Ego's thinking, we're apart from God,

a fright of hellish eternal, damnation.

There's really no one,

that we can blame,

no reason for its story,

Some thought that to return to God,

the price, it must be gory.

That person told us, that we're forgiven,

from our belief of separation.

There was no evil consolation,

Only Love's inevitable reconciliation.

And, we needn't, feel past shame,

This earth’s happenings, only a game.

Release all guilt, change back,

to Our One True Mind.

Finally, set free from all the pain.

Never fear, there's only Love,

and please, don't be disheartened.

One day, you’ll step into the Light,

and All hearts will be undarkened.

We'll leave this place quite differently,

then how we thought we came.

Illusion's picture, drama's comedy,

projected out, for all of us the same.

Seeing, the theatre's movie screen,

I know that it's a vivid dream.

It fades away, goes back to white,

in disappearing frames.

Finally, for good, just as We should.

Not one will stay in hell for long.

No longer, no more perceive,

this crazy dualistic game.

There is no final trumpet,

or great ringing of some loud gong.

And they’ll be none, going up in the sky,

some holy elected raptured throng.

For We All Are Wholly Holy.

We came All, from the same Source.

And, must realize We're not the body.

We Are The Divine, of course.

True Seeing We Are Now Free.

Realize, We never left.

Here, Presently, for All there IS,

Love's timeless Eternity.