An Exquisite Moment That Breaks Boundaries of Thought

God said:

How you seek poetry in your life. No matter how hardened you may be, you seek poetry. The sun shines for all. The stars sparkle for all. Apple trees blossom for you. And you seek more than the eyes can see. You seek that which you don't quite remember, and yet you seek it. You may seek you know not what.

Whatever you seek, you are seeking poetry. You are seeking an exquisite moment that breaks boundaries of thought.

Poetry has you jump from one word to another with a remarkable jolt. From one world to another. How you want to jump out of daily life and enter the world of poetry. No matter how obscure a poem may be, it makes your heart leap. For a moment a metaphor carries you over a river from one bank to the next. For one moment a metaphor takes you from one galaxy to another.

A metaphor is the magic carpet you ride on. A metaphor switches you from one subway to another in midstream. One moment you were lollygagging along, and the next you are transported.

Everyone wants elves and fairies to exist. The staunchest realist in modern life wants to be surprised. No matter how close to the ground someone stays, he also wants to take flight. Everyone has had enough of the mundane.

It is not so much that you want to escape the dailiness of life. It is more that you want to return to an escapade you were in the middle of and yet seemingly forgot all about. Just as a name stays under the surface and you cannot remember it, the name stirs within you, and one day it pops to the surface.

Is it a metaphor that the sun is your heart, or that your heart is the sun? Is it a metaphor that your cheeks become roses? Is it a metaphor that you sail across a sea of life? Are metaphors perhaps more true than that the grass is green and the sky is blue?

Facts are details, and you seek Wholeness.

More exists than what you have seen, and you seek that more. You are entitled to it. You are supposed to have it. Your life is more than the stew cooking on top of the stove.

You not only seek to see wonders, you seek wonders to perform. However illusive that which you seek may be, it is Truth you are seeking. The greatest-seeming exaggeration has more Truth than the most staggering fact.

The cow did jump over the moon, and your heart does leap over ordinary life.

Ordinary life has its wonder, and ordinary life is good. And yet ordinary life is not all there is. There is an indefinable more. It cannot be defined, and yet it can be located.

Your heart is a garden. Your mind is a pool. You leap from one to another and back again. But, oh, the leap, beloveds. Oh, the leap.

You are one who transcends the mundane. The mundane is simply not enough for you. No matter how wonderful, no matter how fulfilling, there is that within you that seeks a greater horizon. You seek a greater horizon because you are bound to have it. If you must be bound, be bound to that which is boundless. Break boundaries. Break even the boundaries of words.

There is a blaze of light in your heart. There is something in your heart that you are leaping over. Your heart must be the moon even as it is the sun. Impossibilities become true. You are a leaper, and now you leap. You are a reaper, and now you reap.

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Dear, you surprises me! This

Dear, you surprises me! This is exactly what I feel! humm, yes, You know everything.
Wonderfull life, the Earth like our garden, gratefullness...but simply, like you say, the ordinary life is not all there is, it is not enough for me. But I haven't reach the great horizon inside of me, not yet. The boundaries of words are the most difficult to leap over. When I think to the vasteness of Universe, for example, my mind tries to find words to describe it. No no, little naughty, without words, with heart. The great boundarie of the mind. I am a leaper.
Love. pitta

Break boundaries.

A magic carpet – yes, that's what words can be. A magic carpet is still too earthbound. And the magic isn't really in the words. Words sometimes make me aware of a feeling of boundlessness within, a feeling that is always there, only somehow in cold storage because this physical and social self doesn't know how to extricate itself from all the restrictions and boundaries we have agreed upon and take for real now. Or are they real and boundlessness is illusion?

Well, it's no use to even discuss this. My heart will insist that nothing, absolutele nothing is impossible and that all, absolutely all boundaries are manmade. And my mind, afraid of bills and bruises (from attempts at flying) will simply refuse to leave its comfort zone. Until one day, hopefully, it doesn't. It's all right, dear mind, we have seen that the boundless is, in fact, frightening and makes us jerk back our hand as if from a hot stove. But wouldn't you like to learn touching hot stoves and impress our friends?

Thank God for poetic language to keep us longing for the boundless. Thank God for God who knows so well how to "get those juices flowing" as He likes to say.

Everyone has had enough of the mundane is true in one respect, but on the other hand, the mundane is wonderful as it promises so much more – the whole world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wildflower, as the poet sings. And how wonderful is this: The greatest-seeming exaggeration has more Truth than the most staggering fact.

How can words on a screen resonate so deeply? I always feel a little stupid when I want to say: "Yes, God, You are right." But that feeling stupid is what's really stupid. Resonance is between chords of the same tuning. That which hears is that which speaks.

metaphors

"A metaphor is the magic carpet you ride on", so God let's take a ride:
You are the scent of an oriental night;
You are the roseness of the flesh;
You are the smoothness of the senses;
You are the enchantment of the woods;
You are the crispness of spring water;
You are the lightness of the Moon;
You are the depth behind the eyes;
You are the beat of my ravished heart.

Beautiful!

Beautiful!

AN EXQUISITE MOMENT

YES, Maestro, Dearest Poetic Creator of All That IS!

i do adore this Letter YOU send today! YOU remind us that we crave, crave, oh, it is our
hearts' dearest Desire to seek more Poetry in Life!! ENOUGH OF THE DAILY MUNDANE
FACTS. They've become so uninspired!

WE DO SEEK THE POETIC. WE WANT TO KNOW THE COW DID JUMP OVER THE MOON !
AND THE WEE DOG DID LAUGH TO SEE SUCH SPORT AND THE DISH DID RUN AWAY WITH THE SPOON!
That DOES allow our hearts to sing!

Metaphors carry US over rivers today! They carry me us from one galaxy to another!!!! What
an exciting magic carpet ride this all is as you speak to US today!

And I DO BELIEVE THAT EVEN THE MOST PRACTICAL REALIST wants to be surprised!!
Yes,yes, Yes! I love your telling us that we not only want to get around the dailiness
of life, we want to remember the magical escapade we were in the middle of and seemed
to forget! So much more exists, DEAREST MAESTRO, than what we've seen in the
relative world and you lovingly remind us that we are supposed to have more.

AH, AND THEN YOU SAY, " YOU SEEK WONDERS TO PERFORM". WE HAVE ALWAYS
READ THAT GOD HAS EVERLASTING WONDERS TO PERFORM! OH, MY!, WE TRULY
HAVE NEVER LEFT YOUR RADIANT, POETIC HEART, YOUR DIVINE AND GLORIOUS
HEART!

YOU have made my day like no other today! THANK YOU, MAESTRO!

NO BOUNDRIES

THIS MAGIC CARPET WAS LOANED TO ME BY THE GENI WHO JUMPED OUT OF THE LAMP OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS. THE WORD IS A LAMP TO MY FEET AND A LIGHT FOR MY PATH. THINKING HIGH COMES WHEN WE READ HEAVEN LETTERS.

GEORGE

September 9, 2009 - An exquisite moment that breaks Boundaries o

"Impossibilities become true." This statement is a reality for me. I loved the Heaven Letter for it talked about poetry and that which you seek is poetry. I started writing poetry in October of 2001. I have not written in a few months for I have been ill again but reality tells me that I am "stable and only have half the pain I had before." I have an MRI check-up for my new lesions in December. I figure it will not have moved or grown and I shall be fine again!!!!! Today is September 10 and I have made a great leap forward. The possibilities are endless! I have a life ahead of me! No more wandering around, I have a path to follow with God by my side, and I can conquer anything!

This is good news!

Becca, it is so nice to hear from you and know you are doing well. And it is even better that you are aware of God at you side, the one true Healer of all ills. With love and admiration for all your accomplishments and wishing you many more poems....Chuck

1 Heavenletter Haiku for

1 Heavenletter Haiku for you

Hello Friends,

God said in your heart
You may seek you know not what
Leap Beloveds leap

Love, Light and Aloha!