All One

We sleep.

When we sleep, we hold the illusion of separation – that each of us

Is a completely isolated 

And separate being, 

Drifting purposeless

On a giant rock in space.  

But then we Awaken.

 To realize we had been dreaming.  

And the dream often was a nightmare

Constructed by Illusion

By Ego

By the Dream itself. 

We dreamt we were alone.

We dreamt we were broken.

We dreamt we were “sinners”,

Destined for a dark hell.  

But it is the dream that is hell.

The dream that is the lie. 

The Truth 

Is that there is no separation.

No isolation.

No sin.

No hell.  

No brokenness.  

There is only the All That Is;

The All That Is is Us.

Separation from the Divine;

From “God”  

Is the illusion.  

This Awakening from 

The Dream,

This Remembrance 

Is the point of this existence.  

The Divine is Us

And we are the Divine.  

The Lover and the Beloved in one.

We are here to be the struggle

And the release.  

The conflict 

And the resolution.  

The battle and the peace.  

We are Arjuna in his struggle  – 

And Krishna/Shiva in his Wisdom.  

We are Christ and the Apostles.  

We are Mohammed, and Allah.  

The Divine 

Is every molecule of who we are

Of nature

Of the atmosphere  

The Divine 

Is the fabric of Reality

And Reality Itself.

Every experience 

We are given here 

Is an opportunity 

To remember this. 

Every sweet strawberry 

Tasted on the tongue

An opportunity to remember.

Every glass of wine

Every  lingering kiss 

Shared with a Lover

By a peaceful river

Or surrounded by green trees

An opportunity to remember.

We are the Divine.  

Every tiny hand held in our own.  

Every Child’s Innocence 

And Laughter, Tantrum and Terror.

The Divine. 

Every moment of Beauty; 

Every moment if Hope

Every moment of Joy.  

The Divine.

Every moment of Sorrow

Every moment of Despair

Every Conflict and Struggle.

The Divine.  

It is only in remembering

That there is no separation 

Between Us and God

Between Us and the All That Is 

That we find freedom.  

We are the Buddha

We are Allah, 

We are Elohim/Yahweh/God. 

We are the Mother, the Father, 

The Son 

and the Holy Spirit

And the Daughter.  

It is only in Awakening

In remembering 

That we can begin to 

Play with life

With reality.  

It is in remembering 

That we can create Magic.

It is in remembering 

that we experience Holy fallout.

It is in remembering 

that we fill our mouths and palms

With Joy. ✨

Today and all days, 

Beloved, 

My greatest wish 

Would be that you might 

Open yourself 

To the possibility 

That you are not alone.

That you are not isolated.

That you are not broken.

But that you are 

God Incarnate

Having a human experience 

On this beautiful 

Holographic Reality 

Of a planet called Earth.

I would wish you to see 

That you are Beauty.

That you are Wholeness

That you are a 

Rare and unique jewel;

A perfect expression 

Of the Divine. 

You are love

And you are loved.

The Lover and the Beloved

All wrapped up 

In one gorgeous package

Of infinite potential.

I see you.

I am You.

You are we

And we 

Are

Love.

– Terah

God’s Name

Why is what God is so important?  

Why do we need to define and put into 

Parameters we can understand 

Something so vast and undefinable as God, 

Or what God might be?

How can we believe that 

A God of All Creation

And personal relation could

Possibly not speak in the 

Language and cultural norms 

Of the Hindi of India, 

The Bantu of Africa,

The nomadic tribes of the Sahara,

Or the Malaysian and other 

Cultures of the great continent and

Outlying Isles of Asia?

I was born Christian,

But am I damned for believing 

That the same God of Abraham, 

Moses and Isaac – 

the God whose son walked on this earth – 

might also be the God of Mohammed, 

the God named Shiva, Allah, 

Yahweh, Susie or Fred,

Depending on who you are asking?

Am I to be relegated to a fiery 

Eternity for considering 

That perhaps the similarities 

Between myth and current religion

Might be clues to the divine 

Connection of all that was, 

Of all that is, 

And all that will be – 

In the same way that we humans

And other inhabitants of 

This earth are 

A part and parcel of whatever

God may be;

Individual cells in one vast body?

Many years ago, 

Studying world religions

And mythology, I learned 

That even the Bible and

Christianity as we know it 

Was created and written

325 years after Christ’s death, 

By an emperor and 

Council set on combining

The prevailing religions 

Of the time 

With The Way, 

The original teachings 

Of Christ and his apostles, 

Into a tidy Package 

That people could 

Easily follow and call 

Truth. 

But I believe those things 

That we call Truth 

Are both relative 

And often found 

In less likely places 

Than many sacred venues 

Where we go to worship.

Truth can be found in the 

Whispering of the wind

Through the long grasses

Where my dogs romp,

In the shadows cast and raucous

Calling of the Ravens as 

They fly overhead.

I believe God can be found

In the quiet rising of the sun

over the misty hills of my home,

In the sound 

Of my children’s laughter 

Or good-natured argument,

In the chirping of the colony

Of frogs in the evening 

And in the geese and swans 

Gracefully swimming by 

With their fuzzy young

on the river that 

Perimeters my farm.

I’m not saying that God

Can’t also be found in our sacred

Temples and churches, 

In monasteries and mosques,

Because if there is any such

Thing as a Universal Truth

It is that God is, and can be found

Anywhere and everywhere –

If you are looking for Wonder,

For Awe, for Joy, for Love,

For Inspiration, for Redemption, 

For Perfection and Connection.

But if you are looking, 

It can just as easily be found in 

The whispering of the wind,

A single drop of dew upon a 

blade of grass, or the laughter 

Of children in India, Nepal,

Or Iran

As in those sacred venues

And places of worship,

And that God cares not 

If he/she is called by Yahweh,

Allah, Shiva, Susie or Fred –

As long as you call.