Meaningless Chatter

Meaningless Chatter

I didn't really listen, 'cause nothing meant a thing.

Yet when I close my eyes, I find that I am smiling.

They're all alive and sprightly – enthusiasm roars.

As each one adds their story of here and distant shores.

I seem to be in dreamland, where nothings left to say.

I guess I'll give no meaning to all that's said today.

Without a certain meaning attached to every word.

The sounds of humans talking does really sound absurd.

If they weren’t speaking English, but words were all in Greek,

would we still laugh and cry, not knowing what they speak.

I listen and I wonder if I'm belonging here

for silence, with its emptiness, shows me I'm everywhere.

Janet Spiller

January 6^th, 2017

8 minute writing class

The Truth

I need to feel the arc of Love

caressing me from God above

that holds the Truth in its embrace

that brings a smile to my somber face.

Sometimes I think I'm bound to be

a leaf that dangles from a tree

holding on to the Source of faith,

yet letting go to the wind's embrace.

I drift to the heavens where I can fly.

Or fall to the earth where I crinkle and die.

Perhaps as earth I'll nurture you

as you plant your flowers in my loving hue.

I'd like to be water, so I can flow

to dreams beyond this; beyond 'I don't know'.

So wet I seem to slosh and sleet

like little toads beneath your feet.

All thoughts of Truth are not from me.

They come from God where I am free

to make up stories like this you see.

So 'bye for now 'cause this can't be

the Truth.

Janet E. Spiller

Writing Class

March 24^th, 2017

 

Nothingness

I didn't want to do it.

Whatever It now was.

I'm tired of thinking up words

or writing down each clause.

Perhaps you'll help me pass

this time for this or that,

for sleeping now in class

would soon emit a slap.

I want to be inspired

to live a life of joy

to love each moment passing

to play with each new toy.

I asked for time to write this,

though goodness know not why.

This earth has gone past pleasure

for poems that make you fly.

Past now and into future

cravings for all that's new,

which ask you for God's Blessings

to bring a different hew

of realms beyond each fancy

for anything in this world.

Beyond all time and space

may Spirit be unfurled

in to nothingness.

Janet Spiller

March 3^rd, 2017

8 minute writing exercise

 

Reflections on a special relationship

You appear at the door.

Your brown eyes meet mine.

I might hug you once more,

but you often decline.

You look me all over -

hair, dress, shoes submit

to the search of my rover,

“Is this good, does that fit?”

You comb through my clothes

to find something bright -

some silky pants – some hose

- a blouse that's just right.

Have you washed yourself thoroughly?

Are all the doors locked?

(He checks the stove worriedly).

Is there something you forgot?

Now triple-check the door

and whose car shall we take?

Have you money galore?

Try to stay wide awake!

I ask,”Where are we going?

What will we do?”

These questions are annoying,

so I stay silent too.

He says, “Why don't you talk to me?

Why don't you ask me questions?

Don't you want me to be free?

Your disinterest brings reservations.”

“Why do you always. . ?

Why don't you ever. . .?

No one behaves like you.

If you were someone else, I would never . .”

I'm uptight.

Nothing's right.

I'm not O.K.

He's not O.K.

Silence, pain, anger, despair.

What really happened?

Does anyone care?

Janet Spiller

September 13^th, 1975

Cher Papa . . . a note with a “pressie”

It's been quite a while

since I wrote a rhyme.

I can only smile

at the topic this time.

These socks are for you.

I give you three.

Some tissue too.

(I got that free!)

Red, black and tan

to meet most needs

of an Englishman

who does good deeds.

Red is for racy,

the times you zoom out

and do something crazy

and give a great shout!

“Here I am world

I'm not dead yet.

My spirit's unfurled

and I'm out to get.”

Tan is so quiet,

a ho-hum shade.

It won't cause a riot,

nor woo a young maid.

Black is quite formal

and denotes an occasion

like going to church,

or fiddling an Asian.

And so these great socks

were meant just for you

to enjoy “on the rocks”

and make dreams come true.

Love you, Janet, 1960

Timeless Dreamer

In consciousness a thought arises.

Do not follow or you're in for surprises.

Thoughts come and go by themselves you see.

To pursue them imprisons both you and me.

Follow not sensations in body or mind,

as there's nothing to do or undo or find.

Simply you're here and discovering peace.

Don't touch the past, then the future will cease.

Nothing to change or create in the now.

Becoming is over, you're breathing somehow.

Aware of your senses and fully awake,

you're unattached for goodness sake.

With nothing to control; awareness expands

beyond any boundaries to effortless lands,

where nothing disturbs you, there is no ban,

for the Presence of “I am” says “Yes” I can

be One with all things, here or afar.

Without a belief, or opinion or star

to guide you through time and space today,

you're One with your Father, there's nothing to say.

Faceless, deathless, ever-fresh -

in silence and stillness together you mesh.

Fully alive being neutral you see

there's nothing to change, so you can just be.

Ever-present, unchanging, uncreated core,

awakening, happening, breath dissolves all.

Limitless, effortless, a formless Being.

A timeless Dreamer in an infinite dream

of Light.

Janet Spiller

January 9^th, 2017

What are you?

It is enough to be your true Self

to smile and to shine as you sit on the shelf.

You don't need a purpose or to speak a word.

The sense of “I am” is real, not absurd.

There's nothing to do or undo or expect.

Don't touch a thought of success or regret.

Whatever comes is observed by you.

No boundaries, no effect, no waiting, no clue.

Your sense of Presence, with lack of ego

is guided by Being, beyond time's show.

Your mind is neutral, there's nothing to get.

No person with stories with a future and yet,

Unchanging, uncreated, with life force expressing,

nothing to hold on to, just Oneness of Being

dissolving plans, attachments and needs.

Neither strength, nor weakness and now you are freed.

All perceiving is perceived by the immeasurable One

coming into full realization that you are God's Son.

Janet Spiller

January 11^th, 2017

Illusions

Did you know that to believe

you take a thought and then do weave

a story from it that does deceive

all in this world, so you may perceive

illusions.

Whatever comes to your mind to think

just know it's gone in another wink.

It's only when you stall and hum

that thoughts cement and thus become

illusions.

Because I'm just a human being

beyond God's thoughts or in between

I find I'm sad or mad or glad

defining this image as full of bad

illusions.

A gal that's happy to be free

of thoughts of you and thoughts of me.

Alone I drift upon the sea

wondering now who holds the key

to illusions.

This nothingness, which I gladly bare

dost keep me dancing in the air

or swimming in the great nowhere

so deep it leaves no one to care

about illusions.

And so I go about this world

a human being whose hair is curled

with thoughts a wandering in fields all pearled

with illusions.

Janet Spiller

December 16^th, 2016

8 minute writing exercise.

All is Wow!

I realize now that I am tired.

I think perhaps I've come unwired.

It could be that the day is gray.

But really I have nought to say.

You'll think I'm making all this up,

but wisdom comes when you're a pup

who's never learned 'bout this or that

and only wants to eat your hat.

My kitten wants to purr and sleep.

I think that's me when thoughts I keep

about God's Son who's not really there,

but aloft with God being debonaire.

As no one's here with an I.D.

I drift along without a “me”.

It's fun to watch the human being

trying to do things like a machine.

It's beyond time and beyond space

that offers you love and peace and Grace.

To all who let it all go now

you live in Heaven where all is WOW!

In Love.

Janet E. Spiller

November 25, 2016

8 minute writing exercise.

Judgment

I judged, and so I fear the idols that I made.

And so my guilt and pain have seriously betrayed

the joyous Child of God whose sitting in the shade

of judgment.

I screamed at you again for sinning in my dream.

My anger was released because I wasn't keen

to look within and know I'm holding up a screen

of judgment.

I denied the Truth of me as Savior of the world.

The safety in my sinlessness was yet to be unfurled.

And now a game of sacrifice was likely going to hurl

a judgment.

Withhold the gift of miracles and see how bad you feel.

For Christ's eternal vision is now the only deal

that brings you joy and happiness so love is all that's real

in judgment.

Amen

Janet E. Spiller

December 10^th, 2016

8 minute writing exercise

Five Minutes

There's only five minutes left in my life.

No time to take measure of what caused me strife.

No thoughts about past deeds or what is to come.

Just time passing by and this is not fun!

I guess they are laughing at me and my gear.

I'll just try ignoring those cads far and near.

Forever I'm waiting for words to come forth

to wow you with how great I am – of course!

My greatness won't come from outside of me.

It comes from inside me where spirit is free.

Free to be nothing, timeless and gone.

Time to be nowhere since I do belong

with God and His angels away up above

where consciousness covers us all with sweet love.

A love that is boundless and never departs

for we live in heaven with a light in our hearts.

Amen.

Janet E. Spiller

October 31, 2016

Truth

The range from here to there is now beyond belief.

I guess you'd say it comes when you need relief

from this old world and stories that unfurl the lies

and promises that cover up your eyes

from Truth.

Self certainty emerges as power and light shines forth

for choosing God beyond all else is worth

giving life eternal, with no thought of dying,

for neither time nor space exists, because you're crying

for Truth.

Remember there is no such thing as a human being.

You are God’s Son, His one eternal Love now seen

as salvation’s means and end as well

the one and only way out of this hell

is Truth.

You are the means by which God’s Son is saved,

because God’s purpose is to give the love you craved,

the only goal the world is seeking for

to know you're sinless now and ever more

in Truth.

Janet Spiller

Nov. 11^th, 2016