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

Beyond the self

Beyond the nothing that seems my self,

there's a big surprise up on the shelf.

The final point of this or that

is to find your Self without a hat.

Without a hat or glove or pen

the ego starts to lose it's yen.

For man's identity is more than form;

more than a thought of being forlorn.

Let go each thought, belief and wish

to be a body or a fish.

The Supreme Self is always there

to love and hold you everywhere.

No concept, nor a thought of grief,

will free your self or give relief

to mortal's journey to the stars.

It's far beyond a trip to mars.

Dear Lord I thank you for this Light

that shows the way beyond my fright

of letting go of conditioned me,

to finally know that I am free.

Amen

Janet Spiller

10 minute writing exercise

April 8^th, 2016

Divine Doodles

Thank you Father for your gifts to me.

I'm not a body, I am free.

This doodle to you is the key

to knowing my Self as all I can Be.

I love You Father and I love Your Son.

I now see Love in everyone.

I knew my life had just begun

when You arose like the morning sun.

The joy I feel when I think of You

is far beyond a human hue.

No time, nor space can give a clue

to the Grace you gave me of this view.

Your Love heals all despair and sorrow.

Being One with You, there's no tomorrow.

By doing Your Will, there's nothing to borrow.

By loving You, all else will follow

in LOVE.

Janni Spiller

10 minute writing exercise

April 7^th, 2016

Golden painting

She painted a golden bird cage.

It's all she wanted to do.

Until she saw the chocolates

and decided to paint them too.

She saw a bug on the window -

six legs and a colorful back.

It ended up in a shoe box,

with it self in a golden sack.

The paint ran out one evening.

She didn't really mind.

Now all was painted golden,

except that man who's blind.

That fitted her just fine,

'cause he gave off such a glow

that he lit up her whole mind

and ended the painting show.

Janni Spiller

10 minute writing exercise

April 1^st, 2016

Discover

Discover the wonder of being alone.

No chatter, no matter, not even a phone

A time to go inward beyond time and place.

A time to go outward and be more than space.

Discover the pleasure of loving your Self

No concepts, nor thoughts. All go up on the shelf.

Forget all the yearning for this or for that.

Forget all the judgment. Put it under your hat.

Discover the wisdom from letting all go.

No dreams are needed. They melt like the snow.

Remember the Son ship, the oneness with all.

Remember your essence which preceded the fall.

Discover the pureness of God's Sacred Word.

No fiction nor fraction that makes life absurd.

Don't frighten the children that dance in the sun.

Nor talk of the nightmares where you are undone.

For death rules the world and yourself once again

Until you discover your true Self. Amen.

Janet E. Spiller

(10 minute writing exercise)

November 13^th, 2015

Journey Home

With the kiss of Bliss enrapturing me by the closeness of our encounter, I realized that my journey home had nothing to do with me, nor with my person hood in any way.

I was now letting go of all my conditioned thoughts and beliefs. The story of an illusory dance within the egoistic dreamland of my mind was now being shriveled up.

In the emptiness of silence, a new gavotte leaped and twirled with my spirit in harmony with joyful awareness, scattering love throughout the universe.

No more linear journeys towards some earthly goal that never existed.

I am a vision of That which is eternally beyond objective time, space and form.

No words need describe to you the brilliant discovery of Light emanating from within my soul, for Awareness is One with you and all creation.

Amen.

Janet Spiller

(10 minute writing class)

November 13^th, 2015

Is that all?

The body is calling

with all kinds of chatter.

It smiles, then it cries

and believes it does matter.

Beyond all this nonsense

in worlds up above

there's a body of knowledge

that knows only love.

A love that is lasting

beyond birth and death.

A Love that is God-ly

and knows only rest.

Be conscious of knowing

that peace is internal

without any witness

it's joy in a kernel.

The hearts only passion

is to be One with all.

Since Nothing is empty

It really can't fall

Into rages or windstorms

and that is not all . . .

or is it?

Janet Spiller

October 9^th, 2015

"I'll meet you there"

My poem, "I'll Meet You There",

 was printed in a book called,

 "In My Lifetime: Memoirs", 

     by 

Eber & Wein Publishing, 

      Newhaven, PA.

Meaningless Chatter

Meaningless Chatter

I'm too tired to write down the bones.

My ears are ringing and my eyes feel like clones.

My skeleton is padded with too many words.

Fatty clumps of adjectives sticking like curds.

And nouns abound 'round my skinny ribs.

 

Conjunctions join the twins in the cribs.

Another verb and I'm swimming in gunk.

A few more pronouns we'll stick on my trunk.

Just meaningless chatter that jitters my nerves.

More paper to look at or stick on my curves.

I know I am grateful for all you have done.

But listening to paragraphs isn't much fun.

I love you brothers and know you are fine.

Writing down words doesn’t take any time.

Eight minutes to write on this wintery day.

I've written things down, now I'm going on my way.

Goodbye.

8 minute writing exercise

January 29^th, 2015

Janni Spiller

Janet E. Collins