My little sister, Jocelyn was one of those people who love being naked. There are pictures of her in tree planting camp up high in the mountains, sitting on the edge of an out door bathtub playing her guitar, naked as the day she was born. As well as tree planting, she wrote the most amazing collection of songs, many were hymns of a sort. There were times that she would arrive home and start hauling them out like candy out of a bag. It is amazing in retrospect what each of us, what I, have taken for granted. Beautiful and healthy, she dropped her molecules altogether when she was 33 years old. It must have been some kind of a heart arrhythmia; that was never clear. She had spent the weekend before her death at the Sufi Dance of Universal Peace somewhere in Oregon. Somehow she is dancing still….
Anyway, Ramsses, she would have had fun playing with you! Laughing her head off --you too I think….thank you for asking about her.
SMILE OF MY SOUL
In terms of experience, it sails like a dream
A running picture like a waterfall on a moving screen
Well you lost me on a broken road,
left me to find my way alone
Chasing fragments of my sweetest memories unto Your abode
And I have been alone
But all this while you've been inside
The smile of my soul
I didn't know that through this desert of distance
There was a way home
Well it's not who you are to me
But sheer in the miracle that you are
Suddenly I'm singing, I'm burning, I'm yearning,
I am on fire. I'm rich in a knowing
that's vast and huge and still growing
Everywhere is home, Everywhere is here
Because You are, Because You are
And I have been alone
But all this while you've been inside
the smile of my soul
I prayed, I hoped, but I didn't know
If through this desert of distance
there was a way home
Past the veil of distance, past your name
past the broken bubbles of thought forms and wishes
And finally past the pain
I wake up beside you now, in the intimate unknown
I find your breath inside my body
closer than the bone, closer than the bone
And I want you to know that all this while
you've been inside
the smile of my soul
And I know that you know
that through this desert of distance
through this desert of distance
I have come home
The fabric of my life is the cloth with which it is my responsibility to polish the lens of my own perception