how to fall in love

When you shift your focus

from what is absent

to what is present,

from what is missing

to what has been given,

from what you are not

to who you are,

from the ravages of linear time

to the immediacy of Now,

you are reconnecting

with love, truth and beauty,

and abundance is yours,

effortlessly.

For in truth,

nothing is lacking where you are,

nothing is missing from the present scene of the movie of your life,

and you are forever full,

and at the point of completion.

The only reason

you cannot find Oneness

is because you never left.

The day is just waiting to be lived.

So breathe in life, friend,

breathe in life.

Jeff Foster

Coming Out

I am gay.  I am straight.  I am lesbian, bisexual, transsexual, transgender.

I am a man, I am a woman, and everything in-between.

I am a Christian, a Jew, a Hindu, a Buddhist, a Muslim,

a Sikh, a humanist, a pagan, a Satanist.

I am an agnostic, an atheist, a nihilist, a dualist

and a non-dualist, a believer, a non-believer.

I am the space for laughter, tears, agony and ecstasy, the most ecstatic bliss

and the most profound heartbreak, despair and disillusionment.

I am the space for the wonderful dreams, 

the terrible nightmares, memories, visions and the most creative

manifestations of light.

All thoughts, all stories, all concepts, all sensations, all possible

feelings, human and animal, vegetable and mineral,

pass through me, arise out of me, 

and fall back into me.

I am Consciousness itself.  I am what you are.

I am coming out as Love.

Jeff Foster

still here...

My dear octogenarian father looks at me from across the restaurant table with those eyes, pregnant with a lifetime of reflections, and says, "Strange how it all ... turns out... so unexpected..."

"How do you mean, dad?"

"You go through life, doing this and that... you have children, they grow up... you work, you make money, you lose money, you retire... they take everything away from you... but... well... I'm still... we're still... here... aren't we, son... ?

Still here, dad.   Still here.





Jeff Foster

You are like a perfect poem

You are like a perfect poem

Imagined by a poet 

Undivided from her own creation

Your form is word and sound

Your meaning is fluid and alive

But your essence is silence

You have no conclusion

Except the wonder of seeing the world

With brand new eyes

Jeff Foster