Live From the Deepest Innocence

Awakening is a return to the garden
We never really left

The delusion of self belief
Has hijacked our innocence
And we are lost

There is a part of me
The despairs of the human condition
So full of potential
So full of possibility
Innovative, creative and compassionate

Yet greedy, brutal and self serving
Lost to beauty and love
Struggling with fear’s plague
Angry and enslaved to money

Ah! we are the carriers of light and dark
We are the holders of duality
And in our lostness
In our ignorance of our true nature
We choose one or the other
Or we swing backwards and forwards
Between the poles

Oh man and woman
The only way to peace
Is to know ourselves
As our innocence
That which never left the garden
That which we are prior to all this guilt and shame
Our only salvation lies there
In our essence
Only when we can live from the deepest innocence
Can we love without self
Without these terrible chains of bondage
We chain each other down with

Redouble your efforts
To discover freedom
It’s not far away
It’s closer than breath
More precious than blood
It’s the very fabric of you
So easy to miss
But calling your name
Calling you home.

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A Love So Great

A love so great
Everything bows down to it

Nature knows about love
Because it is love
Even when we judge it not to be
Who are we, with this judgment
Ground into us over centuries
A mass of beliefs
That separate us from life
And from each other

Nature has none of this
Nature IS
It just is itself

And so our very context is flawed
And this is the time
Of great revelation
Our stupidity is being revealed
We are fighting over our beliefs
But we have no inner wisdom
No inner knowledge

We are ignorant of our true nature
And our natural essence
And we fight from our ignorance
And our arrogance
Our desperation and our anger

If we could experience our truth
And if we could fall into our essence
We would know
A love so great
All existence would bow down to it
Including our own ego self

There is only one way
To save the world
And that is to discover love.

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Each Day a Precious Jewel

Each day we face the world anew
Each day there is something familiar
Yet also some new opportunity
Some new insight and awareness
We have our challenges
Our successes, our loves
Our failures and our tragedies

Each day we have our morning
Filled with hopeful freshness and expectation
We meet our afternoon and evening
For some weariness arrives
And for some the acceptance
Of the movement of the day’s events
And our darkness inevitably comes
As the sun disappears once again

Each night we die into emptiness
Everything vanishing into the void
In truth we have no idea, no guarantee
That we will awaken the following day
Yet we do, until we don’t

I have learned that each day is a precious jewel
Not to be grasped at and squeezed
Not to be feared or forced
But to be cherished and loved
To savor this existence without attachment
To see the great picture
Of arrival, experience and departure
The great wheel that turns effortlessly
This, to me, is love.

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Unhook Yourself From The Past

Don’t become buried under
The weight of erroneous beliefs
You must dig yourself out
Shovelful by shovelful
Until you get to the fresh air

Most of those beliefs
The ones you punish yourself with
Are inherited
They don’t belong to you
But you have made them your own

Digging yourself out
Is a kind of sifting through
What is true and what is not
What is actually yours
And what is not

Why allow beliefs
That are not even yours
To torment you?

The influence of wounded ancestry
Is enormous, almost incalculable
Enough, it is killing us

We are in an age of enlightenment
An age when we get to choose
To put down the bags of ancestral burden
Filled with shame and guilt
Filled with ‘not good enough’
Filled with war and competition

And to step into ourselves
Unburdened and unchained
Free to love unconditionally

But first we must each
Dig ourselves out
From the mountain
Of inherited and erroneous beliefs.

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The Vast Depths of Love

Ours is a meeting of lovers
A service to natural beauty
Through any storms we encountered
We found ourselves in the vast ocean
This love has no edges
There is nowhere it is not
You can’t take anything from it
For it doesn’t belong to us

We have fallen into love’s unity
Surrendered all sense of separation
And arrived at joy

Friend, there is a depth to love
Most of us cannot touch it
Because of our wounds
Because of our defenses
But we know it is there
We sense it in our belly
We hear it whispering to us

Let your longing be that love
Don’t fix it on a thing or a person
But allow the longing for love
To be the love itself
And it will open a secret door
Some call grace

It is our willingness
That calls the divine
To the door.

tear off this falseness

tear off this falseness
and stand tall
in truth
be like an open window
let anyone look in

invite everyone
into your house
and make them welcome

there are no enemies
when love is your abiding state
there is only misunderstanding

don’t be so quick
to jump into
being a person
it is not as simple as that
and when you look
from a certain angle
you will see
worlds within worlds
all real
and all fictional

don’t be so quick
to judge
make love your home
and see the world dissolve.

A Kind of Hidden Beauty

There is a kind of beauty
That cannot be seen
With the ordinary eye
It is beyond the reach
Of the narcissistic ego

This beauty is the truth
Behind the show, behind the mask
It is the beauty of openness
The beauty of the tender heart
It is the beauty that is revealed
When there is no more pretending

Only the nakedness of being

It is the beauty of innocence
It cannot be faked or forced
Manipulated or manufactured

This beauty is a meeting
Between innocent seeing
And innocence revealed
It is exquisite
And, despite our cynical world,
Is still there
Waiting for us all

Most are so preoccupied
With surviving in the marketplace
They lose their beauty
And settle for the mask.

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