Awakening – Big Bang or Soft Opening?

You might think that awakening
Is like the big bang
Lots of fireworks and trumpets
A complete explosion of consciousness
As total realization yanks you
Into a new and astonishing reality

But what really happens
Is an exquisite softening
And peaceful stillness
Where all hard edges of separation
Dissolve effortlessly
No fireworks
No trumpets
No explosion
Just soft and open presence
That some may call love
But we call openness.

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The Warrior Carries Sorrow

Today my heart is broken open in sorrow
A million stories that end in grief
A young man snatched from his life
Driving down the road minding his business
His killers life wrecked by his decision to drink and drive
On this very street of ours
The news littered with tragedy
But most unseen and unknown
A vast ocean, a tsunami
Of human and animal suffering
That terrifies us
And threatens our very sanity
So we shield ourselves from it
Ah! but that makes us cold and unfeeling

How can we carry sorrow
Without it overwhelming us

By not fighting it
The divine gives us what we can take
And we are wider than we know
And deeper than we imagine

As for me, I do not fight sorrow
I see life and beauty in it
The inexorable consequence of form
And, although it hurts
I know the wave that rises and falls
And my sorrow is connected to my joy

Sorrow, like grief, is our humanity lived
The denial or turning away from it
Is what makes us unfeeling and detached
Don’t be scared of sorrow
It’s your friend in disguise.

Befriend Grief, Discover Joy

This wholesale denial of grief
Renders the village
At war with itself

A people that denies its pain
Its confusion and its sorrow
Cannot truly celebrate its joy

The pushing away of death
Into the shadows
And our inability
To open our hearts
To our wounded state
And let love pour in and out
Keeps the beauty of life
The jewel we seek, peace,
Out of our hands

And we live as ghosts
Dreaming of the things
We could easily have
If only we turned and faced life

The wound is becoming clear
Rising to the surface of the collective
All that was denied is now
Becoming visible

Can we face ourselves?
Or will we yield to the despot
Who cries ‘It’s them!’
And we all turn
And blame someone else
Here we are friend,
In the midst
Of the biggest existential crisis
Since we arrived

Your grief
Your joy
Your openness
Your truth
Your power
Your love
Your beauty
Is in your hands

The only revolution is inside

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The Path of Wisdom

There is a wisdom inside us
Beyond mind
But, through the relentless closure
Caused by trauma and conditioning,
We don’t have access to it
This wisdom is natural and inclusive
Clear seeing and compassionate
It can guide us and inform us
We might call it love’s intelligence
It has a radically different fragrance
From mind’s rational fear based knowledge

To discover this freedom
There must be a letting go
Of the trauma and conditioning
That blocks the way
It must be surrendered somehow
Abandoned as the prison it is

It takes courage, tenacity and grace
It is a path not a destination
At first it appears impossible
To find this place
And the question is ‘how?’
But if we keep knocking
And keep inquiring
And keep releasing
And stay devoted
With great sincerity
And willingness
Eventually things begin to crack open
And the great ocean of wisdom
That awaits us
Is discovered

Serve this path with all your heart
It is the path of wisdom.

A Crack in the Armor

All it takes is a small crack
A little doubt
A recognition of something bigger
A flash of light
A seeing of patterns
A weariness of carrying stuff
Just a small crack in the armor

And that’s it, that’s enough
For the light to get in
Once the light starts
Something is set in motion
It may take no time
It may take a long time
It doesn’t matter

For the light has begun
To shine on the darkness.


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Cherish This Day

We may be gone forever
When we leave this world
There is no guarantee of return
And yet we live our lives
Hidden and ashamed
Our light occluded
By imaginary shadows
As though we are here forever
We suppress our creative impulse
And struggle with our worth
But really, who cares,
Everything and everyone here will be gone
Dissolved into the dust of time
Nothing will be left

Throw off the chains today
Again and again
Dance in the mess of it all
Be wild and free
Cry and laugh and grieve your sorrow
Paint and write and sing your joy
Pick up an instrument
And make some noise
Tell everyone you love them
Give gifts to loved ones
And strangers alike
Make someone’s day
By paying them attention
Shine your light now, today
It may be all over tomorrow.

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