Who Stands on Nothing

We stand on uncertain ground
We always did
We had just not noticed before

We search for certainty
In all the wrong places
In the ephemeral stuff of life
And all it gives
Is a false sense of security
Underneath which,
Left unexamined,
Is a core of anxiety

To make good friends
With our uncertain ground
Brings an end to that anxiety
And replaces it with a
Warrior like nature

He, or she, who’s stands on nothing.

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Love as a Living Reality

Can we live
As though love
In its most profound form
Or awakening
In its most embodied truth
Was the most important thing in our lives?
Not second, not kind of, sort of,
But as an act of utter dedication
And when we forget or become triggered,
To return with an even greater devotion
Not berating ourselves or regretting,
But simply recommitting and deepening
There is only one way
To make love a living reality
And that is to live it as a reality.

Image by Admiral_Lebioda from Pixabay

Everyone is Buddha Now

Unleash your buddha nature
And meet all of life’s phenomena
With equanimity and compassion
There is no difference
Between you or I and the buddha
All of us have the same latent capacity
And, in these times of great disturbance,
Each of us is called to fall into our true nature
Everyone is buddha now

We live in profound times
And the old ways of thinking
Must be surrendered.

Image by Susann Mielke from Pixabay

I May Be Leaving WordPress – What Do You Think?

I am not quite sure yet as I have been very fond of WordPress over the years, and I appreciate everyone who likes and has liked my poetry.

But I am considering leaving WordPress and consolidating my focus and outpouring on substack.

I already have a presence there, and it works very well for me. I like the style and simplicity very much, and I cannot go on spreading myself out too thin and doubling up where I post. I am less and less on facebook as I actually dislike it intensely and they control who sees what poems depending on how much I pay, and I refuse to play that game. There is, as yet, no money in this poetry at all. I do it because I do it and it works and people get something from it. That’s it.

If I could be rewarded for what I do that would be wonderful, but I have tried Patreon in the past as a musician and it didn’t work. There is an option to be supported on substack but I’m not really looking to that…as yet (maybe in the future who knows, but I will always do most of my stuff for free).

So, I want to know what you think about all this, both for me and for you and generally. Do you have any thoughts? Feel free to tell me, or tell everyone, what you reckon?

Thanks for reading, and DO feel free to sign up and join me on substack.

Heart Broken and Filled with Joy

When the eyes begin to clear
And the veil falls finally to the ground
What remains is a kind of bewilderment
Exquisite agony of clear seeing

The full extent of projection
The shock of seeing a world built upon falseness
The mass delusion of erroneous beliefs
And the madness of all conflict

Brings the seer to their knees in grief

Whilst with the same eyes
Such a beauty, a miracle, is witnessed
The light that is inside everything equally
Is realized fully
And all is experienced as perfect
Always was, always will be

The clear seer walks the earth
Heart broken and filled with joy
Grief stricken
Yet in limitless acceptance
Of all that is

There is no escaping duality
But depending on the depth of one’s seeing
One can allow it to be as it is
On ever more subtle yet profound levels.

Image by Patrikphotos from Pixabay

Hold It In Sky Nature

This falling and rising
This joy and this despair
All this openness
And then some closure
Around experience
Some contraction
Carried from the past
Or even an ancient primal mechanism

That unwanted trigger
That surges through the body
Clouding the mind
Obscuring our presence

All the waves of being human
The endless stream of thoughts
Sometimes owned
Sometimes disowned
Sometimes wanted
Often unwanted

All the utter discomfort
And the resistance to what happens
The argument with life
And the constant seeking of solutions

And then the laughter, the pleasure
The relaxation, the connectedness
An appreciation of what we have
And a sense of goodness that flows through us

All this, all this and so much more
Seen and known by awareness
Held in consciousness
As the sky holds the clouds, the rain, the lightning
The birds, the butterflies and the mosquito
Yet interferes with none of them

What would we exclude if we had our way?
The discomfort? The contraction?
The sky doesn’t exclude the mosquito
Although it irritates all it touches

We must be cautious about our constant seeking
We may be hoping for a life free of discomfort
But that is a futile search
Best to open and become our sky nature
And hold it all lightly, like a feather
In the palm of our hand.

– Image by Michael Schwarzenberger from Pixabay

Stand in the Authority of Love

Even in these darkest times
When things seem useless
And the predatory beasts
Appear to hover around us
Feeding on fear and anxiety

Know this my dear and tender friend
Everything resolves into love eventually

When the mind tires of its incessant struggle
The heart awakens
When there seems as though no solution is coming
And we are adrift on the existential ocean

Know this dear heart
Everything resolves into love

There is only love, no matter what appearance fear may have
No matter how despicable and manipulative
How persuasive and confident it may look
Do not yield the deepest part of yourself to it
Save that tiniest little bit in your deepest being
And know it, and yourself, and existence,
As love

There is such power when the veil is torn off
And we stand, naked and free, innocent and wise
In the authority of love
Don’t desert the truth any longer
It is this that unites us in our collective body
Brave the storm and know the love that is your birthright
Once forgotten now remembered.

Image by PIRO4D from Pixabay

The Beautiful Reunion

We build a wall around our vulnerability and innocence
And live seemingly outside it for many years
Until we realize it no longer serves us
And then we find we don’t know how to take it down
The wall of defense became a prison
Without us ever noticing

Eventually, through persistence, inquiry and grace
We rediscover the innocence hidden for so long
Still there waiting for our return
This is a beautiful reunion
And heralds a return to the wholeness and harmony
We truly are and never left.

Image by JacLou DL from Pixabay

A New Era of Peyote Love

A new reality has entered our door
Some may call him dog
We call him Peyote Button, Medicine for the Soul
Already the medicine has worked its way
Into our hearts and into our souls
It has turned our routine upside down
And brought us into an ever deepening
Moment by moment presence
We have experienced every emotion
And primal feeling possible
And here we all are, changing, adapting,
And, it looks like, falling into love’s arms
Such tenderness in this dear sweetheart
Only 12 weeks in existence
And utterly mesmerized by life
What a blessing this is
Our new teacher is Peyote Button.

No One Owns The World

After all is said and done
We are all just visitors here
Every single one of us
And no one has any more right
Than anyone else
No one can claim dominion or ownership
For each of us is a stranger
And, if anything, it is our existential duty
To leave this world
More beautiful and loving
Than when we arrived
And those who fail to do that
Or at least try and do that
Are failing themselves and the human family.

Image by Crystal Blair from Pixabay