The beloved chose you
To pour itself into existence
But you keep looking
For something to fill
An imagined hole in you.
There is no hole.
Whenever a heart breaks open
There is a divine celebration
For someone has remembered their humanity.
The armor we wear
Donned in the early years
Solidified over time
Once our protector
Now become a prison
Locked in syndrome
Driven mad by our wounds
Acting out grievances
The pain body
All this must be liberated
On the true spiritual journey.
There is a natural intelligence
That speaks a secret language
You can only hear it, and feel it,
When you stop trying to fill all the gaps
When you get very quiet and utterly still
And listen without thinking.
The true human being
Has undone everything
And made no attempt
To do it all up again
They live from emptiness
The most beautiful grace of all.
Oh! what a wondrous journey is this
That takes us high and low
That strips us away to what we truly are
That calls us to meet ourselves
Deeper and deeper
That invites us to embrace
Every unloved part of ourselves
Until we arrive
At the place we never really left.
There is no deception
Greater than
The illusion of separation.
The humble and penniless hermit
Who lives content in solitude in the woods
Able to face him or herself
Has more true power and wisdom
Than the king of the heap
For they have harnessed
The silence and stillness of their being.
Relaxing into being,
Seeing the waves
Rise and fall,
Breathing with
The rhythm of life,
Feeling the heartbeat
Of existence,
Presence arises
By itself
There is no doer.
Befriend your monsters
And inner demons
Meet them with the open arms of love
Take a deep breath and say
‘Welcome home, I’ve missed you,’
And see what gifts they bring
And what hidden powers they have for you
Often it’s the resistance itself
That causes the suffering.
Poetry of Beauty 
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