Return to the Garden

Heart is heavy
Weighed down by mind
Essential purity of love
Covered over by past pain

Mind is foggy
Clouded by fear
Clear seeing occluded
Divided by righteousness

Weary humans
Lost and angry
Desperate for meaning
Grabbing illusory power
In the face of eternity

We have given ourselves to a dream
Believing it to be real
Stumbled into a dark forest
Full of tyrannous shadows
And menacing threats

Only the silent humility of openness
The peace that passeth mind’s understanding
Can bring us back to our light
Tears may fall, thunder may rage
Grief’s rain may become an ocean
And swallow us up

But it will be true
And our hearts and minds
Will be cleansed of past pain
And resolved of righteousness

And we will return to the garden
Renewed and refreshed from our dream.

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FEAR AND LOVE

Fear demanded attention
Threatening all manner of horrors
It rose up like a demon
And covered the radiant sky
In a dark and ominous cloud
It proclaimed dominion over the world
And over all beings that walked upon it
Humanity shuddered under the weight
Unable to resist fear’s manipulation of truth

And then love arrived
Not a weak kind of transactional love
But a powerful love with light at its centre
Blazingly brilliant sun at its pulsating heart
Ferocious and wrathful, resolute and affirmative
The kind of love that dissolves everything that is not itself

The same battles have been playing themselves out For millennia
In the human heart and soul and mind
Generation upon generation
Individuals, societies and civilizations
Rising and falling,
Shrouded by the veil of fear
Coming into the light of love
And disappearing back into the darkness

Only an inner revolution
In the heart and the soul of each individual
Truly matters
Each of us called to meet the tyranny of fear
And its constant desire for dominion
And to find it within ourselves
To blaze unconditional, ferocious, affirmative, love
Like a millions suns took up residence in our chest
And now all that comes into our orbit
Is dissolved back into the love that we really are.

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WHISPER IN THE NIGHT SKY

Personality is a whisper in the night sky
You are the night sky
And the whisper within it

Come my confused friend
Let us dance away our sorrows
On the eternal stage
From shooting star to super nova
Black holes and dying suns

We can whisper our names
Into forever
If we need to
It will mean everything
And nothing

The truth is no one knows why anything happens.

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IT HURTS

Yes my friend it hurts
Life hurts
In fact it can be excruciating
Agony, to the bone suffering,
There is no escaping pain
Except by denying it
Or numbing ourselves to it
But neither strategy actually works
The pain just gets deflected or buried

No, life hurts, that’s just the basic truth
Even spirituality won’t help you
Although it may offer the carrot
Of a painless life
And if you want a detached existence
Whereby the human experience
With its inherent pain
Is turned away from
So be it

But still it will hurt

No my friend, the only way is through,
The only choice is to open so wide
To sacrifice all resistance to life
So that the pain, the causes of pain,
The suffering, the grief, even the rage and fury
Are all included in that opening
Without identifying with any of it

That is the art of the deepest acceptance of life
And all that comes with it

A beautiful, excruciating, ecstatic, annihilating,
Maddening, confusing, overwhelming, existence
That brings us to our knees.

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WELCOME ALL PARTS HOME

You can try hiding parts of yourself away
Without even realizing it
For a lifetime
But they will never disappear
Nothing does
These denied and turned away from parts
Have an underground life in the shadow world
Influencing your actions, words and experiences
Seemingly hell bent on destruction
But actually trying to grab your attention
So they can come to the light of wholeness
And be welcomed home to love.

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THE MAJESTIC SILENCE OF BEING

A thousand emotions may flow through the valley
A deluge, a tsunami, a great flood
A fire, a volcano, a thunderbolt
All were allowed to flow unimpeded
But still you were there
Walking through that valley, step upon step,
Resolute, clear seeing, calm and unwavering

There is a kind of warrior-ship of presence
That has nothing to do with fighting
And more to do with some majestic silence of being
Each of us has the capacity to discover it
And each can choose to walk rooted in that presence
For the rest of our days.

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THE DREAM THAT PASSED

And a great sorrow did descend upon the people
Like a dark cloud that creeps across the sky
And that sorrow brought much wailing and grief
Most fell upon their knees, tears rolling down dry cheeks
Upon the ground, desperate for love

It was a tragic and holy sight to behold
And, for the duration of that momentous event,
The whole phenomenal world fell silent
The animals ceased their activity
The trees became still
Even the fish and sea creatures stopped swimming
As if to bear witness to this miraculous sight

Slowly, as if grace itself had taken action,
Tiny green and vibrant shoots
Poked their heads above ground
Everywhere a genuine tear had fallen
A new shoot appeared
First one, then another, then hundreds,
And then millions, across the parched earth

And then a great joy did arise within the people
As though the dark cloud had lifted
And they had awoken refreshed after a deep dream
Singing, dancing, loving, they celebrated their freedom
And they bowed their heads in gratitude
To the divine intelligence that governs all things.

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THE SYSTEM IS DYING. A NEW ONE IS BEING BIRTHED.

Friend, this old system
Corrupted from the inside
Like a cancer finally claiming the host
Is dying
We are experiencing
The thrashing of the tail
As it struggles to hold on to control
And stay alive
But fate will take its course
And this system will perish

Take heart…..

For there is already a new system stirring
We cannot yet see its fullness, its flowers
Or its new growth
It is winter, the season of die back
When there are no signs of life
But still they are there somewhere, waiting

You and I, we must gather ourselves,
We must stay deep and rooted in our presence
We must herald out the old order
And be ready to usher in something new
We may not be here long enough to see it
But those who follow us need us to plant the seeds deep
Those seeds must be authentic and true
They must be wet with love, juicy and ripe and ready
There is a bigger story at play here
And the turning is happening
You are needed, like a drop of nectar is needed
Like a homeopathic remedy is needed
Like an acupuncture needle is needed
Like a robust and pulsatingly alive cell is needed

Do not do yourself a disservice by feeling powerless
There is power locked up in each individuation
The power of love, of truth, of goodness
And, for the sake of the new system,
It is time to release that power into the world.

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Turn Off The World

My friend,
Turn away from your television
Put down the news
Ignore your social media
Just for today

Do not worry,
The trials and tribulations of the world
All this tumult and turbulence
All the fear and lies
Will still be there tomorrow

But you will have rested
In the space beyond information

We are being overwhelmed
By the deluge of world
Like addicts we imagine
We cannot live without our fix
Each of us glued to fight or flight
Nervous system meltdown
Exhaustion and depression
Anger and anxiety

So turn it off, put it down,
Rest your heart and mind
Remember your own true self
Still there, still beautiful, still pure

We must not let the world steal our presence
Or the constant fear mongering overwhelm our hearts
There are tests here for us all
And we must rise to meet them.

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