The Door of Sadness

The door of personal sadness and grief
When embraced and opened to fully
May lead to the palace of realization
Of universal suffering
And the nature of temporariness

The one who can live from broken heartedness
Can walk through the valley of desolation
With equanimity and the greatest acceptance
Of the way things are

That one may be a healer
A homeopathic remedy
For the collective body
That struggles so much
As it constantly turns away
From the painful truth of life

The bitter sweet path
Brings depth and richness
To all it touches.

Image by omer yousief from Pixabay

The Sincere One

Discover your unconditional heart
And make your one true purpose
To stay there, no matter what

Life will hear your call
And bring you everything you need
To forge your blade
And test your resolve

And you will have to decide
How to meet those invitations

There is no avoiding this
If you are sincere about your journey

That is all.

Image by jplenio from Pixabay

TIME TO BLOSSOM – Dedicated to YOU

The human experience
Carries the potential for greatness
Or terrible tyranny

We are latent beings
Waiting to be activated

There is adventure
Written into our code

What makes one
Rise up against all odds
Out of all suffering
And become a carrier of light

And yet another
Lauded with wealth
Cosseted with opulence
Becomes the harbinger of doom

Don’t think this lies somewhere else
It is in each of our hearts
I was a wreck, tortured by my past
Inflicting my pain of everyone

And then opportunity for change arrived
And I seized it by the forelock
Even though it terrified me

Truly it doesn’t matter what has happened
What matters is how it serves you now
Does it cripple you?
Does it feed you?
Can you use it as food for your transformation?

None of this is easy
But we must face these hard truths
We have but one short life
That may be wasted in the past
And we will miss this beauty.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anais Nin

– I wrote this in March 2019 but now it is more relevant than ever.

– Image by Albrecht Fietz from Pixabay

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.

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

NEW WORDPRESS BLOCK EDITOR – NO

I wanted to post a new poem here today and discovered the new wordpress block editor format. I used it and I loathed it. I was like a monkey bashing around on a computer.

This afternoon I discovered the ‘classic editor,’ and I hope they continue to offer the choice. If I am forced to use the new block editor for my poetry I am gone.

What about you, have you gotten used to it? Maybe you are stuck in the classic mode as well.

This is how I feel about it.

  • Image by Schwoaze from Pixabay

Stand As Wholeness

Do not let the appearance
Of division in the world
Become your division
This is the time
For great resolve
To stand still in the face
Of the most tenacious illusions

And to decide, even as you fail,
To stay as wholeness
Despite the pull of the current
Despite the screams of the mob

For that wholeness
Is your holiness
And holiness has the power
To heal the illusion of division.

Image by Barbara Jackson from Pixabay

The Lone Journey

We are each called to discover our own true authority

Thus we must eventually walk alone into the mystery

The teacher, the guide, the book, the way shower

Can point and advise only so far

And then, at some point, they all must be left,

And we must go utterly alone into the forest

Only there will we discover our wisdom

It cannot be given

It can only be discovered.

Image by Sasin Tipchai 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.

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