When The Darkness Rises

In the time of Jesus
It was grim
In the time of Rumi
It was pretty tough
Civilization is marked
With centuries of conflict
And horrors unimaginable

No teacher, poet, or wisdom holder
No warrior, guru, or prophet
No holder of what is sacred
Waited for the time of joy
The golden age
To step into their truth
You don’t get to pick the time
The time picks you

If the politics insult you
And threatens to drag us into darkness
Become a love and truth warrior
Rise up into power
And let the politicians and power hungry
Do what they do
You are not defined, nor limited, by them

No teacher, warrior or poet
Waited until a labor government
Or the democratic progressives
Were in power
Before they spoke truth

We cannot wait
You and I cannot wait
For the conditions to be right
Because the conditions are always right.

Image by Yatheesh Gowda from Pixabay

Living In A Film

Can you see yourself in others
In the world that appears in your eyes
Everything seems so separate
But your mind is telling you lies
Tricked by our perception
We walk into a dream
We lose the true reality
And make up what it means
So we fight amongst each other
But we are living in a film
Each of us is a character
But nothing here is real…

Image by Andreas Glöckner from Pixabay

The Beauty Is In The Deep

Living on the surface of life
All you see are waves
And that’s what you believe
Just the drama and the chaos
The endless crashing
Of wave upon wave
Occasionally calm
Usually tumultuous

But below the surface
Is a whole world of activity
Deeper, more subtle and profound
It goes deeper and deeper
And there are wonders to behold

And this is how we are
The true beauty of us
Is in our depths
Though we have become
Fixated and absorbed
With the drama on the surface

Become a diver
Into your own vast self
Discover your inner world
Your majesty
Your jewels
For they are surely there
In each of us
When we dare to look.

Image by loulou Nash from Pixabay

The Divine Invitation TO OPENNESS

The Divine shows up
Every day, every hour, every minute
Always with the same invitation
To surrender the righteous ego self
And to fall into love’s openness

In our fear, arrogance and ignorance
We turn away, again and again,
Until we get so tired of fighting
We either become sick or desolate

Or we make a decision
We decide to show up for the
Divine invitation
And we do that over and over again
Because the righteous one
Has ruled over us for many years
And relinquishes power begrudgingly

But that is the warrior’s task
To meet oneself resolutely, softly,
Diligently, purposefully, lovingly
Until the right relationship with self
Has been restored

There is an art and method
To living as openness
It doesn’t just happen by accident
Like all art it takes practice
And application.

The Future Is Unknown

Here in the desert
The culmination of a long journey
Driven by longing
Held by grace
Walking an unknown path
Through hardship and darkness
Challenge and demand
Pulled by inevitability and fate
Some paths are mysterious
And beseech us to surrender everything

And thus we arrived
Far away from England’s shores
In the high desert of Santa Fe
It means holy faith
And maybe that’s why we’re here

New Mexico enchantment
Big sky with jewel stars
Adobe softness and shimmering light
Drew us from the moment we set foot here

I never expected to leave England’s gravity
I found it hard to get outside London
And I wasn’t one of life’s travelers
But something happened on the way to safety
And I got pulled into the unknown
By my beloved
Who wanted more
Who longed for adventure and destiny

Thus we set sail into the void
And here we are
The Enchanted Land
Hot, dry, mysterious, old, artistic,
Quixotic, quirky and familiar
There is something alive in the ground here
In the sky and in the air

Never imagine you know what’s up ahead
You don’t
And if there is something, or somewhere,
Calling you, serve that voice,
It may have your destiny written into it.

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.

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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