The Door of True Power

The key to inner freedom
Lies in a door in the center of the chest
Not through the myopic lens
Of the five senses tunnel
That feeds the mind
Or the emotional body
That projects its trauma and wounds

The power we seek
Is the door in the chest that, when opened
Allows the greatest power we have,
Unconditional love, to be liberated

Love knows what to do, and does it
This love is not personal love
We may call it the power of universal love
It is the root of right action
And may be the only true way we have
To overcome mind’s fear

All our individual and collective power is inside that door
And as long os it is closed
We are locked out of our inner authority
No one can open it for us
And opening it is an act of free will

Knowing this, what do we do.

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Praise Not Punishment

There is a secret that only the wisest shamans know
It is that praise is what keeps beauty alive
But this praise is not superficial or of the self
It is true, heart pouring out praise of what is truly valued
Praise says ‘You are in the world and you mean something
You are beautiful and I see that beauty and honor it,’

This simple but openly joyous action
Is like pouring water on a parched garden
It brings everything to life
And allows it to shine

It can be praise of a human being
Or a flower or dog or a tree
Or nature itself
Everything will respond in the same way
Because everything is animated by the divine

My poetry is a celebration of this praise
It is the only way I know
To keep the beauty of things alive.

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The Wheel of Life

You say being kind in a hostile and dangerous world
A world full of endless trouble and suffering
Is naive and foolhardy

I say kindness is a display of wisdom and an embracing of innocence
And that, in the face of all life’s woes
Indeed, knowing the nature of existence itself,
To retreat into cynicism or closure
Increases suffering and unwillingness
And still doesn’t stop it

Eventually everything is taken
Eventually everything opens to its fate
We are all walking towards the same door
And life is inherently both tragic and ecstatic

Only an open heart and surrendered mind
Can allow the world to be as it is
Without rejecting it or trying to explain it
And that awareness will become kindness
When it is allowed to flow

Compassion is not a belief
It is a natural response
To the wheel of life.

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The Beauty Always Here

The more tender and open we become
The more profound is the beauty
That reveals itself to us
The beauty is always here
It is us who are not available, for we are not here

Sometimes we may stumble upon this beauty
By grace, accident or great shock
Some have seen it in the space between life and death
Yet always these moments are fleeting
And leave us with longing and desire
To become established in that beauty, that love

And there the journey home really begins
The unravelling of what was once thought true
The meeting of ones darkness and what was denied
The falling, the grasping, the letting go
As the unknown looms large with great portent

And we may even become distracted for some time
By the imagination, as it dreams of what that beauty looks like
The mind is tenacious and hijacks everything
Including the truth, and it will tell us we know what to look for
And this detour may prevail for years

But by and by everything that is not the true path
Becomes a dead end

And we are left naked and vulnerable
And in that nakedness is our innocence
And in that innocence is the beauty
We so desperately sought
We must return to the garden naked and empty.

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Song of Grace

Do you think the sound of the birdsong
That greets the morning
And the sound of your tears or laughter
Or even your cry of pain or anguish
Are different to the ear of God?

There is no difference
Except in your mind
That always seeks to censor you
Or censor the world

The birdsong, the sound of the wind in the trees
The howl of the wolf
And the cry of love or sorrow
Are all the song of grace

Open your heart so wide
Everything falls in
And you will also hear
With the ear of God.

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I Am One

I am one
Who lives
On the ocean floor
Feeling everything
As it sways this way and that
Feeling the depth of things
Looking up at the waves
As they rise and fall
This life is part agony
And part ecstasy
A singular purpose
Of feeling fully
The weight of
The human experience

I am one
Who soars the heavens
As a free bird
Far above the fray
Touching the stars
In love with the sun
Gathering prometheus fire
And swooping down
To share its power
With those walk the land

I am nothing, just this
A silence that walks the world
Here for a time in form
Human, divine, animal, alien
I am in everything
And everything is in me
Humble and prayerful
Yielded all arrogance
And surrendered
To the sheer mystery
We call life.

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Together in the Mystery

There is no normal
There never really was
Except in our imagination
And in our hoping
But we are always at the mercy
Of things we cannot control

Whatever catastrophe this is
However this has come about
Whatever administrative idiocy or negligence
Has given rise to this

We are now here, in the mystery, together
Some trying to get by
Some tragically sinking
Some even thriving
Keeping it together

We get to feel our true feelings
Like some scene from groundhog day
We get to understand
Our ups and downs
Our avoidances
Our projections
Our fears and hopes
We get to look at our dreams
Our relationships
We may even have a life review
We may over eat, or over drink
We may fall into anger or resentment
Or dive into the murky world
Down the rabbit hole of conspiracy

But still here we are
Together in the mystery
Each of us, day in day out
Faced with ourselves
And how to be with life
Not the life of our imaginations
But this life, today
Here and now
For this is going to be our template
Going on from here

Me, I’m choosing love’s openness
Being transparent and clear as a crystal
I have found this to be the only way
To thrive in this world
Be well fellow travelers.

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The Interconnected of All Things

I have said this before many times
Everything hangs together
By an invisible thread

And now we must know
All of us hang together
By the same thread

We are the weave
The picture being woven
And, on this level of reality,
The weaver

We need each other
We rely on each other
Life continues because of each other

This is what we are being shown
At this time of deep reflection
How it all fits together
And how easily it can fall apart

And that simple truth
Compels us to appreciate the other
To see value in all people
To develop deeper compassion and care
To shift the balance
Of our me centered consciousness
To a we centered consciousness

We don’t lose anything by this
We gain everything
And we begin to choose leaders
Who value and nurture
Collective care

A jigsaw puzzle is incomplete
If one piece is missing
And everything works because of everybody
Not because of one special one.

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A Transformational Time

This is the time
That all the spiritual work
All the inquiry
The breathing
The acceptance
The softening
And the opening
Has prepared you for

The effects of undigested,
Unprocessed, unexamined fear
Are highly destructive
Fear can convince us
The imaginary is real
It plays tricks on the brain
It hijacks the nervous system
And destroys our ability
To make informed and considered choices
Make no mistake
Fear wreaks havoc on our health

You have done all this deep work
And it has brought you here, to this
This time in history
This moment of bifurcation
When you are met with two doors
The fear and reactivity door
And the door of discernment and grounded love
It’s the same door you always face
But intensified by fear of survival

Stay present, in your body
In your breath, in your heart
Choose love, choose the love door
No matter what

There is transformational opportunity in this time
Most people might not be able to grasp it
But those who have already peeked through the veil
And seen other ways, other possibilities,
Can use this time to deepen

I am not budging from this openness
I am not going to yield to fear
I am here, staying as presence and truth,
Rooted in the unknown
Even as this reality seems to crumble to dust.

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