Beauty Is Always Here

There is beauty here
When we slow down
When we drop the drama
Long enough to really see

It is not that beauty appears
For it is always here
It is us who suddenly see
Because we drop into awareness

This awareness is available always
But the incessant self is always active
Always doing, busying itself
Poking into reality

So beauty is always here
And awareness is always here
What then is the problem?

We are not always here
We are so distracted
Dragged by the past
Projected into the future
We miss what is ever present
And that is the most important part

There is an opening
Always an opening, a doorway
To beauty,
Just pay attention
From silence
And be still, not just in body
But in beingness
And watch mental activity
Without attachment
As though it were chattering birds
Pay no mind
To mind

And there it is, as it was, as it will be,
Always here.

Become a Lover

Fall in love again and again
Don’t worry about your heart breaking
Go deeper and deeper
Become a lover of what is
Don’t be stingy with love
It is pouring in from the vast
A never ending supply

Don’t be meagre with love
A little bit here
And a little bit there
No, be generous
Over deliver
Allow love’s bounty
To burst into this world
Be the faucet through which
Love’s healing water flows

Fall in love
Be in love
Be love
Don’t wait for love
To happen to you
Love is waiting for you!
Be utterly and totally available
For love
Say ‘YES I am here,
What would you have me do?’

And love will find you
And point you
And invite you, challenge you
And caress you

Fall in love, again and again
There is only the beloved
You are that, I am that
We are that
All faces of the beloved
Shining out with our eyes
Love looking for itself
Everywhere.

The Art of Being

All this conditioning
This mental slavery
With its righteous beliefs
And rigid opinions
Obscures the natural light within
From pouring forth into the world

In this rather sorry state
Everything about us is functional
And almost robotic
There is no art of being
No inner beauty or radiance

A great sadness must arise
An inner intuition, a hunch,
That there is something more
It doesn’t matter what you call it

But it sets off a cascade
A movement from within
And an unravelling of the knots
That bind us to ourselves
A cleansing of the psyche
A great detoxification

Oh! this is the beauty of it all
The gradual unfolding of the wings
The waking up of the sleeping one
Don’t be in such a hurry
To get to the destination
There is no destination
Only mystery and falling
Into the unknown

This is the art of being.

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Let Love Meet Itself

I have given up living on the surface
Accepted that I am no longer able
To speak in the old way
All it is now is poetry and beauty
My talk quickly turns to love
And I get frustrated listening
To words of avoidance
And self deception

A word to the wise
If we should meet
You and I
Let it be like this
Two silences
Love meeting love
Emptiness to itself
Let our presence
Say it all
And our mouths
Say nothing.

Through Love’s Eyes

We scurry about
In our self importance
And love looks on

We proclaim ourselves
Owners of our empires
Prideful and arrogant
And love looks on

We reject and abandon
We judge and we hate
And love looks on

With cruel heart
And righteous mind
We hurt those we love
And those we hate
And love looks on

We divide life
Into good and bad
According to our beliefs
And we deride those
Who disagree
And love looks on

What hope is there
If we don’t turn our gaze
And look through love’s eyes.