The Mystery of the World

This world, our experience of reality
Is not what it appears to be
There are hidden mysteries within it
Secret mysteries we know nothing about
Sometimes we touch these mysteries
And see beyond the veil
When reality doesn’t conform to our ideas
Or we experience some deeper intelligence
That takes us by complete surprise

But most of us take reality for granted
We think we know it
And we are separate from it
Born into it
And that’s that

A grave error has been made
An assumption
That the mind,
Reliant on perception of five senses,
Can know reality
But it cannot

And so here is the thing dear one
The eye that can see beyond
The wisdom that can see into
And the mind that isn’t made up
Can be open to the mystery
That is this world
The mirror in which we look
The miracle, the majesty, the beauty
And the vast intelligence
That we are inside and deeply part of

No conclusion must be drawn
But lived as awe and wonder.

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Everything Wants to Come Home. Let it.

Everything wants to come home in us
All the dark parts and the unloved parts
The neglected and abandoned parts
The unwanted, the ugly and the rejected parts
Everything we turned away from
Because we had to
Everything we still carry around
Secretly or openly
The past always knocking on present’s door
To be welcomed home
Into our loving embrace
Into our open heart

But we turn it away, again and again,
No, we say, not now, I’m trying to meditate
I’m trying to heal, to be spiritual,
I’m trying to be happy or loving
Or I’m trying to hold on to my stories
Because I’m afraid of who I will be
If I let them all go

And so we turn away from
The very thing that can bring us some peace

Open so wide everything gets to come home
Just that one thing can change absolutely everything.

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A Living Softness

Even as the shell appears hard
And the warrior has taken a defensive stance
So there may be a softness
Hidden deep within
A softness in the center

All this surface living bakes us hard
And we easily forget
That softness is grace made human

We live in cynical times
Times of opinion as truth
And a kind of inner strength
Must be carried forth
To meet falseness and despicability

But we are soft at heart
And tenderness, kindness
Is our true strength
If it should wither and perish
We are doomed
And hope of a loving evolution
Must be abandoned

It is up to you and I
To be the carriers of softness
The trustees of tenderness
To carry all that is good
And all that is real
Into the world

There is no need for awakening
To make this so
Just a remembrance of what is true.

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Release the Mind

To sit in the emptiness of it all
Wordless. Silent. Present.
Without trying to understand
No rationalizing or strategizing
No attempt to fix anything
Or make it wrong, or right
All argument with life finished
At least for this brief time
Just listening from openness, as openness
Almost passive yet fully alive
What a gift
What a moment of peaceful union

We are tyrannized by our own thinking
As though the mind were a machine
That, once switched on, will only turn off
At death

The need for mastery of mind
By seeing its incessant nature
Its relentless mechanism
Is a boon to the human experience
We can do this by releasing it
And realizing it is not who we are

We are wordless, silent, present.

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Spirituality is All In

I’ve seen it in many people
They want to let go
But they are still holding on
They want freedom
But they don’t want to burn
In the fire that freedom demands
They want the cake
They think they want to eat it
But they don’t want to slice it
So the cake sits there
And they look at it
And wonder why they are still hungry

You can’t do transformation from a distance
Once the door is open, and you opened it
Because you wanted something different,
Something more, something more real,
It cannot be closed without living in a kind of limbo

Trying to keep warm
But not wanting to get too close
To the fire

You can’t have it both ways
Spiritual freedom
Human freedom
Call it by whatever name
Is not a half hearted path
It’s all in
Every card on the table
Upturned
The gamblers nightmare

But don’t worry
It sounds high drama
And that you will lose everything
But all you lose
Is what’s not real
And what you gain
Is some true peace
And equanimity.

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