Old stuck past anger
Creates grievances
In the present
Turned outward
It creates war with the world
Turned inward
It creates war with the self
Ultimately it’s a destructive energy
That begs us to see it, know it, feel it
So it no longer lurks in the shadows
This transforms anger into authority
And creative expression
And it gives us our voice back.
Take off that costume you wear
Let us meet in the naked truth
Admit it, you are pure consciousness
The heavens, the stars, all that was
All that is and will be
Wrapped in a costume
That seems so real
But you are not an actor
And I know the longing
To simply be yourself
Is what brought you here.
Remove all your layers
And become naked
You are the sky
With clouds dancing
Their way across
Your exquisite silent openness.
You don’t have to earn the right to be here
Or justify your existence
Or prove your worthiness
The exquisite fact that existence
Has brought you here as you
Is enough
For you to celebrate
And stand in wonder
At such a miracle.
I’m for the nobody
The outsider
The misfit
Who may be the mystic
The one who sits in the shadows
The quiet one
The one who hides
Their face in the crowd
I’m for the broken-hearted
Full of sorrow
Still drinking
From the well of life
People
I’m for those ones.
Carry no grievance It is a heavy cloud That casts a pall Over natural goodness.
Eventually fate arrives
At every door
With the same invitation
To return home
Until then
We must live boldly
Tenderly, authentically
Wisely and freely
We must dance with tears in our eyes
And the beauty of life
In our blazing hearts
Tasting the sweetness
Even as it vanishes into emptiness.
I went into the heart of darkness
And returned laden with jewels
I ventured deep into the mud
And understood how the lotus grows
I looked into humanity’s wounds
And saw its healing
Whoever looks inside
Eventually sees the light.
What does this moment have to teach us
We who are so full of ourselves
Who arrive everywhere filled to the brim
The moment can only teach those who are empty
If we are full where is the room for anything new?
The wisdom and intelligence of this moment
Cannot compete with the fullness of self
It’s a different kind of intelligence
It can only be heard from emptiness
And so to really hear, to really be able
To receive the deepest wisdom this moment
Has to offer us, in its vastness and eternal depth
We must enter this moment naked and empty
The moment has everything to teach us
But our task must be the seemingly arduous one
Of emptying and not filling up again.
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To be available
For divine intelligence
To flow into us and through us
We must become empty
And silent.
We are dancing in an endless ocean of love
Swimming with the beautiful ones
Unlocking the door to eternity
Feeling the breath of the ecstatic wind
Catching a glimpse of the sun
As it pours out its light
For the lovers of the world
The Garden is beautiful
Because you are in it.
Poetry of Beauty 