A Man Must Serve Something

At some point as a man
You have to take stock
And decide
What you are going to serve from now on
And it inevitably comes down
To one of two things
Either you serve your own ego
And everything that comes with it
Or you serve love
And you surrender that resistant ego self

Only one of those choices
Will lead to peace, joy and enduring relationships
Only one of those choices
Will lead to wisdom, depth and maturity

But the choice for freedom
Comes at a price
You will have to sacrifice old grievances
Old defended ways
All your righteous indignation
Every chip on your shoulder
Everything must be thrown willingly
Onto the fire of love

At first that feels terrifying
Then you get used to it
Then you like it
Then you wonder
What all the fuss was about
And then you realize it was inevitable.

At some point you have to decide.

The Secret World Inside This One

There is a whole world
Of natural intelligence
Inside this one
It is benevolent and kind
The radiation of pure love
It can only be accessed
Through openness and grace
This slipstream of love
Is always available
We may call it nature
We may call it awakening
We may call it love
It is always there
And it is only us who are not
Once you fall into it
You will never leave.

Communion of Souls

There is a communion of souls
A place within where we meet
Where something deep is touched
Some essence beyond the reach of conditioned mind

When we meet in that sacred encounter
We may dare show our true face
A great trust will arise
Through our naked vulnerability
And love will manifest naturally
As our abiding state

We may never return
To the ordinary world
Of masks and cloaks
For we will have tasted life’s true beauty.

Divine Dance of Form

I have felt the sun rise
Inside my own body
Felt the waning moon
Weeping in my heart
I have had planets
And constellations
Of wild energy systems
Circulating up my spine
The whole universe
Has been inside me
And I have been
Inside the universe

But then something changed
And a new kind of peace arrived

Now I no longer know
Or care
Which is which
Or what is what

For all division
Between this and that
Between inside and outside
Between me and the vast
Has dissolved

There is only one thing
One intelligence
Emerging into form
As many
And disappearing
Back into itself
It is almost impossible
For the mind to grasp
But if you get just a hint
Of what I mean
It will be enough.

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Intimacy – The Hidden Treasure

Intimacy is what happens
When the soul is laid bare
And received
With an open heart

It has nothing to do with sex

Intimacy is where
Openness meets itself
Beyond the walls of self protection

It is the ultimate display of rebellion
In a superficial world

But it has nothing to do with sex

To be intimate with anyone or anything
You have to be willing
To reveal your innermost
To explore your depths
And to hear without judgement
To be able to sit
In the complete unknown
Even as the fire might rage

Intimacy is being comfortable
In the discomfort
Of the unknown
Because this intimacy
Is where love lives

It is the secret treasure
Only the authentic explorer
Can discover.

Your Majestic Self

Lift up your heart
And show it to the SUN
Throw off the shackles
That have bound you
And blinded you
Truly you are MAJESTIC
But you have been told
You are small and powerless
Persuaded by fear
To play it safe
And fit right in
With all the others
But they are playing it small and safe
And are just as confused as you

You can feel it
Below all the conditioning
Underneath inherited beliefs
You can feel it
Your aliveness
Your raw power
Your freedom
Your radiance
You know it’s in there
But you’re scared
To unleash it

But friend it serves no one
To hide it
The whole point
Of the invitation of life
Is to be it

Come what may.