Turn Towards Life

Again I wake up, heart broken open
Yet now, unable to turn away,
I am compelled to simply remain open
No fixing this, no resolution
No turning away, no righteousness

Instead, surfing the edge of this delicate web

The human experience,
Imbued with suffering, is inescapable
There is a tender agony to all existence
All form caught in the same dance

And loving deeply,
The kind of love in which you lose your self,
Comes with the inevitable finale,
A clause built in to every contract that reads,
‘This is temporary.’

But, my friend,
I would rather love with this openness
And endure the pain of existence willingly
Than turn towards denial and hatred
The suffering of hatred seems agony
And spreads like a disease

It’s not for me
So I will choose
To wake up heart broken open
Again and again and again

Don’t turn away from life
Turn towards life with arms wide open.

 

The Razor’s Edge

To walk through
The valley of darkness
With awareness
Placing one foot
Softly after the other
In tenderness and resolve
Holding fear lightly
Allowing the waves of emotion
To rise and fall
This is the razor’s edge

It is called the razor’s edge
Because it cuts through duality.

Love’s Hidden Hand

Let not age domesticate me
Or make me bitter
But let it ripen me like a fruit
Let it tenderize and soften me
So I am worthy of savoring

Let age not weaken my spirit
But make me wilder and more free
May it open my heart
And sharpen my wit

May I value time itself
And see each day as a precious jewel
Attach to nothing
But commit to peace

Let it not scare me
With it’s proximity to death
But bring depth and wisdom
May I see the beauty of others
And not their faults

And may I forgive
The human experience
Its failures, wars
And needless suffering
And instead see
Love’s hidden hand
In all actions
Even the most cruel.

The Inevitable Calls Us All

We are confronted, and invited,
By life’s momentum
To let go of everything
Eventually letting go of life itself

Everything goes the same way
Through the same door
There is an agony in this
That renders us helpless
And brings us to our knees
We want to shut down the pain
And turn back the clock

But opening to it
And knowing we are not alone
Brings a drop of sweetness
In the midst of suffering
That’s all we really have.

(For Debbie)

 

Poet of the Ocean

I fell into the ocean of poetry
Struggled to keep myself afloat
Until all hope was abandoned
And I surrendered to my fate
After an eternity of sinking
I made my way back to the shore
Drenched and half drowned
Crawled upon the beach
A stranger approached me
I couldn’t speak
My heart, lungs and mind
Were so filled with poetic water
Eventually I spluttered and a single word
Uttered from my lips….
“Love.”

That was the start of my return
To the human realm.

Into the Unknown

Don’t try and catch me
When I fall
I’m falling by choice
But you might get hurt when you land,’ you said
Don’t worry, I replied, there is no ground
This falling is without end
Falling itself is the only ground

Choosing the unknown
Turning away from mind’s constant need to know
Mind’s constant reassurance
And our addiction to certainty
Sends us into a tail spin
Even a panic

What happens if I let go completely!’ you scream,
Will I die?’ you beg

Try it and find out
Give up your knowledge for a moment
Turn away from your certainty
Fall into doubt
But you must do it fully
Fall into the unknown, keep your hands by your side,
And don’t clutch to anything
If you land somewhere
Some ledge of certainty
You have probably grasped at some false hope
Jump again!

There is no ground friend
And the unknown is your liberation
But on the way down
Your mind’s tyrannous nature
Will beg and scream and cry and threaten
And that’s where your work is
Right there on the ragged edge
As you fall
It’s a beautiful death.