Each Day a Precious Jewel

Each day we face the world anew
Each day there is something familiar
Yet also some new opportunity
Some new insight and awareness
We have our challenges
Our successes, our loves
Our failures and our tragedies

Each day we have our morning
Filled with hopeful freshness and expectation
We meet our afternoon and evening
For some weariness arrives
And for some the acceptance
Of the movement of the day’s events
And our darkness inevitably comes
As the sun disappears once again

Each night we die into emptiness
Everything vanishing into the void
In truth we have no idea, no guarantee
That we will awaken the following day
Yet we do, until we don’t

I have learned that each day is a precious jewel
Not to be grasped at and squeezed
Not to be feared or forced
But to be cherished and loved
To savor this existence without attachment
To see the great picture
Of arrival, experience and departure
The great wheel that turns effortlessly
This, to me, is love.

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The Vast Depths of Love

Ours is a meeting of lovers
A service to natural beauty
Through any storms we encountered
We found ourselves in the vast ocean
This love has no edges
There is nowhere it is not
You can’t take anything from it
For it doesn’t belong to us

We have fallen into love’s unity
Surrendered all sense of separation
And arrived at joy

Friend, there is a depth to love
Most of us cannot touch it
Because of our wounds
Because of our defenses
But we know it is there
We sense it in our belly
We hear it whispering to us

Let your longing be that love
Don’t fix it on a thing or a person
But allow the longing for love
To be the love itself
And it will open a secret door
Some call grace

It is our willingness
That calls the divine
To the door.

A Kind of Hidden Beauty

There is a kind of beauty
That cannot be seen
With the ordinary eye
It is beyond the reach
Of the narcissistic ego

This beauty is the truth
Behind the show, behind the mask
It is the beauty of openness
The beauty of the tender heart
It is the beauty that is revealed
When there is no more pretending

Only the nakedness of being

It is the beauty of innocence
It cannot be faked or forced
Manipulated or manufactured

This beauty is a meeting
Between innocent seeing
And innocence revealed
It is exquisite
And, despite our cynical world,
Is still there
Waiting for us all

Most are so preoccupied
With surviving in the marketplace
They lose their beauty
And settle for the mask.

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This Constant Calling

It whispers
It shouts
It begs
It lures
It demands

After a while
It’s always there
Always inviting you
Even when you forget
Or lose yourself in experience
When you’ve been triggered
Or forgotten all about awakening
Just for a while

Still it comes back
This constant calling
Calling to openness
Calling to expand or deepen
Calling to know yourself more intimately
To love more
To let go of the past
Of the stories
Of the grievances
And the pain

This constant calling
That seems to come from within
Somewhere in the soul
In the deepest
That knows there is more
There is grace somewhere
In this human experience

And the more this calling comes
The more you want to devote yourself to it
Even though it appears to cause conflict
Even though others around you
Don’t understand
And think you are foolish or deluded
Still you long to turn towards this calling

Ah!
The pull of the truth
The pull of awakening
Once it starts
It never stops
Give yourself to it
Surrender again and again
Face the choiceless choice
Give in to your soul’s calling
Even though you don’t know
Where it will lead
Trust it
Just trust the calling itself.

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One Big Invitation To LOVE

All I saw
The whole of life
With all it’s challenges
All its suffering and sorrow
And despite the mind screaming NO!
All I saw
Was one big invitation
To love deeper and deeper
Even as death’s veil
Cast itself around everything
All I could see was some natural intelligence
Vast and eternal, whole and indivisible
Inviting each individuation to remember love
Ever deeper, ever deeper
Sometimes I can’t believe what I have seen
But there it is, always
The same invitation
Love is the only reality.

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A Prayer to the Divine

Just for a moment
Let us stand here naked and empty
Free of all this burden of living
Just stand here as the air
As free as emptiness
No words needed
For there is nothing to say
We can hold our heads high to the heavens
Or bow them down to the deepest ground
It doesn’t matter
It is all a prayer to the divine.

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The Poetry of Immanence

We look for the divine
As though it were something outside us
We search for love
As though it’s something we are not
Somehow the process of arrival here
And the influence of those around us
Convinces us we are separate from
Those essential qualities

But they are us!
We are them!

We are so deluded
And forgetful
We spend our lives searching for what we are
And then, in the last gasp of being human,
There will be a moment of remembrance,
Oh! How could I have forgotten…

Remember now
You are the divine, you are love,
Stop looking for it somewhere
You are it my beautiful friend.

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