A New Era of Peyote Love

A new reality has entered our door
Some may call him dog
We call him Peyote Button, Medicine for the Soul
Already the medicine has worked its way
Into our hearts and into our souls
It has turned our routine upside down
And brought us into an ever deepening
Moment by moment presence
We have experienced every emotion
And primal feeling possible
And here we all are, changing, adapting,
And, it looks like, falling into love’s arms
Such tenderness in this dear sweetheart
Only 12 weeks in existence
And utterly mesmerized by life
What a blessing this is
Our new teacher is Peyote Button.

No One Owns The World

After all is said and done
We are all just visitors here
Every single one of us
And no one has any more right
Than anyone else
No one can claim dominion or ownership
For each of us is a stranger
And, if anything, it is our existential duty
To leave this world
More beautiful and loving
Than when we arrived
And those who fail to do that
Or at least try and do that
Are failing themselves and the human family.

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A Collective Grief

And if an immense sadness
Approaching grief and overwhelm
Should fall upon you
Do not throw your hand
Or think there is something terribly wrong

For the opposite is true
Something right is happening in you
Albeit painful and difficult
There are two types of sadness and grief
The individual and the collective
And we cannot know which is which

Our emotional body is connected to the whole
But we are unaware of this
And this may cause us great pain
We are more connected to each other than we know
And we try so hard to maintain our separation

But we are in the time of collective suffering
And we are each barometers and holders of that grief
When the collective lie is great
It is the same as the pain of individual denial
Which is great

We cry, we grieve, we endure
We dance, we mourn, we shout
We rage, we pray, we love, we beseech
We laugh, we allow,
But we do not deny
And we are not ashamed of feeling fully.

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The Brush of Fate’s Hand

All we can ever really do
Is surrender it all
And keep on walking
Yield imagined control and
Become humble warriors of fate’s hand
As it brushes through everything

The greatest wisdom is in knowing
That nothing escapes time
But the consciousness
From which it arises

That is our origin and our destination.

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COAT PLEASE

These coats we wear
Bought in childhood
Bright and shiny in youth
Slightly ill fitting in middle age
Worn out and frayed in maturity

Why not just throw them off
And go naked and free

Because when we try to take them off
We find they are stuck to us
And we are strangely attached to them

We want to be free
But the coat is familiar and safe
We want to be naked and open
But the coat hides our shame
It covers us in our vulnerability
And we don’t have to face the world
The coat is our investment
And we are reluctant to give that up

Eventually we may come to a great palace
Where to enter is our greatest longing
A longing beyond all other earthly longings
At the entrance we are met by a doorman
Who says ‘May I have your coat please?’

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Set The World Free

Even if the world torments you
And confounds you
Even if it disturbs you
And distresses you
If it enrages you
And especially if it frightens you
If it derides you
And judges you
If it misunderstands you
And causes you to suffer
When it leaves you speechless
And heart broken

Love it anyway
Love it with enough forgiveness
And compassion
That you are set free
And not ruled by it

And then you can do what you must
In the world and for the world
But you are not driven by righteousness
Or cynicism or fear
And you no longer add your own suffering
To an already suffering world

This is how healing happens

By setting the world free.

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Our Existential Dance

Consciousness is eternal
Form is temporary
We are that living juxtaposition
And between these two truths must we surf
Sometimes losing ourselves in the temporary
And sometimes resting in the eternal

There is no choice
But to relish this beautiful dance
Of apparent opposites
And to practice the deepest acceptance
Either that or grasp at one
At the expense of the other

Surrender to the truth my friend
And dance as if you had one foot in the world
And the other in eternity.
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Dive Deep and Fly High

If you cannot reach deep into your soul
You will not be able to soar into the heavens
And we were made for both

To try and live in the middle world
Imagining it is safe is illusory
For its safety is a kind of death
Death by limitation and ignorance

We were born to dive into the deepest
And fly into the highest
And do not believe those
Who try and persuade you otherwise.

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Battle or Surrender

The world of experience
This phenomenal display
We imagine we understand
But get so wrong

Will either drive us mad
Or drive us deep inside ourselves
The same world
Will taunt and tease us into battle
Or invite us into surrender

What makes one person wise
And another ignorant?
What makes one learn from life
And another endlessly fight with it?

No one knows what fate is
No one knows what karma is
All we really have is this, here, now
An opportunity for deepening
Or the perpetuation of our struggle

The most dangerous thing about life
Is thinking we understand it.

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