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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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.

 

Let The Air In

Grace is all around you
In the details and experiences of your life
It may not be there
In the way you desire
And it may even feel
As though you are a victim of life
But if you keep the window open
Just a fraction
The healing wind of grace
Will surely blow in
And bring fresh air
To that airless room
Sooner or later
Grace will have its way.

Fall Into Grace

Though our time here is brief
And we are governed by the cruel hand
Of inevitability
It only takes a moment
A pause in the momentum of mind
To catch a glimpse of eternity
There, in the space between in breath
And out breath

Is the freedom we seek

There is a part of us
That is eternal
Call it soul, spirit or true nature
When we forget our essence
We feel so incredibly alone
And separate
Marooned
In time and space

Yet all it really takes
Is a simple stop
For us to open the door
And fall in to grace.

Ready For Love

I wasn’t ready for love
When it arrived
It shook me to the core
And in that shaking
Everything fell out

I fell so deep into love’s ocean
I drowned
But in drowning
Something new was born

The I that had struggled so hard
The one that fought the world
And battled for survival
Was no longer in control
Had become but a tiny whisper

Instead there was devotion to truth
An openness and a service to love itself
A warrior arose
Someone real
Who had no need for defenses
No need to attack
This new one wore no mask
Played no games
Yet was not weak
But strangely powerful

There is only one force
That can change this world
And that is love

But it requires a kind of death
Of the one who is defended.

Set Love Free

Love has a purpose
Unseen and mysterious
Ignored by all those
Who claim it for themselves
“It’s my love,
I love you, love me for who I am,” They cry
But love laughs

Love is not for ownership
You cannot keep love for yourself
Its purpose is to flow and spread
It is unconcerned with ideas of ownership
Or even relationship
It is as free as the wind
When you think you have it
It may well slip through your fingers like dust

Ego wants to own everything
It offers the illusion of power
In the vastness of eternity
And the mystery of existence

And so it claims love for itself

Love is the breath of God
Its purpose is to fill the lungs and heart
With divine resonance
Love is the gift we are given
From infinite intelligence
It is our communion with the divine
While we are here in form
It is our connection, our memory
Of home

Set love free from bondage friend
Let it fly and find it’s own way
Don’t trap it and lock it up
Open the doors and windows
And throw away the cage
And see what freedom arises
In your heart and soul.

The Poetry of What Is

Today I have decided not to write a poem
But just let there be space
Between us
Today there are no smart observations
Nothing insightful
To reveal
Nothing witty, profound or deep
No emotional wound or hurt
To heal or offer up
For salvation
No remedy for life’s suffering
No clever explanation
For the mystery of existence
In fact nothing at all
No drama my friend

Just this soft openness
And peaceful acceptance
Of the way things are

This is the true poetry
The poetry of what is.