What Really Matters is Love

We have such a tendency
To get lost in things
That really don’t matter
Except in that precious moment
We get triggered easily
And we get lost, say things we might not mean
Do things we might regret
And we forget what really matters

Ego screams ‘I am what really matters,
I must be right, or wrong, or powerful
I must get what I want beyond anything else.’

But that’s just a petulant child
Having a tantrum

What really matters is found in the deepest
Love’s true and authentic expression and connection
Love is what really matters
And not just a co-dependent kind of love
Not the love that barters with life
But one that is inherently giving not taking
There is an extraordinary power in love
When it is not held in self ownership
The true heroes and heroines of humanity
Are not the conquerers or the kings
But those that have stood up in love
Those that have spread love’s fire
No matter what risk or ridicule

There is world changing power in love
But first we must decide
What really matters.

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Cherish This Day

We may be gone forever
When we leave this world
There is no guarantee of return
And yet we live our lives
Hidden and ashamed
Our light occluded
By imaginary shadows
As though we are here forever
We suppress our creative impulse
And struggle with our worth
But really, who cares,
Everything and everyone here will be gone
Dissolved into the dust of time
Nothing will be left

Throw off the chains today
Again and again
Dance in the mess of it all
Be wild and free
Cry and laugh and grieve your sorrow
Paint and write and sing your joy
Pick up an instrument
And make some noise
Tell everyone you love them
Give gifts to loved ones
And strangers alike
Make someone’s day
By paying them attention
Shine your light now, today
It may be all over tomorrow.

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Our True Nature Is Calling

Come my friend take my hand
And I will lead you into the mystery
Into the infinite realms of being
Where time flows in all directions
Where our star consciousness
Flows beyond all notion of body
Where everything is spinning
And everything is one thing
There is ecstasy in your heart
But you have forgotten how to find it

We have lived too long with heads bowed
In servitude
We have forgotten our humble grace
And our true nature as innocence
We became lost in our narcissism
And now we fight among ourselves
Like hyenas picking at our own carcass

This is not our destiny
To lose ourselves
To lose our divine connection
To become slaves to form
To endlessly fight each other

It is not what we are for

Remember, my fellow traveler,
Remember your self
We come from the stars
We are innocent and free
Beautiful and wild
And that’s what is calling us
In these collapsing times.

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The Eternal Dance of the Beloved

With enough grace and humility
With the right amount of surrender
And willingness to accept life as it is
When the wounds turn to gifts
And all argument with life is yielded
When righteousness is tucked away
And all ego upholding has vanished
Into the river of inevitability
Eventually it all becomes the beloved

Life itself is recognized as the true lover
And you realize you have only ever
Been dancing with god
Dancing as god

There is no separate self
Everything, including you dear heart,
Is a manifestation of the beloved
Yet somehow you manage to imagine
That you are set apart
And not included in the eternal dance
But oh! you are
it is coming through you, as you,
Always, in always

I have seen this truth
And once truly seen
It can never be ignored
Life is the eternal dance of the beloved
And we are that dance.

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Awaken the Sleeping Heart

Alone in the pristine silence
Of an early morning
In Santa Fe
He became aware
Of an incredible sadness
That quickly transformed into beauty

He realized that life itself
Is a precious jewel
Callously disregarded
By the mind that seeks
More of everything

He saw the ruby in our hand
Thrown aside
In our ignorance
And inherited trauma

He wept at the heartbreak of it all
It was as though the door of grief
Opened itself to him
And there was nothing he could do
But drown

Friend, if we could but see
Beyond our own reflection
Into the majesty
Into the mystery
If we could throw open all the doors
We desperately keep shut
What miraculous joys would we behold
Surely we would begin to see
Flowers growing everywhere

And the garden we left
Would appear once again
Under our feet
As we walk
Step by humble step

I long to awaken your sleeping heart
Buried under the weight of all this heaviness
Not dead, just hibernating,
Waiting for the time to arise
Now is the time.

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Just This Falling

When I realized I was part of everything and everyone
And I truly saw that there was only one thing
An eternal consciousness arising as many
A divine pattern of inexplicable proportions
As tiny as a grain of sand
And as enormous as a universe
All bearing the same hallmark
Everything a mirror and a doorway
To everything else, no edges and no divisions
A repeating and miraculous pattern
Of such degree the mind cannot conceive it
When I accepted how small and insignificant
And yet how extraordinary and necessary I am
And how it all comes to life through me, as me,
I fell backwards into timeless space
Nothing left of me
Just this falling
Into the arms of the unknown mystery
That offers itself to everyone

All questions are answered eventually.

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An Embodied Truth Called Love

Listen, if the heart does not open
There has been no real awakening
Only understanding
And understanding is not enough
It’s only part of the picture

It’s when understanding falls into
The heart’s chamber
And meet’s life’s wounds and sorrows
That transformation happens

All the understanding in the world
Does not transform you
First you may understand
But then you must drown

Soak yourself in that understanding
Let it flood into your life
Like a cleansing river
There will be pain and tears
And grief and rage
Regret and shame
And even terror
Welcome all these
For they are your doorways
To an unconditional place
And once truly released
All that understanding
Will be lived as an embodied truth
Called LOVE.

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