Grace Misses Us

It is the mystery that informs us
Yet we turn away again and again
In our arrogance and control

The unknown surrounds us
And is the very core of our existence
Yet we scramble and clutch at the known
Terrified of the void

Our lives are borrowed
Our breath sacred
Grace itself has bestowed upon us this miracle
Yet we turn away
Distracted by phenomena
Lost in our petty games
Forgetting to say thank you

But everything borrowed
Must be returned
And breath will run its course
The game will be over

And grace will call us home
Having missed us so badly.

– Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT

And then one day you realize
At the end of life
Or at some point on the journey
That it’s all God
It’s all one being life-ing itself
And the mind can’t grasp this
But the soul knows it
And the spirit knows it
And the unconditional heart feels it
And the inner eye sees it

And this causes such a wave of love
That the whole universe falls into it
And you understand
That everything is really alright

And nothing you do, or don’t do, changes that.
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The Deepest Unconditionality

There is an inner depth
Available to us
If we are able to dive in
And keep diving
Through layer upon layer
Past what is known
Beyond doubt
Beyond certainty
Through the dense layer of belief
Past security and fear
Through the clouds
Of conditionality
And transaction upon which
We base our lives

Deeper and deeper
And deeper still
Until all vestige
Of this humanness
Is but a whisper
And there
We will discover
God

For we will have fallen into the unconditional realm
Where all is open and accepted
In the most profound way
Because everything is known to be one thing
And that, my friend, is the most astonishing realization.

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TIME TO BLOSSOM – Dedicated to YOU

The human experience
Carries the potential for greatness
Or terrible tyranny

We are latent beings
Waiting to be activated

There is adventure
Written into our code

What makes one
Rise up against all odds
Out of all suffering
And become a carrier of light

And yet another
Lauded with wealth
Cosseted with opulence
Becomes the harbinger of doom

Don’t think this lies somewhere else
It is in each of our hearts
I was a wreck, tortured by my past
Inflicting my pain of everyone

And then opportunity for change arrived
And I seized it by the forelock
Even though it terrified me

Truly it doesn’t matter what has happened
What matters is how it serves you now
Does it cripple you?
Does it feed you?
Can you use it as food for your transformation?

None of this is easy
But we must face these hard truths
We have but one short life
That may be wasted in the past
And we will miss this beauty.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anais Nin

– I wrote this in March 2019 but now it is more relevant than ever.

– Image by Albrecht Fietz from Pixabay

WHISPER IN THE NIGHT SKY

Personality is a whisper in the night sky
You are the night sky
And the whisper within it

Come my confused friend
Let us dance away our sorrows
On the eternal stage
From shooting star to super nova
Black holes and dying suns

We can whisper our names
Into forever
If we need to
It will mean everything
And nothing

The truth is no one knows why anything happens.

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THE DREAM THAT PASSED

And a great sorrow did descend upon the people
Like a dark cloud that creeps across the sky
And that sorrow brought much wailing and grief
Most fell upon their knees, tears rolling down dry cheeks
Upon the ground, desperate for love

It was a tragic and holy sight to behold
And, for the duration of that momentous event,
The whole phenomenal world fell silent
The animals ceased their activity
The trees became still
Even the fish and sea creatures stopped swimming
As if to bear witness to this miraculous sight

Slowly, as if grace itself had taken action,
Tiny green and vibrant shoots
Poked their heads above ground
Everywhere a genuine tear had fallen
A new shoot appeared
First one, then another, then hundreds,
And then millions, across the parched earth

And then a great joy did arise within the people
As though the dark cloud had lifted
And they had awoken refreshed after a deep dream
Singing, dancing, loving, they celebrated their freedom
And they bowed their heads in gratitude
To the divine intelligence that governs all things.

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Unimaginable Pattern

The waves of phenomenon crash upon the shore
Arising from the ocean of emptiness
And disappearing back into nothing
They appear so dramatic
So much froth
And for a moment they have their importance
‘Look at me!’ they cry
‘Yes me too,’ cries another
‘I am only small,’ whimpers a sad little wave

All the risings and fallings, animated with life
All have their moment of glory, big or small
And each one disappears back into the eternal ocean
From the which they came

Everything just plays itself out
A divine movement, a play
An unimaginable pattern
Woven breath by breath,
Wave upon wave,
For no reason
But beauty itself.

Image by Roger Mosley from Pixabay

The Phoenix of Love Arises

Our vastness
Our connection to the heavens
To our eternal truth
To each other
And to our bliss and joy
Is only possible
Through the great doorway
We call love

Love is that which restores us to integrity
It heals our sense of fragmentation
And realigns us with the cosmos
Love makes whole all that was separate
And in so doing
Opens a mysterious door
To eternity

Love is the only answer to all questions
Of who we are and what our purpose is

But make no mistake
Love is not easily found

Like enlightenment
It is discovered only when everything
That is a manifestation of the illusory self
Is sacrificed and surrendered
In that naked openness
The phoenix that is love arises
Unassailable and undefeatable
Whole and holy

This is our one true power.

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Dance of Courtship

It is simple
Each of us is a moth
The flame we circle
Carries within it
The freedom we seek
But we must fly around
And around and around
In an ecstatic dance
Of courtship
Before the moment,
When the dance is at its wildest,
We yield to the inevitable
Pull of that burning

God is us, the flame, the freedom
And the dance of courtship.

The Universe Pours In

My beloved, how shall we measure love

In the same way we measure the number of stars in the night sky
Or the way we measure the grains of sand on the beach
Shall we tether it with our feeble attempts to number everything
And fit it all into a box we understand
Shall we quantify love as we do everything else
Or shall we leave it as immeasurable, unknowable, uncountable

We clutch at description as though it were a safety net
Oh!, we say, when I know how many, when I can describe it,
Then I will own it and understand it and be safe

But friend, you will kill it in your attempts
Accept it, you know nothing
You are adrift in the unknown ocean
As we all are

Don’t worry about counting
Don’t worry about the false safety you seek
Just be in the vastness of it all
Dancing, laughing, crying, grieving and loving

When you open up in this way
The whole universe pours into you
And celebrates.

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