Presence is a portal
Through which we know eternity
There is only one hole in time’s tapestry
And that is NOW
We are born of time
Like all flesh and blood
Like all form
Yet still we can know eternity
When we come to a complete stop
And allow the mind to settle
As the sediment in a bottle settles
After shaking
To intimately know eternity
For one exquisite moment
Brings an ecstatic wave
And an un-reconcilable grief
That our time here is fleeting
And gone so quickly.
There is a point on the journey
Of awakening
When you realize
It is all alright
It always was alright
It always is alright
And it always will be alright
Despite the suffering, the hardship,
The war, the loss, the grief,
The violence, the terrible things
We do to ourselves and each other
Still…
It is all alright
It always was alright
It always is alright
And it always will be alright
There is no way of explaining this
So the mind that is divided understands
It is not an argument or a belief
And it doesn’t stop the wheel of pain
It just brings great relief
For you have fallen into your god essence
And realized that separation
Is the most beguiling of illusions
But ultimately untrue.
The Beloved says…
Go forth into the realm of form
Be an emissary of the light
Seek to be unattached
Even as attachment
Wraps you in its arms
With its sweet and tempting offers
Seek to stay as love
Even as fear grabs you
By the neck
And breathing becomes labored
Seek mastery of desire
Even as the lure of comfort
And the veil of security
Draws you toward it
You will become lost in that place
And then, child of the light,
Remember to dance
Remember to laugh and sing
To grieve and cry in the devastation
To soak in the pouring rain
As it drenches your wounded heart
And let that remembering itself
Be the light that you carry
To share with others
Who have forgotten.
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See through the eyes of love
Again and again
Until all notion
Of subject and object
Dissolve into eternity.
– Image by Rizal Deathrasher from Pixabay
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
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.
Image by Fifaliana Joy from Pixabay
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.
Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay
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
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.
Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay
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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