The Door of Sadness

The door of personal sadness and grief
When embraced and opened to fully
May lead to the palace of realization
Of universal suffering
And the nature of temporariness

The one who can live from broken heartedness
Can walk through the valley of desolation
With equanimity and the greatest acceptance
Of the way things are

That one may be a healer
A homeopathic remedy
For the collective body
That struggles so much
As it constantly turns away
From the painful truth of life

The bitter sweet path
Brings depth and richness
To all it touches.

Image by omer yousief from Pixabay

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.

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

THE DANCE OF EXISTENCE

This morning
In the early hours of silent dawning
The gentle sound
Of a conversation
Wrapped me in its arms

The coyote yipped its magic and trickery
It spoke of how things are not what they seem to be
And it laughed at how serious owl was

Owl was silent for a long time
Unimpressed with coyote’s jibes
‘I see you coyote, even in this darkness,’
Said the wise owl

This jousting game continued for some time
Each taking its turn
Coyote darting around, needling owl
And owl looking on with regal nonchalance

Both carried the wisdom of the deepest intelligence
And as I lay there
Absorbed by the yip yip and the hoot hoot
I fell into a reverie
Of such beauty I wept
Everything, and everyone, all humans
And all the creatures of the world
Warm blooded and cold blooded
Flying creatures and swimming creatures
Were dancing the dance of existence
Even the trees and the plants
And the rocks and the planets
Were doing the dance of existence
Each content with its own realm of being
And each filled with joy
At seeing the others dancing
Everything in utter harmony
With everything else

When I awoke all was silence
Dawn was breaking open
Yet, somewhere in the distance,
From the top of a tall tree
A crow sang the world awake.

– Image by Lenka Novotná from Pixabay

Turn Off The World

My friend,
Turn away from your television
Put down the news
Ignore your social media
Just for today

Do not worry,
The trials and tribulations of the world
All this tumult and turbulence
All the fear and lies
Will still be there tomorrow

But you will have rested
In the space beyond information

We are being overwhelmed
By the deluge of world
Like addicts we imagine
We cannot live without our fix
Each of us glued to fight or flight
Nervous system meltdown
Exhaustion and depression
Anger and anxiety

So turn it off, put it down,
Rest your heart and mind
Remember your own true self
Still there, still beautiful, still pure

We must not let the world steal our presence
Or the constant fear mongering overwhelm our hearts
There are tests here for us all
And we must rise to meet them.

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

THE DEEPENING

Some call this journey awakening
I don’t
I call it the deepening
I prefer the metaphor and the imagery of deepening
It speaks to something inside us that is hungry for the light
It calls to the soul, the heart and our longing

Everyone knows that the word deepening presupposes
That we will have to meet shadows and wounds
So it comes with a warrior’s challenge

Deepening, there is no escape, no avoidance
Of course it is scary, terrifying even
But that’s the nature of deepening
To meet ourselves and life so fully
So transparently, so tenderly,
That something transforms
From the deepest outwards.

– Image by Darren Lawrence from Pixabay See Less

The Turning Wheel of the Ages

We, you and I, are blessed
And we are challenged
In these times of radical change

There is a breakdown happening
Inside each of us
And in our world
All structures built on falseness
Are being eroded by the wind of change

There is nothing we can do to fight it
For time itself is unstoppable
And that part of us we call form
Is ruled by the constellations

We, you and I, are blessed to be here
At the brink, watching, playing our part,
As the old world, before our very eyes,
Shakes and shudders under its own weight
No longer able to carry the burden

That which is false will perish

We, you and I, are challenged
To stand quite still
As the open awareness we are
Beyond form, beyond the rule of constellations
As falseness within begins to dissolve
No longer able to convince us

And then, slowly slowly,
Something new will emerge
Built on truth, grounded in love
For the turning wheel is in motion
And nothing can stop it

We, you and I, are part of this majestic pattern
Glorious beyond all belief
Eternal, forever turning,
Yet in its center, in its heart
Absolutely still and utterly silent

What grace this is.

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

The Fear Covers the Light

As he stared deep into the hole
At the center of his being
There, at the very bottom,
Covering up the light
Was a shroud of fear
No matter how hard the light shone
It was occluded by that dark energy

Thus he resolved, not to search for the light,
But to dissolve all the fear
And let what was already there shine.

– Image by Pexels from Pixabay

The Indescribable

You are not a thing that can be found
You are an energy that has no edge
But dissolves into eternity

There is no definition of yourself
That can adequately describe
Your true nature

Words fall upon the fertile ground of the imagination
But nothing reaches all the way
To the indescribable

Only our ability to embrace the unknown
Knowing that life is far more mysterious
Than our capacity to understand it
Brings any real freedom

Befriend the world beyond the world
And let go of the need to know everything.

Photo by Marco Tjokro on Unsplash

Cry the World

Today there is a need for tenderness
A soft warm loving kindness
That heals all sorrow and division
I am tired of the world
And its relentless argument
Weary of those who seek power for its own sake

I am drawn back to childhood memories
Of England’s green pastures of the sixties
My life lived in wonderment and innocence
And then wrenched from that innocence
By those I thought infallible and god-like

Everything seems so far away now
As I sit here in the enchanted land

So many have I known
All disappeared into the beyond
Young and old alike
Some lived a short and troubled life
Others aged well like a mature wine
All now wrapped up in this tender heart

And here we are in these days
When meeting each other openly
In freedom, face to face,
Reading the subtle movement of lips
Seems already a distant memory

My friend, my beautiful friend
I wish we could sit together
Just sit together in the silence that heals
Just sit and cry the world
Back to its natural intelligence
And let this heavy heart surrender its weight
Into the openness that can hold everything.

Image by Quang Le from Pixabay

NEW WORDPRESS BLOCK EDITOR – NO

I wanted to post a new poem here today and discovered the new wordpress block editor format. I used it and I loathed it. I was like a monkey bashing around on a computer.

This afternoon I discovered the ‘classic editor,’ and I hope they continue to offer the choice. If I am forced to use the new block editor for my poetry I am gone.

What about you, have you gotten used to it? Maybe you are stuck in the classic mode as well.

This is how I feel about it.

  • Image by Schwoaze from Pixabay