If We Should Ever Meet

Friend, if we should ever meet
Let it be like this
Do not feel awkward
But look me in the eye
I will meet you wherever you are
Fear not our intimacy
This is the path of the warrior
The way of openness
It has no need of false defense
No need for the mask
That covers insecurity
Just meet me, openly,
Without any covering, no story
Nothing that pollutes
Our sensitive relating

It doesn’t have to be special
It just has to be real
If it can’t be real
If you can’t show me your true face
Please, don’t show up,
I will be quite happy
To just sit in this emptiness.

The Heart of Everything

First find what love is
Then serve it

The love I speak of
Has nothing to do with things
No objects and no people

The love I speak of
Is the ground of being
The essence of all form
You could call it
The heart of everything
Silence, emptiness, beingness

Falling into love’s truth
Is grace, acceptance and forgiveness,
Not as actions
But as the natural state

So then to serve that love
Is to serve reality
To serve truth
No matter what is found
Or experienced

This is the most profound realization.

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Let Love Meet Itself

I have given up living on the surface
Accepted that I am no longer able
To speak in the old way
All it is now is poetry and beauty
My talk quickly turns to love
And I get frustrated listening
To words of avoidance
And self deception

A word to the wise
If we should meet
You and I
Let it be like this
Two silences
Love meeting love
Emptiness to itself
Let our presence
Say it all
And our mouths
Say nothing.

The Vastness Within

There is a vastness within us
Beyond the small clutching self
When we discover it
It lights up our lives forever
Even when we seem to lose it
Still we know it is there
And we seek it and search for it
Knowing there is more to life
Than we could have imagined

Some stumble upon this vastness
By accident, an epiphany, an awakening
Others, through gradual erosion of the rock of self,
Arrive at an inner cathedral

None of this matters
The how does not matter
There is no one way to arrive
What matters is only our ability
To establish ourselves
In this new home
And to live from it
Not as a dry philosophy
But as a lived reality
A living, breathing vibration
That pours forth into others
Touching and transforming
Everything it meets

Serve that vastness my friend
Until the vastness serves you.

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Meet the World Empty and Naked

Meet the world empty and naked
Give up your stories, they are prisons,
Meet the world as the silence you truly are

When you do this
Divine intelligence will offer you its gifts
And its grace
It will pour into the silence in you
And fill it with wisdom and beauty
Truth and compassion

You will become empty and full
The holder of life’s paradox
The embodiment of the universe

All you have to do is become naked
And offer that to the world.

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Even in this that seems so broken

When did it all change
When did you start to feel so heavy
Weighed down by it all
Lost in seriousness
Scared for your life
Or scared for the world

When did you become
So scared of the world

When did you start to see
More problems than solutions
When did the shine vanish
Rubbed off by years of experience

You lost your joy
Your carefree ways
That innocence you had
It dissolved into this
Like everyone else

When was it you picked up
Those heavy bags
Filled with woes, troubles, beliefs, fears
Most of which never come true

When
And why?

And what will it take to drop
All these worries

I beseech thee
Let us sit in the chaos
In the futility, in the storm
And simply sit, tears of sorrow
Rolling down, weeping for our lives
And the lives of those gone
Crying for time slipped away
Missed moments
Broken dreams
Lives torn apart

Let us just sit like this
And meet each other here
Eye to eye
Heart to heart
Nothing to say
We will meet in this silence

And it will show us
That love is still here
Even in this
Even in this that seems so broken.

No Destination But This

Mind, arising in consciousness
Considers all things to be dual
It seeks completion in
Destination thinking
And applies its belief
To spiritual freedom

You, as consciousness,
Believe the mind’s stories
And in that attachment
Is a grave error

The error
Of freedom as a destination
There is no destination
There is the path
The walking in presence
One step at a time
One day at a time
One month, year and life at a time

When the path becomes
Easier and less rugged
It becomes a kind of destination
But it is still a path
That is walked
There is no imagination
That arrival at some place
Will solve the problem.

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