All Our Ancestors

To a certain extent
Ancestral heritage
Is the passing on
Of unresolved wounds
Hardship and pain
Survivalism and suffering

That which our ancestors
Could not meet and transform
Is passed on like a hot coal
To the next generation
On and on it goes
Even on the cellular level

We are vibrationally and energetically
The carriers of our ancestors
Some of our deepest unknowable movements
May have the fragrance
Of countless generations in them

And now you and I are here
With the opportunity
To end the ancestral passing on
Of unmet wounds

You and I
Are where the buck stops
And the resolution, forgiveness and love
We can find in ourselves
Will be passed on, not just to future generations,
But even on some mysterious level
To those ancestors who played some part
In bringing us here

That’s how important our transformation is.

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The Sincere One

Discover your unconditional heart
And make your one true purpose
To stay there, no matter what

Life will hear your call
And bring you everything you need
To forge your blade
And test your resolve

And you will have to decide
How to meet those invitations

There is no avoiding this
If you are sincere about your journey

That is all.

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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.

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Drenched in Sorrow

Here we are
Crying the grief of the world
Broken hearted lovers
Drenched in sorrow

No knowing if these tears
Are ours or the worlds
Or just the fact of being human

No more lost in denial
Or any attempt to bear it all
No more brave face or false mask

Just this surrender
And in this great allowing
Something new stirs within us
And within the heart of the world

New growth, a new way
A new vision emerging
Out of the rain

May we walk tenderly on the new path
Yes, we are drenched in sorrow,
But that sorrow is the doorway
To life’s true beauty

And few dare go through

You and I are made for this.

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Return to the Garden

Heart is heavy
Weighed down by mind
Essential purity of love
Covered over by past pain

Mind is foggy
Clouded by fear
Clear seeing occluded
Divided by righteousness

Weary humans
Lost and angry
Desperate for meaning
Grabbing illusory power
In the face of eternity

We have given ourselves to a dream
Believing it to be real
Stumbled into a dark forest
Full of tyrannous shadows
And menacing threats

Only the silent humility of openness
The peace that passeth mind’s understanding
Can bring us back to our light
Tears may fall, thunder may rage
Grief’s rain may become an ocean
And swallow us up

But it will be true
And our hearts and minds
Will be cleansed of past pain
And resolved of righteousness

And we will return to the garden
Renewed and refreshed from our dream.

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THE MAJESTIC SILENCE OF BEING

A thousand emotions may flow through the valley
A deluge, a tsunami, a great flood
A fire, a volcano, a thunderbolt
All were allowed to flow unimpeded
But still you were there
Walking through that valley, step upon step,
Resolute, clear seeing, calm and unwavering

There is a kind of warrior-ship of presence
That has nothing to do with fighting
And more to do with some majestic silence of being
Each of us has the capacity to discover it
And each can choose to walk rooted in that presence
For the rest of our days.

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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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THE SYSTEM IS DYING. A NEW ONE IS BEING BIRTHED.

Friend, this old system
Corrupted from the inside
Like a cancer finally claiming the host
Is dying
We are experiencing
The thrashing of the tail
As it struggles to hold on to control
And stay alive
But fate will take its course
And this system will perish

Take heart…..

For there is already a new system stirring
We cannot yet see its fullness, its flowers
Or its new growth
It is winter, the season of die back
When there are no signs of life
But still they are there somewhere, waiting

You and I, we must gather ourselves,
We must stay deep and rooted in our presence
We must herald out the old order
And be ready to usher in something new
We may not be here long enough to see it
But those who follow us need us to plant the seeds deep
Those seeds must be authentic and true
They must be wet with love, juicy and ripe and ready
There is a bigger story at play here
And the turning is happening
You are needed, like a drop of nectar is needed
Like a homeopathic remedy is needed
Like an acupuncture needle is needed
Like a robust and pulsatingly alive cell is needed

Do not do yourself a disservice by feeling powerless
There is power locked up in each individuation
The power of love, of truth, of goodness
And, for the sake of the new system,
It is time to release that power into the world.

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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.

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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.

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