No One Owns The World

After all is said and done
We are all just visitors here
Every single one of us
And no one has any more right
Than anyone else
No one can claim dominion or ownership
For each of us is a stranger
And, if anything, it is our existential duty
To leave this world
More beautiful and loving
Than when we arrived
And those who fail to do that
Or at least try and do that
Are failing themselves and the human family.

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A Collective Grief

And if an immense sadness
Approaching grief and overwhelm
Should fall upon you
Do not throw your hand
Or think there is something terribly wrong

For the opposite is true
Something right is happening in you
Albeit painful and difficult
There are two types of sadness and grief
The individual and the collective
And we cannot know which is which

Our emotional body is connected to the whole
But we are unaware of this
And this may cause us great pain
We are more connected to each other than we know
And we try so hard to maintain our separation

But we are in the time of collective suffering
And we are each barometers and holders of that grief
When the collective lie is great
It is the same as the pain of individual denial
Which is great

We cry, we grieve, we endure
We dance, we mourn, we shout
We rage, we pray, we love, we beseech
We laugh, we allow,
But we do not deny
And we are not ashamed of feeling fully.

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Already Masked Up

How many masks will we wear
Before we realize
We were already wearing masks
Because shame is at the root
Of unconsciousness
And we live in a world
Where people hide their vulnerability
And hide their grief
Afraid of revealing themselves

This new mask syndrome is convenient
But, on the existential level,
Doomed to failure

We are born for contact, for connection
We are trained to watch each other’s every detail
We stare into the eyes and face of our mother
Reading with wonder every twitch, smile and frown
And now all we see are the eyes of strangers
Some hostile, some benevolent, many scared
Reaching out across space and time
Like stars blinking in a dark universe

We were already masked up
Hiding how we feel
This current masking brings us to our grief
The height of our apparent separation from each other
Secretly, on the shadow side,
I think many actually want to wear masks

We are at our grief point my friend
Breakdown or breakthrough, who knows which

I am sorry, please forgive me, I love you.

– Kaviji

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The Brush of Fate’s Hand

All we can ever really do
Is surrender it all
And keep on walking
Yield imagined control and
Become humble warriors of fate’s hand
As it brushes through everything

The greatest wisdom is in knowing
That nothing escapes time
But the consciousness
From which it arises

That is our origin and our destination.

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Set The World Free

Even if the world torments you
And confounds you
Even if it disturbs you
And distresses you
If it enrages you
And especially if it frightens you
If it derides you
And judges you
If it misunderstands you
And causes you to suffer
When it leaves you speechless
And heart broken

Love it anyway
Love it with enough forgiveness
And compassion
That you are set free
And not ruled by it

And then you can do what you must
In the world and for the world
But you are not driven by righteousness
Or cynicism or fear
And you no longer add your own suffering
To an already suffering world

This is how healing happens

By setting the world free.

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Our Existential Dance

Consciousness is eternal
Form is temporary
We are that living juxtaposition
And between these two truths must we surf
Sometimes losing ourselves in the temporary
And sometimes resting in the eternal

There is no choice
But to relish this beautiful dance
Of apparent opposites
And to practice the deepest acceptance
Either that or grasp at one
At the expense of the other

Surrender to the truth my friend
And dance as if you had one foot in the world
And the other in eternity.
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Dive Deep and Fly High

If you cannot reach deep into your soul
You will not be able to soar into the heavens
And we were made for both

To try and live in the middle world
Imagining it is safe is illusory
For its safety is a kind of death
Death by limitation and ignorance

We were born to dive into the deepest
And fly into the highest
And do not believe those
Who try and persuade you otherwise.

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Battle or Surrender

The world of experience
This phenomenal display
We imagine we understand
But get so wrong

Will either drive us mad
Or drive us deep inside ourselves
The same world
Will taunt and tease us into battle
Or invite us into surrender

What makes one person wise
And another ignorant?
What makes one learn from life
And another endlessly fight with it?

No one knows what fate is
No one knows what karma is
All we really have is this, here, now
An opportunity for deepening
Or the perpetuation of our struggle

The most dangerous thing about life
Is thinking we understand it.

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The Path of Beauty

The reservoir of grief
Held back by the dam of denial
Burst its banks one day
And what poured forth was rage

Those who knew about such matters
Had predicted it would happen
For it is the natural law
That says ‘What is suppressed
Will eventually make its way to the surface,’

The spring of joy finally bubbles up to the surface
After passing through the darkness
Where rocks squeeze together
Creating create pressure

The path of beauty is discovered
Through the embracing of suffering
Not the turning away from it.

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