Each Day a Precious Jewel

Each day we face the world anew
Each day there is something familiar
Yet also some new opportunity
Some new insight and awareness
We have our challenges
Our successes, our loves
Our failures and our tragedies

Each day we have our morning
Filled with hopeful freshness and expectation
We meet our afternoon and evening
For some weariness arrives
And for some the acceptance
Of the movement of the day’s events
And our darkness inevitably comes
As the sun disappears once again

Each night we die into emptiness
Everything vanishing into the void
In truth we have no idea, no guarantee
That we will awaken the following day
Yet we do, until we don’t

I have learned that each day is a precious jewel
Not to be grasped at and squeezed
Not to be feared or forced
But to be cherished and loved
To savor this existence without attachment
To see the great picture
Of arrival, experience and departure
The great wheel that turns effortlessly
This, to me, is love.

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Unhook Yourself From The Past

Don’t become buried under
The weight of erroneous beliefs
You must dig yourself out
Shovelful by shovelful
Until you get to the fresh air

Most of those beliefs
The ones you punish yourself with
Are inherited
They don’t belong to you
But you have made them your own

Digging yourself out
Is a kind of sifting through
What is true and what is not
What is actually yours
And what is not

Why allow beliefs
That are not even yours
To torment you?

The influence of wounded ancestry
Is enormous, almost incalculable
Enough, it is killing us

We are in an age of enlightenment
An age when we get to choose
To put down the bags of ancestral burden
Filled with shame and guilt
Filled with ‘not good enough’
Filled with war and competition

And to step into ourselves
Unburdened and unchained
Free to love unconditionally

But first we must each
Dig ourselves out
From the mountain
Of inherited and erroneous beliefs.

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Death is a Dear Friend No-One Likes

Eventually this body will fall away
Form itself will dissolve
Back to wherever it came from
Nothing left of me
But a fragrance

This I accept with grace
Because it is inevitable

It brings a preciousness to my time here
It reminds me what it important
It shows me the pointlessness
Of unnecessary worry

The inevitability of death
Brings everything into context
That’s why I hold it close to me
I don’t push it away
Death is a dear friend
No one likes
I have befriended them
And made them an ally
And now they are not as scary
And I can live fully
Here and now
Alive and available

Eventually everything will dissolve.

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The Splendor of the Wreckage

It took me to the edge of myself
I had to die to be reborn
The old self is gone
He was dysfunctional, angry
Distracted, obsessed,
He lived in the past
And carried the bags of pain
With righteous indignity
There was so much beauty in him
Hidden under the weight
Of stories of self
His body was toxic
Nervous system triggered
Always running running away
And then running running towards
And beneath the surface
Such a deep anxiety and despair

All gone, all dissolved
As a dream dissolves
Upon meeting the dawn

Replaced now with presence
With emptiness
With no story, just this
With a love that has no cause
Just this, just this

It took me years
To lose myself
To find my Self
I had to let go of everything
I became so sick
In body, emotion and mind
I came face to face with death
I screamed, I wailed, I raged

Oh I have been there my friend
I know the journey
Of unravelling the knots and the stories
It’s like letting go on an entity
The pain body hangs on to us
And we must let go of it
Again and again
Until it finally just dissolves
Like the dream it is

For me it was like a rebirth
For some people it is gentle
But if you carry trauma
Then it may be an arduous release
But when people come to me
With their new age ways
Of trying to perfect themselves
And make it alright
And tell me they have awakened

It makes me want to laugh
And cry

The transformation we talk about here
Is a demolition of all that is false
And that’s pretty much everything
We don’t rebuild ourselves
From the debris

We live in the splendor
Of the wreckage.

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The Poetry of Immanence

We look for the divine
As though it were something outside us
We search for love
As though it’s something we are not
Somehow the process of arrival here
And the influence of those around us
Convinces us we are separate from
Those essential qualities

But they are us!
We are them!

We are so deluded
And forgetful
We spend our lives searching for what we are
And then, in the last gasp of being human,
There will be a moment of remembrance,
Oh! How could I have forgotten…

Remember now
You are the divine, you are love,
Stop looking for it somewhere
You are it my beautiful friend.

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Take Off The Armor, It’s No Longer Needed

This armor we wear
So convincingly
Shouldn’t last forever
It’s not meant to
It’s just supposed to protect us
For a while, while we are raw
And hurting
But we forget to take it off
And we forget we have it on

But over time we weary of it
And long for our nakedness
And innocence

And there it is
The very armor we donned
For protection
Is stuck to us
Locking us in
We thought we were
Keeping the world out
But we were shutting ourselves in

And that is where the journey takes place
With great tenderness and care
Allowing, removing, revealing
Trusting that what is being protected
And imprisoned
Is ready to breathe,
Is ready to stand naked in the world

Eventually the armor must come off
And oh! what lies behind that armor
Is the true beauty and naked truth
That has always been there
Silently and patiently waiting
For that time when it could live again
In freedom and natural joy

This journey is worth everything
Every tear, every struggle
Every drop of surrender
Every rageful scream
And every hot emotion

Whatever it takes to remove the armor
Is worth it
To become naked once again.

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