Life – It’s a Tough Lesson

Life
It’s a tough lesson
So many dreams and beliefs
Lie shattered
Hearts broken
Ideas strewn around
Like debris from a crash

You believed, naively,
In what you were told
We all did
That’s what youth is
And then reality starts
And down the dreams come
First one falls to the ground
And then another
And that’s when you hit
The danger zone
Bitterness sets in
Anger takes over
You believed it all
And now you feel cheated

But here is the thing my friend
Now is the time to question
Everything
Everything you were told
And all you came to believe
Look into the heart
The soul of life
Ask deeper and deeper questions

The difference between
The downcast and the warrior
Is a change in perspective
The warrior takes their pain
Their suffering
And transforms it
They release the inner victim
To fly into the heavens
The warrior stops trying
To be someone
Other than who they are
They embrace brokenness
As a gift

Life
It’s a tough lesson
But when you drop
All expectations
And just allow it to be
Whatever it is
You become noble and true
Like a blade
Forged on the anvil
Of disappointment
And broken dreams.

Everything Resolves Into Love

My father shriveled into a coward’s life
His father carried his paranoia to the grave
His brother died of alcoholism and fear
My brother carries the darkness within him
My mother never recovered from bitterness
Her father was gassed in the first war and died early
Her mother retreated from life into illness

I nearly went the same way
The way of fear
The way of disappointment and bitterness
Of anger and resentment
Of addiction and desolation

But something happened on the way down

And my descent stopped
And became a kind of flight
Into the mystery
And the unknown

Everything unravelled
All beliefs and conditioning
Expectations and stories
And what was revealed
Was so natural and vast and pure

It was life
Without anything extra
Without the baggage and burden
It was the simple act of
Birth into form
From nothing into something
And back into nothing
I tried to find out what I was, what I am
And I discovered
I am love, freedom
Tree, animal, mineral
Bird, thought and sky
I am the space in which things happen
And the things that happen
I am the named and the nameless

Now I am recovered from the shock
I can laugh
And live easily
With gratitude and joy
My father, his father
His brother, my brother
My mother, her father and mother
All those who fell, broken and beaten
I can carry with such a deep compassion and love
They are healed and free
Free to dissolve back into
The formless realm
Of pure love
From which we all come
And all return to.

Seattle:2015

Communion of Souls

There is a communion of souls
A place within where we meet
Where something deep is touched
Some essence beyond the reach of conditioned mind

When we meet in that sacred encounter
We may dare show our true face
A great trust will arise
Through our naked vulnerability
And love will manifest naturally
As our abiding state

We may never return
To the ordinary world
Of masks and cloaks
For we will have tasted life’s true beauty.

Fall Into Grace

Though our time here is brief
And we are governed by the cruel hand
Of inevitability
It only takes a moment
A pause in the momentum of mind
To catch a glimpse of eternity
There, in the space between in breath
And out breath

Is the freedom we seek

There is a part of us
That is eternal
Call it soul, spirit or true nature
When we forget our essence
We feel so incredibly alone
And separate
Marooned
In time and space

Yet all it really takes
Is a simple stop
For us to open the door
And fall in to grace.

The Poetry of What Is

Today I have decided not to write a poem
But just let there be space
Between us
Today there are no smart observations
Nothing insightful
To reveal
Nothing witty, profound or deep
No emotional wound or hurt
To heal or offer up
For salvation
No remedy for life’s suffering
No clever explanation
For the mystery of existence
In fact nothing at all
No drama my friend

Just this soft openness
And peaceful acceptance
Of the way things are

This is the true poetry
The poetry of what is.

The Agony and the Ecstasy

When you allow the world in
Fully and without any resistance
It will penetrate every atom of your being

You will experience
Both the agony of existence
And the suffering of being born into form

And also the sheer ecstasy of existence itself
The miracle of being
And the joy of being born into form

Both of these,
The agony and the ecstasy
Must be embraced with equal measure
Because both are true
But attach to neither
Because both are true

Only one who goes all the way in
All the way to the bottom
Can embrace both

Most spent their lives
Developing strategies to avoid them
And live a kind of half life.

We Became God but…

A mighty wave crashed
In our quadrant
Of the universe
A wave of energy
A galactic pulse
Of unknown origin
That rippled into eternity
Broke through the space time continuum
Disappeared into a vortex
And reappeared in another dimension
To say it was unspeakably mind shattering
Would not do it justice

Few people on earth noticed
Or cared
They were busy on Instagram
Posing for selfies
Or fighting
Looking down
Face down
Head down
Consciousness lost in form
Distracted and mesmerized

It’s understandable of course
Life demands our full attention
And swallows up all our awareness
And we forget our true nature
We forget where we came from
We forget our cosmic roots
Our star past

And we imagine we are separate
From all creation
How alone are we humans
Cut off from life by the very mind
That can bear witness to life
Our gift is our curse
While we remain in the sleep state
In truth
Conditioning is our curse
For it blinds us and blinkers us
And imprisons us
Convincing us we are separate
And above all creation
We became god
But we can’t handle the responsibility

So when the mighty wave sweeps through the universe
We miss it
Or just don’t feel it
Or ignore it
And carry on pretending
Everything is normal
When clearly it is not.