A Simple Choice, A Lasting Fragrance

No one is better equipped
Or has greater knowledge or power
Than you
To express love or truth
Don’t underestimate yourself

What you give to the world
Can never be erased
It is left as a fragrance
That others may catch
Upon the wind

So we get to choose
What fragrance we leave
Is it love or is it fear
Anger or resentment
Can we become whole
And live as wholeness
And healed-ness
And leave that as a fragrance
For surely we are all
Standing on the shoulders
Of those who came before us
And we are drawn to
Certain fragrances

We must choose wisely
This has nothing to do
With awakening or not
It is a simple choice
Each human being can make
And every saint, sinner and despot
Makes their choice
Equally.

– Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

Let Me Speak To The Beauty Within

Let me speak to your dream body
And whisper words of openness
That may awaken it to remember its truth

Let me say things that stir your soul
And remind you of something
Almost forgotten
Become just a faint cry in the distance

Let me speak of beauty and grief
Of sorrow and sadness
But also of joy and love
And rekindle your inner flame
So easily extinguished in this harsh world

That small voice within
Let me encourage it and tug at it
Let me say yes you can
Even amidst the no you cannot

There is so much more to us
Than this superficial living knows
A life that dwells quietly and secretly
Below the surface
Let me speak to that
So it may come alive
And animate your every breath.

Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay

Hopeful or Hopeless

I am neither full of hope
Nor am I filled with hopelessness
This poetry, these words of love,
Are rooted in themselves
Not offered to you
In the hope of salvation or a new world
Or the desperation of hopelessness
I do not swing between these two poles
I am for beauty
And love’s openness
Here and now, in this moment
Let the future take care of itself
I am here with the present
Too busy dancing and singing
Crying and grieving
Too filled with this wonder
To be lost in hope or hopelessness.

Image by Tibor Janosi Mozes from Pixabay

We Are Drowning

And as we drown
On the existential level
As our very heart
Is invalidated and brushed aside
We die to beauty and tenderness
This world will kill us
Not in the way we imagine
But it will kill our souls
It will make us weary
Always fighting each other
Over troubles we have created ourselves

We are drowning
And without a shift in the way we are
Without a radical change in consciousness
We will drown
We are a tired and angry species
Born for love
Lost in confusion
The heart hangs on by a thread
While fear runs its rampant course

Our butterfly moment
When the old dies
But the new has not yet arrived
We must endure our drowning
And each of us who is called
Must find their way through the darkness
To the light of truth
Each soul that wakes up
Carries a torch that is passed
From one to another to another
Until momentum takes over
And it carries itself

Maybe this is what it takes
For us to change our tired old ways.

Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay

The Divine Invitation TO OPENNESS

The Divine shows up
Every day, every hour, every minute
Always with the same invitation
To surrender the righteous ego self
And to fall into love’s openness

In our fear, arrogance and ignorance
We turn away, again and again,
Until we get so tired of fighting
We either become sick or desolate

Or we make a decision
We decide to show up for the
Divine invitation
And we do that over and over again
Because the righteous one
Has ruled over us for many years
And relinquishes power begrudgingly

But that is the warrior’s task
To meet oneself resolutely, softly,
Diligently, purposefully, lovingly
Until the right relationship with self
Has been restored

There is an art and method
To living as openness
It doesn’t just happen by accident
Like all art it takes practice
And application.

HUMANITY 2.01

The Resolution of Ancestral Wounds.

Each of us, on a certain level,
Is the result of an ancestral wave
Part of a chain that goes back
Into the darkness of history
Our ancestry was wounded
Traumatized, and rooted in survival needs
Our very DNA, our nervous systems,
Carry this memory imprint
And we inherit many ancestral wounds and traits
And, as our own lives are wounded and traumatized,
We cannot see any difference between who we are
And what we inherit
And it all becomes part of the same unconscious
Bag of stuff we pass on generation after generation
This ancestral karma, the passing on of trauma,
Can only function in unconsciousness
And the seeking of awakening
In this world, by so many people,
Is actually the seeking of resolution
Of ancestral wounds

Awakening is the resolution
Of the emotional and inherited
Personal beliefs and ancestral trauma
We learn to make our own

It is the restoration to a kind of innocence
That is inherent to all humans
Not a special accolade of the few chosen ones

A mass awakening is the momentum happening
And all this confusion in our world
Is the unravelling of the ancestral wounds
Traumas and false beliefs
That has driven humanity for centuries

It’s time for HUMANITY 2.01.

Image by RÜŞTÜ BOZKUŞ from Pixabay

The Warrior Carries Sorrow

Today my heart is broken open in sorrow
A million stories that end in grief
A young man snatched from his life
Driving down the road minding his business
His killers life wrecked by his decision to drink and drive
On this very street of ours
The news littered with tragedy
But most unseen and unknown
A vast ocean, a tsunami
Of human and animal suffering
That terrifies us
And threatens our very sanity
So we shield ourselves from it
Ah! but that makes us cold and unfeeling

How can we carry sorrow
Without it overwhelming us

By not fighting it
The divine gives us what we can take
And we are wider than we know
And deeper than we imagine

As for me, I do not fight sorrow
I see life and beauty in it
The inexorable consequence of form
And, although it hurts
I know the wave that rises and falls
And my sorrow is connected to my joy

Sorrow, like grief, is our humanity lived
The denial or turning away from it
Is what makes us unfeeling and detached
Don’t be scared of sorrow
It’s your friend in disguise.