Everyone Can Fly

Once your wings start flapping
Their flaps of freedom
Once you leap from the nest
And that initial terrifying moment happens
And the wings open
And you start flying
Don’t stop
Don’t over analyze
Why your wings are flapping
Don’t think too much
Don’t look back
Don’t look down
Don’t panic
Or overflap
Just keeping flying
Until it starts to happen
By itself
And it will

That’s how change happens
It’s not in the mind
No theorizing can do it
But leaping, with enough preparation
So you actually know about flying
But then when it’s time
Leaping, flying, soaring
Trusting, persisting, surfing
Gliding

That’s how birds do it
That’s how I do it
That’s how we do it

I thought I couldn’t fly
Until I actually opened my wings and jumped
Then I realized I was pretty good at it

And I’m no different to you.

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Beauty Is Always Here

There is beauty here
When we slow down
When we drop the drama
Long enough to really see

It is not that beauty appears
For it is always here
It is us who suddenly see
Because we drop into awareness

This awareness is available always
But the incessant self is always active
Always doing, busying itself
Poking into reality

So beauty is always here
And awareness is always here
What then is the problem?

We are not always here
We are so distracted
Dragged by the past
Projected into the future
We miss what is ever present
And that is the most important part

There is an opening
Always an opening, a doorway
To beauty,
Just pay attention
From silence
And be still, not just in body
But in beingness
And watch mental activity
Without attachment
As though it were chattering birds
Pay no mind
To mind

And there it is, as it was, as it will be,
Always here.

The Art of Being

All this conditioning
This mental slavery
With its righteous beliefs
And rigid opinions
Obscures the natural light within
From pouring forth into the world

In this rather sorry state
Everything about us is functional
And almost robotic
There is no art of being
No inner beauty or radiance

A great sadness must arise
An inner intuition, a hunch,
That there is something more
It doesn’t matter what you call it

But it sets off a cascade
A movement from within
And an unravelling of the knots
That bind us to ourselves
A cleansing of the psyche
A great detoxification

Oh! this is the beauty of it all
The gradual unfolding of the wings
The waking up of the sleeping one
Don’t be in such a hurry
To get to the destination
There is no destination
Only mystery and falling
Into the unknown

This is the art of being.

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Awaken Beautiful Ones

You first saw it when you were a baby
It was love, the truth of things
But, like everyone else,
That truth faded
Hidden by the mask of falseness
Before long the world of appearances
Swallowed you up
And took over
And you forgot the truth
You lived a life of forgetting

And then you began remembering something
And there was an itch you couldn’t scratch
You knew there was more
But you didn’t know where or how
And the search began

It took you over, the searching and seeking
Terrifying, exciting, challenging, heartbreaking
Facing things, facing hurt and pain
Stripping away the layers of falseness

Until you got a glimpse, for a moment
And there it was, LOVE!
It never vanished, it was hidden
The truth doesn’t die, it becomes obscured
At first the knowing came and went,
And left you frustrated and confused
But slowly slowly it stayed longer and longer
And soon love became your abiding state

And then wisdom arrived
And grace arrived
And then the mythic tale of our lives
Did show itself to you
And a great peace came upon you

Inside the world is love
It cannot die, it can only be obscured

Awaken Beautiful Ones,
We have some remembering to do.

Stop Imagining You Are Separate

Sometimes just take a moment

And try and view the harshness of life

As a doorway through which

You can see the divine

It might be almost impossible to do this

Through the rigid beliefs

And the broken heart

But even the trying itself,

When done with sincerity,

Is the grace you seek

It is not outside us

It IS us

Stop imagining you are separate

From everything.

The Vastness Within

There is a vastness within us
Beyond the small clutching self
When we discover it
It lights up our lives forever
Even when we seem to lose it
Still we know it is there
And we seek it and search for it
Knowing there is more to life
Than we could have imagined

Some stumble upon this vastness
By accident, an epiphany, an awakening
Others, through gradual erosion of the rock of self,
Arrive at an inner cathedral

None of this matters
The how does not matter
There is no one way to arrive
What matters is only our ability
To establish ourselves
In this new home
And to live from it
Not as a dry philosophy
But as a lived reality
A living, breathing vibration
That pours forth into others
Touching and transforming
Everything it meets

Serve that vastness my friend
Until the vastness serves you.

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