Everything Wants to Come Home. Let it.

Everything wants to come home in us
All the dark parts and the unloved parts
The neglected and abandoned parts
The unwanted, the ugly and the rejected parts
Everything we turned away from
Because we had to
Everything we still carry around
Secretly or openly
The past always knocking on present’s door
To be welcomed home
Into our loving embrace
Into our open heart

But we turn it away, again and again,
No, we say, not now, I’m trying to meditate
I’m trying to heal, to be spiritual,
I’m trying to be happy or loving
Or I’m trying to hold on to my stories
Because I’m afraid of who I will be
If I let them all go

And so we turn away from
The very thing that can bring us some peace

Open so wide everything gets to come home
Just that one thing can change absolutely everything.

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A Living Softness

Even as the shell appears hard
And the warrior has taken a defensive stance
So there may be a softness
Hidden deep within
A softness in the center

All this surface living bakes us hard
And we easily forget
That softness is grace made human

We live in cynical times
Times of opinion as truth
And a kind of inner strength
Must be carried forth
To meet falseness and despicability

But we are soft at heart
And tenderness, kindness
Is our true strength
If it should wither and perish
We are doomed
And hope of a loving evolution
Must be abandoned

It is up to you and I
To be the carriers of softness
The trustees of tenderness
To carry all that is good
And all that is real
Into the world

There is no need for awakening
To make this so
Just a remembrance of what is true.

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Release the Mind

To sit in the emptiness of it all
Wordless. Silent. Present.
Without trying to understand
No rationalizing or strategizing
No attempt to fix anything
Or make it wrong, or right
All argument with life finished
At least for this brief time
Just listening from openness, as openness
Almost passive yet fully alive
What a gift
What a moment of peaceful union

We are tyrannized by our own thinking
As though the mind were a machine
That, once switched on, will only turn off
At death

The need for mastery of mind
By seeing its incessant nature
Its relentless mechanism
Is a boon to the human experience
We can do this by releasing it
And realizing it is not who we are

We are wordless, silent, present.

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Spirituality is All In

I’ve seen it in many people
They want to let go
But they are still holding on
They want freedom
But they don’t want to burn
In the fire that freedom demands
They want the cake
They think they want to eat it
But they don’t want to slice it
So the cake sits there
And they look at it
And wonder why they are still hungry

You can’t do transformation from a distance
Once the door is open, and you opened it
Because you wanted something different,
Something more, something more real,
It cannot be closed without living in a kind of limbo

Trying to keep warm
But not wanting to get too close
To the fire

You can’t have it both ways
Spiritual freedom
Human freedom
Call it by whatever name
Is not a half hearted path
It’s all in
Every card on the table
Upturned
The gamblers nightmare

But don’t worry
It sounds high drama
And that you will lose everything
But all you lose
Is what’s not real
And what you gain
Is some true peace
And equanimity.

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The Human Dilemma

We arrive on these shores
From some unknown place
By design, by accident or by grace
Our destiny seems to roll out before us
We walk, mostly in a dream state,
Through our experiences
Measuring them against the imagination
Of what we think our life should look like
And yet, when we approach the final moments,
We may see that it was
Exactly the way it should have been after all

Only awakening to our deepest nature
Can reveal the truth of us
Only through the portal
Of life’s richest and most challenging experiences
Can we come to know anything real about life

The beloved, the divine, grace
Calls each of us again and again
To remember something true about ourselves
It might be innocence, or love
It might be the power of grief to transform us
It may be the beauty of joy
Or the joy of beauty
Or it could be to realize
That we know nothing
But we are here in this mystery
Having arrived from some distant place
Thrown together in this way
And it is our task to accept it as best we can
And to look out at each other
And recognize the same journey
In everyone’s eyes

We are alone, together
Dancing in the paradox
Such is our predicament.

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The Separate Becomes Whole in You

I will not offer solutions
To your existential or real life dilemmas
Nor will I offer you
Spiritual isms
That may satisfy the mind
But leave the heart aching
I won’t promise an easy path
I can’t say there is a painless life ahead
And I definitely cannot say the outside world will change

But I am saying, when you stop turning away,
When you cease running, or avoiding, or even explaining
When your stories lose their meaning and power
And you have the strength and vulnerability
To turn and meet your own demons
Your own imagination
The sorrow of suffering
The pain of distortion
The deceit of the world
And the incessant nature of mind

Something happens that changes everything
As though, by and by,
You fall into a slip stream of natural intelligence
That brings depth, wisdom, grace
And acceptance of your experience
And the world

And the unbearable becomes bearable
The broken becomes unbroken
The separate becomes whole
And the unloved and unlovable
Become love and loved

This is the journey.

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Heal the Illusion Through Love

Life is too short
For fakery
Too urgent
And quick to pass
To deny love
Any longer

We came here to love
Not for fame, power or evil
They are side shows
We came to love
To remember love
To bring it to life
And to live it
Everything else
Is an illusion

Don’t believe the illusion
Any longer
Don’t believe power’s deceptive allure
Don’t invest in self importance
Or fame’s tantalizing offers

Only the truest and deepest love
Can heal the illusion of separation.

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