The Reservoir of Grief

Those who do not know
The field of love
At the root of all things
Are suffering greatly
Which is why they create
Torment and argument

There is a grief we all carry
Disowned and denied
It destroys the whole village

Those who can embrace
The full weight of grief
And let it flow into the world
Allow the flowers of joy
To grow in the fertile soil

Control has never been the answer
We live in the unravelling
The days when the old ways are failing
And we must embrace that which has been denied

Everything wants to come home
And the reservoir of grief is overflowing.

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My Marketing Strategy Is Love

‘Don’t over deliver,’ They said,
‘Hold some of your poetry back,
Develop a marketing strategy,’ They continued
‘Get more likes, build your brand,’ It went on.

‘Fuck you all,’ I replied
‘Give everyone everything
Hold nothing back,’ I shouted
‘Offer the totality of yourself
Without any regard
For what comes back.’

This is my strategy
Over deliver love
Flow it out and through
Rain it down and shower it
Upon whoever’s head it touches
I couldn’t care less about business
Unless it’s the business of love.

The Sacrifice of Self For Love

As experience walking in the unknown
Has cooked me more and more
So my flavor has matured and deepened
I do not say this with any grandiosity
For the cooking itself has dissolved
All pretension and self applaud

The willingness to walk in the fire
To face life openly and tenderly
With no stories or justifications
Turns humiliation to humility
Arrogance to wisdom
Self righteousness to kindness
Fear to love

To enter the freedom of love’s truth
You must be willing
To offer everything to God
Nothing less than totality will do
Nothing kept back in case
No, utterly naked as an innocent child
That’s the way it is

For in that offering of the totality of oneself
There is a transformation
And you are born again
As freedom
As love.

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Perfection in Imperfection

When I looked in your eyes
I saw nothing wrong
Yes there was some brokenness
There was some pain
Regret and sorrow
Some heartache and longing
For peace and freedom
But, while you saw these as obstacles,
I saw them as doorways
To a deeper acceptance
Of the beauty I saw
When I looked in your eyes

Look friend, look and look again!
There is a perfection
In the imperfection
There is a love
In the brokenness
A deep river of wholeness
That runs through everything
That’s where the joy is
Always was and will be
It’s there in your eyes
I see it.

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Everything Wants To Come Home

Why does the past
Keep knocking on your door?
Because it wants to be welcomed home

Everything wants to be loved
Everything wants union
Into love

If you want to know a secret
The wise ones know
It is this
There is no past, it is an illusion
And what seems to be the past
Knocking on the door
Is happening now

Knowing this brings great power
To let go of grievances and past insults


Through surrendering the need
To hold on to anything
Through such tenderness
That everything dissolves
And through a kindness
That liberates all prisoners

Everything wants to come home.

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An Embodied Truth Called Love

Listen, if the heart does not open
There has been no real awakening
Only understanding
And understanding is not enough
It’s only part of the picture

It’s when understanding falls into
The heart’s chamber
And meet’s life’s wounds and sorrows
That transformation happens

All the understanding in the world
Does not transform you
First you may understand
But then you must drown

Soak yourself in that understanding
Let it flood into your life
Like a cleansing river
There will be pain and tears
And grief and rage
Regret and shame
And even terror
Welcome all these
For they are your doorways
To an unconditional place
And once truly released
All that understanding
Will be lived as an embodied truth
Called LOVE.

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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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