Eden Inside

There is no garden outside of us
It is a metaphor that speaks to our deepest
Eden is our innocence, our inner sense
A place that dwells in the heart of each of us
Our wholeness and truth

We fell out of that place
And we continue to fall out of that place
Each time we lunge into judgement and projection
Each time we see and feel separation
And of course all the time we are in fear

For fear is the vibration upon which
The illusory world is built

To return to our inner eden
That place of innocence and truth
We must meet fear and find out if it is real
We must transcend our judgement and projection
Without bypassing it
We must dissolve this illusion of separation
And upon our titanic meeting with fear itself
We must look it in the eye, stand firm and still
And say ‘no, no more tyranny, I am no longer available for you.’

Upon those words, if said with profound conviction,
The world of form, the world of the separate self
The whole thing
Will dissolve before our very eyes
And it will be as though nothing ever happened
For we will be returned to an innocent state
Of natural intelligence and wisdom
At one with the cosmos and each other and ourselves

This is the time of the healing
That allows us to return home to that eden.

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Innocence Remembered

Our innocence is never lost
But always hidden
We each experience the fall
As though we are destined
To know that loss
That heartbreak
The shame and the guilt
The blame and the rage
We carry such burdens
That weigh heavily on our simple joy

We are all adam and eve
Playing out some vast human struggle
To reconcile the innocence of our true nature
With the burden and flaws of the human experience

When, through grace, we discover
Our innocence is still there
And is only covered over with survival strategies
It brings such relief
It returns us to the wholeness
That is our essential truth.

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The Garden We Never Left

There is a garden
We are in it and of it
That garden is our essence
It is pure and innocent
All is well there
And harmony is its abiding state

Yet we had a thought of self
Imagination caught that thought
And separated itself
From all that is
In a fraction of a second
A divided world arose
A world of me against you
Us against them
A world of opposition
The world of duality
Which is, in truth, a servant of the divine
Become tyrannical ruler and autocrat

But the world of self
Was only ever an imagined one
A dream we believe is real

How do we get back to that garden?
By realizing that we never left it.

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The Beauty Always Here

The more tender and open we become
The more profound is the beauty
That reveals itself to us
The beauty is always here
It is us who are not available, for we are not here

Sometimes we may stumble upon this beauty
By grace, accident or great shock
Some have seen it in the space between life and death
Yet always these moments are fleeting
And leave us with longing and desire
To become established in that beauty, that love

And there the journey home really begins
The unravelling of what was once thought true
The meeting of ones darkness and what was denied
The falling, the grasping, the letting go
As the unknown looms large with great portent

And we may even become distracted for some time
By the imagination, as it dreams of what that beauty looks like
The mind is tenacious and hijacks everything
Including the truth, and it will tell us we know what to look for
And this detour may prevail for years

But by and by everything that is not the true path
Becomes a dead end

And we are left naked and vulnerable
And in that nakedness is our innocence
And in that innocence is the beauty
We so desperately sought
We must return to the garden naked and empty.

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Keeping Beauty Alive

I write poems to keep beauty alive
Although in truth
I feel that beauty can live well enough
Without us

It is for us that I really write
I fear we may be losing its scent
Caught up in our doingness
Preoccupied with all that must be attended to
Lost in the helter skelter of it all
I fear we may be losing the art
Of courting beauty
For its own sake
And for the sake of our soul

This kind of beauty cannot be bought or sold
It is not available on demand
You can’t even find it if you look for it
In fact very few even know of its existence
It is like air, invisible but essential for life
I write for that essence

In many ways
I write about beauty to keep us alive.

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The Eden Inside

Inside each human being
Is a garden
The state of each garden
Is reflected in the world
What we cultivate
And what we grow
How much we tend to
Or how much we neglect
Our garden
Is our choice
No one else’s

Many gardens lie barren
Deserted and overrun
With weeds and garbage
Self neglect is an effect
Of trauma and bad conditioning
Yet still there is a way back

Know this inner garden
Tend to it
Love it
Plant beautiful flowers
And water them daily
And slowly slowly
Watch that inner eden grow
And see the impact it has
On your life.

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The Garden We Never Left

This world is the garden of eden
Our sacred home…
We wrecked it
Trashed it
Raped it
Bulldozed it
Fenced it and built walls
To keep others out
And managed to imprison ourselves

We won’t be satisfied
Until we render the garden
Totally uninhabitable
Then we get to really blame god
For our abandonment

It was no ones fault
It wasn’t woman’s fault
And it wasn’t man’s fault
And it wasn’t god’s fault

We had a momentary lapse of reason
A thought of pride and shame
A fleeting forgetting of our innocence

And we found ourselves here, guilty
Apparently exiled
Banished from eden
And now we wander the earth
Lost and angry
Besieged by fear and anger
Hell bent on destruction

But it’s just a thought and
We could be back in the garden
We never left
In a moment if we choose
It is nobody’s choice but ours
We could reclaim innocence
Look at the garden with fresh eyes
Look at each other with equanimity
And wake up from this dream
All it would take
Is a moment of recollection
A flash of realization
A desire to be true
A return to love.

Awaken the Sleeping Heart

Alone in the pristine silence
Of an early morning
In Santa Fe
He became aware
Of an incredible sadness
That quickly transformed into beauty

He realized that life itself
Is a precious jewel
Callously disregarded
By the mind that seeks
More of everything

He saw the ruby in our hand
Thrown aside
In our ignorance
And inherited trauma

He wept at the heartbreak of it all
It was as though the door of grief
Opened itself to him
And there was nothing he could do
But drown

Friend, if we could but see
Beyond our own reflection
Into the majesty
Into the mystery
If we could throw open all the doors
We desperately keep shut
What miraculous joys would we behold
Surely we would begin to see
Flowers growing everywhere

And the garden we left
Would appear once again
Under our feet
As we walk
Step by humble step

I long to awaken your sleeping heart
Buried under the weight of all this heaviness
Not dead, just hibernating,
Waiting for the time to arise
Now is the time.

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Live From the Deepest Innocence

Awakening is a return to the garden
We never really left

The delusion of self belief
Has hijacked our innocence
And we are lost

There is a part of me
The despairs of the human condition
So full of potential
So full of possibility
Innovative, creative and compassionate

Yet greedy, brutal and self serving
Lost to beauty and love
Struggling with fear’s plague
Angry and enslaved to money

Ah! we are the carriers of light and dark
We are the holders of duality
And in our lostness
In our ignorance of our true nature
We choose one or the other
Or we swing backwards and forwards
Between the poles

Oh man and woman
The only way to peace
Is to know ourselves
As our innocence
That which never left the garden
That which we are prior to all this guilt and shame
Our only salvation lies there
In our essence
Only when we can live from the deepest innocence
Can we love without self
Without these terrible chains of bondage
We chain each other down with

Redouble your efforts
To discover freedom
It’s not far away
It’s closer than breath
More precious than blood
It’s the very fabric of you
So easy to miss
But calling your name
Calling you home.

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