Return to the Garden

Heart is heavy
Weighed down by mind
Essential purity of love
Covered over by past pain

Mind is foggy
Clouded by fear
Clear seeing occluded
Divided by righteousness

Weary humans
Lost and angry
Desperate for meaning
Grabbing illusory power
In the face of eternity

We have given ourselves to a dream
Believing it to be real
Stumbled into a dark forest
Full of tyrannous shadows
And menacing threats

Only the silent humility of openness
The peace that passeth mind’s understanding
Can bring us back to our light
Tears may fall, thunder may rage
Grief’s rain may become an ocean
And swallow us up

But it will be true
And our hearts and minds
Will be cleansed of past pain
And resolved of righteousness

And we will return to the garden
Renewed and refreshed from our dream.

Image by Jaesung An from Pixabay

Remembering Our True Nature

Forgetting and denying
Our innate innocence
Is a great error

Assuming whatever innocence
We were born with
Has been erased
By wounds and conditioning
Keeps us locked in fear
And unworthiness

In other words
Locked in a lie prison

There we must stay
Until we realize
That our innocence is innate
It is our power, our authority
And our truth
And nothing experience does
Can eradicate it

Some call this awakening
But really all it is
Is remembering our true nature.

This is Peyote, our wise and deep, and innocent, puppy.

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.

Image by Anh Dang from Pixabay

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.

Image by Cheryl Holt from Pixabay

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.

Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay

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.

Image by Lee_seonghak from Pixabay

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.

Photo by Mak on Unsplash

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.

Photo by Thor Alvis on Unsplash

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.