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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Come To The Garden

Come with me
My downhearted one
Come into the garden
And meet your innocence
Come and see your joy intact
Your playfulness still alive
Come and smell the sweet fragrance
Of your beauty untarnished by life
Come, we will discover what is not broken,
Yes, we will encounter love,
Love at its finest, its bravest
Its most powerful
It may overwhelm you
But let this overwhelm be a way
Of remembering

And when you have seen the beauty
And tasted the nectar
And imbibed the fragrance
When you have touched the passion

You will be ready to return
But I warn you
Your heart will never close again
You will have to carry the fragrance of the garden
Until you leave this world
And everyone who meets you
Will wonder where you have been.

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The Garden in Your Heart

Inside you is a garden
It could be eden
Or it could be a wasteland

What grows in the garden
Is not dependent on experience
But on the depth of being
Learned through experience

The seeds are already planted
In each of us, they lie dormant
Our freedom is the choice
Which seeds we water
And which flowers we grow

Even though life is cruel
And we suffer tremendous hardship
Some will still choose
To grow love and kindness
Yet others, some from privilege and power
Choose to grow meanness and division

Our power is on the inside
We get to decide what we water and grow
I choose beauty, tenderness
And the kind of love that heals

Using the choice of what we tend to
What we grow, and what we banish
From our garden
Is a revolutionary act
And no matter what happens
It cannot be taken away

Make the choice wisely
Make it often, every day
Every interaction, every choice
Every time you are triggered
Every time you are insulted
When anger rages
When vengeance rears its head
In difficult times
And easy times
Remember your power to choose.

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Tend to your Garden

Distracted by practicalities
He forgot to nurture his soul
Slowly his inner flower wilted
And beauty did perish
The light of love faded
And life became meaningless

Without the inner life
The life that brings joy and depth
We are little more than robots

Nurture and water the garden
Tend to it diligently with great care
It will feed you and ripen you
You will become a great tree
And others will come
To savor your fruit.
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The Garden Within

There is a garden within each of us
Left unattended and neglected
It will wither and perish
Over time it will be overrun by weeds
And slowly it will decay and diminish

We fed this garden naturally
When we were children
We were the garden
And the garden was us
There was no separation

And then life happened
And the garden became neglected
It was forgotten or deemed unimportant

But when the garden is neglected
Joy dies, laughter turns serious
And the innocent celebration of life
Has no place

Feed this garden,
Shower it with attention
Love it, offer it beauty,
Clear out the weeds
Let it breathe again
Do whatever it takes
And, with loving patience,
It will spring back to life
And sweet innocent joy
Will return.