When The Darkness Rises

In the time of Jesus
It was grim
In the time of Rumi
It was pretty tough
Civilization is marked
With centuries of conflict
And horrors unimaginable

No teacher, poet, or wisdom holder
No warrior, guru, or prophet
No holder of what is sacred
Waited for the time of joy
The golden age
To step into their truth
You don’t get to pick the time
The time picks you

If the politics insult you
And threatens to drag us into darkness
Become a love and truth warrior
Rise up into power
And let the politicians and power hungry
Do what they do
You are not defined, nor limited, by them

No teacher, warrior or poet
Waited until a labor government
Or the democratic progressives
Were in power
Before they spoke truth

We cannot wait
You and I cannot wait
For the conditions to be right
Because the conditions are always right.

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Hopeful or Hopeless

I am neither full of hope
Nor am I filled with hopelessness
This poetry, these words of love,
Are rooted in themselves
Not offered to you
In the hope of salvation or a new world
Or the desperation of hopelessness
I do not swing between these two poles
I am for beauty
And love’s openness
Here and now, in this moment
Let the future take care of itself
I am here with the present
Too busy dancing and singing
Crying and grieving
Too filled with this wonder
To be lost in hope or hopelessness.

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The Future Is Unknown

Here in the desert
The culmination of a long journey
Driven by longing
Held by grace
Walking an unknown path
Through hardship and darkness
Challenge and demand
Pulled by inevitability and fate
Some paths are mysterious
And beseech us to surrender everything

And thus we arrived
Far away from England’s shores
In the high desert of Santa Fe
It means holy faith
And maybe that’s why we’re here

New Mexico enchantment
Big sky with jewel stars
Adobe softness and shimmering light
Drew us from the moment we set foot here

I never expected to leave England’s gravity
I found it hard to get outside London
And I wasn’t one of life’s travelers
But something happened on the way to safety
And I got pulled into the unknown
By my beloved
Who wanted more
Who longed for adventure and destiny

Thus we set sail into the void
And here we are
The Enchanted Land
Hot, dry, mysterious, old, artistic,
Quixotic, quirky and familiar
There is something alive in the ground here
In the sky and in the air

Never imagine you know what’s up ahead
You don’t
And if there is something, or somewhere,
Calling you, serve that voice,
It may have your destiny written into it.

Cherish This Day

We may be gone forever
When we leave this world
There is no guarantee of return
And yet we live our lives
Hidden and ashamed
Our light occluded
By imaginary shadows
As though we are here forever
We suppress our creative impulse
And struggle with our worth
But really, who cares,
Everything and everyone here will be gone
Dissolved into the dust of time
Nothing will be left

Throw off the chains today
Again and again
Dance in the mess of it all
Be wild and free
Cry and laugh and grieve your sorrow
Paint and write and sing your joy
Pick up an instrument
And make some noise
Tell everyone you love them
Give gifts to loved ones
And strangers alike
Make someone’s day
By paying them attention
Shine your light now, today
It may be all over tomorrow.

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Sun and Moon Nature

The sun doesn’t say to the moon
‘Sometimes you are less than perfect
With this emptying and filling up,
Endless pushing and pulling
And so emotional!’

No, the sun just radiates it’s warmth
And shines anyway
Allowing the moon to be itself

The moon doesn’t say to the sun
‘You are always the same, so predictable,
Even when you are hidden behind clouds
You just radiate the same
Wouldn’t you like to be more like me?’

No, the moon knows it is held by the sun
And that co existence is the key

There is a part of us all
That has its moon nature
Governed by the rising and falling
Emotional and sensitive

But it’s only part of the picture

We have sun nature
That radiates presence
That holds everything together
That allows the coming and going
But doesn’t identify with it

There are many who have not discovered
Their sun nature
And remain mercilessly pulled
By the waves of coming and going

Wisdom lies in knowing, and embodying, both.

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Give Beauty a Voice

I found my purpose
When I fell inside
And stopped looking
I gave up all seeking
Or trying to become someone

And I simply stayed present
And allowed what is already here
To speak itself into form
Thus I discovered my purpose
To say what is here
To give a voice to the beauty
We so easily miss
In all our seeking

Beauty will speak through you also
And when you are no longer restrained
By your own beliefs or any care about convention
You will become that beauty
And your life will be a constant prayer
To the divine

You are beautiful.

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