REMEMBERING HEART

A collective that cannot share its sorrows
Cannot sit together in its grief and suffering

And see each one in the eyes of the other

A people so lost in individuation
It loses its humanity

Has not lost its mind
It has lost its heart
Forgotten itself
Fallen under a spell

The task of the restless one
Is to remember their own heart
Uncover it from all that has covered it
And then to shine it out
So others may also remember theirs

That is all we can really do
The rest is up to the divine.

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SING YOUR OWN SONG

The heart longs
To sing it’s song
In the morning
And in the evening
Whether that song
Is of joy or sorrow
It is not the song that matters
But the expression
Into the universe

The mind says no
You’re not good enough
The song is lame
It’s too revealing
You are too sensitive
Too vulnerable
To be singing such things

You listen to the mind
But over time
The frustration is immense
The blocking of natural desire
To sing your unique song
Starts to kill you
Or make you depressed

You may have even forgotten
You had a song to sing
Because you are now distracted
By all the others things
That have gone wrong
As a consequence
Of forgetting to sing your song

But wait!
Friend, it is never too late
To sing your song
To give expression
To your uniqueness
And I’m not talking about
Mouthing from your ego
I’m talking about
Saying your blessed name
Into the eternal ocean
From your soul.

ACCEPTANCE IS A PRACTICE

When acceptance is allowed
To fall deeper and deeper
From the mental realm
Into the emotional realm
And even into the physical realm

It starts to become an embodied experience
That shows up in all relationships

You only find out what it really means
In the act of doing it

As a theory it is useless
As a lived practice it is profound
It changes you and your world

But embracing acceptance is tough
We are conditioned into non acceptance
To resist life and fight with it
To over power it as though life were an enemy
That must be defeated

To fall into a deeper acceptance
All that conditioning must come undone
And that unravelling forces us to come
Face to face with ourselves
In increasingly intimate ways

We may not like what we find
But there is the practice right there
In accepting what we don’t like
In ourselves and in the world

Acceptance is an ongoing unfoldment
An invitation to go deeper and deeper
An exploration of who we are
Beyond and behind the mask.

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THE YEARS OF MY LIFE

My early years were filled with joy and excitement
Anticipation and the love of freedom

My teenage years were the destruction of all that I knew
The joy and excitement changed to foreboding and angst

My twenties were the playing out of denial of pain
Living in a chaos that allowed me to cope

My thirties saw the chronic repercussions
Of the previous decades
The impact of addiction
And relational dysfunction

My forties saw a ‘do or die’ situation,
A point at which I had to meet my demons
Or my demons would eat me alive

That’s when the door opened

My fifties saw the unravelling of my self
All the pain arose, the anger, the hurt and the fear
No stone was left unturned in the journey
That seemed to go on forever

My sixties are where you find me now, here, writing this
Wounded, weary, experienced, amazed, humble and aware
It all seems so strangely right

We are like trees
Everything grows us when we let it
Even the hurt and the pain and the angst
There is no answer that satisfies
So we must just allow the past
To be the fertilizer for the present

Peaceful loving acceptance
Of the whole journey
Is what I have arrived at
Not as an elevated destination
But as an ongoing relationship
That invites me to surrender
Again and again and again.

LIFE IN A DAY

To have a vision that drives you, or pulls you
But to live each day
As though it is an entire life
Fully and without holding anything back

This is the essence of the modern warrior

The birth, the life, and the death
In the microcosm of a day
What more teaching is there.

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FLICKERS OF LIGHT

Friend, why not fly through the clouds
Into the firmament
Up, beyond the pull of gravity,
The gravity that holds us here
But pins us down
Out, through the outer layers
Of whatever field of energy
Allows the multitude of life to exist
On this blue ball of uniqueness

Into the dark and empty fullness of space

The first astronauts who ventured out into the darkness
Developed such a respect and love when they looked at home,
Alone and tiny in the great scheme of things
Vulnerable and miraculous in the eternal wheel

Why do we forget so easily
And become entangled in our pettiness
In our gripes and righteous complaints
In our arguments and wars

Remembering is such sweet humility
We are but flickers of light
That pass through the dark sky
Remember, remember, remember.

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The Beloved Says…

The Beloved says…

Go forth into the realm of form
Be an emissary of the light

Seek to be unattached
Even as attachment
Wraps you in its arms
With its sweet and tempting offers

Seek to stay as love
Even as fear grabs you
By the neck
And breathing becomes labored

Seek mastery of desire
Even as the lure of comfort
And the veil of security
Draws you toward it

You will become lost in that place
And then, child of the light,
Remember to dance
Remember to laugh and sing
To grieve and cry in the devastation
To soak in the pouring rain
As it drenches your wounded heart

And let that remembering itself
Be the light that you carry
To share with others
Who have forgotten.

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