A River Flows Through Us

There is a river of natural intelligence
Flowing through everything and everyone
Find that river and serve it
Over and over
At first it may be unfamiliar
But keep on serving it
And listening to it
It is the source of true goodness
The well spring of love

It is there, in the space between things
In the pause between breaths
And the deep silence of still mind
In the deepest acceptance of what is
It is there, whispering to you
Nudging you with it’s intuition
It’s your instinct
Your inner guidance system

When you sit in silence
On a still day
In the arms of a great tree
You will feel it
This intelligence is everywhere
Yet we override it
In favor of collective beliefs
And self centered thinking

It takes daring and humility
Softness and surrender
To court this intelligence
It will shrink from demand
And run from aggression
You can’t drag it out
Or beg or barter with it

But
You can become tender
With yourself
With your life
With everything you have previously judged
With all your righteousness
With your wounds and trauma
With the world itself
You can become so tender
That you fall into an unknown place
And you stop all this seeking and searching
Just for one moment
And in that moment of emptiness
Just listen, quietly
And out of that utter silence
You will hear it
And you will feel it
It’s there, inside everything and everyone.

On Reaching 60 Years

I’m 60 today
It’s been a long journey so far
Much has been broken
On the way
But now there is no attempt
To mend anything
Only to accept it as it is
There is much I could regret
Things I haven’t done or achieved
But somehow grace has gifted me freedom
Recently, in my 59th year,
I have finally dropped all concern
For what I have or haven’t done
Who I could have been
And what was done to me
Everything came to an end
In this year of grace
And allowed me to enter
The final movement
Unencumbered by past
The game ran its course
And in the glaring light
Everything was seen as it is
As love in disguise
Now I can get down
To the real business of life
Compassion and creativity
Silence and simply joy
Openness and acceptance
And a steely dedication
To the deepest truth
As I feel it

I am filled with gratitude
For the lineage of ancestry
That stretches back
To the beginning
The thread of relations
That brought me here
Although I can never know you
I feel all of you
In my blood, bones and brain
In my tears and my laughter
My pain, suffering and joy
We all meet here
In this experience
The past is this
That some call Kavi
But I call life.

Intimacy – The Hidden Treasure

Intimacy is what happens
When the soul is laid bare
And received
With an open heart

It has nothing to do with sex

Intimacy is where
Openness meets itself
Beyond the walls of self protection

It is the ultimate display of rebellion
In a superficial world

But it has nothing to do with sex

To be intimate with anyone or anything
You have to be willing
To reveal your innermost
To explore your depths
And to hear without judgement
To be able to sit
In the complete unknown
Even as the fire might rage

Intimacy is being comfortable
In the discomfort
Of the unknown
Because this intimacy
Is where love lives

It is the secret treasure
Only the authentic explorer
Can discover.

Speak To The Invisible World

When you move somewhere
And when you leave somewhere
Make some sweet prayers of gratitude
Light some incense
Speak to the invisible world
Tell them you are coming or going
Offer your heart, your gratitude
Tell them your dreams, your vision
Speak of beauty and love
Invite those invisible ones
To support you, ask for their help
Tell them you mean no harm
And your actions
Are for the benefit of all beings
If you are true of heart
And aligned with love
You will be supported
If you are deceitful and arrogant
You will be ignored
Either way
It will bring you closer to the truth.

There are mysterious relationships
We know nothing about
And there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’

The Dancing Ground of the Sun Whispers Our Name

I can feel you Santa Fe
I can feel you in my bones and blood
Under my skin and in my heart
We travelers, mystics and adventurers
We two humble lovers
Following the mystery
Wherever it may lead us
Led by grace
And a warrior-like dedication
To love
We hear you calling

When we first set foot in you
We were enchanted
Something within us both relaxed into joy
Felt held and nurtured
Aligned and true
And the pull of home

Yes, our bodies come from England
But our souls, our hearts and our longing
Come from the vastness itself
From something deep within that is still alive
Still excited about love’s sweetness
Still on fire with prometheus vision
With an urgency to set others alight
With love’s passionate call

We see you, and we feel you
And we can hear you whispering
‘Come, come, come.’
And we are coming.

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Yes, we are moving to Santa Fe after over two years here in Sausalito, California. We will miss it here but we cannot stay forever and we are called by a bigger vision to share Amoda’s teaching https://www.amodamaa.com/
We fell in love with Santa Fe and New Mexico, and we met some wonderful people there and so it is written that the next phase of our journey is to head there. How, we don’t know, to what, we don’t know. But Amoda and I are used to living in the unknown. We shall see what unfolds. Watch this space.

I Met Myself

I met my younger self on the road
He looked at me with suspicion
I looked back with love
He said he was angry
I told him it will pass
He said ‘I hate the world.’
I showed him there is no world outside him
He dragged a bag around filled with stuff
I told him he wouldn’t need it for long
He asked me, ‘What am I going to do?’
I said, ‘Trust.’
‘Trust what?’
‘Life.’

We talked for a long time
I showed him what he had become
How he let go of his grievances
How his wounds turned to gifts
And his confusion turned to clarity
How joyous and forgiving he had become
And how all the pain turned to grace

He had no idea who I was
But his eyes sparkled with teary emotion
When our encounter came to an end

We hugged and drifted back to our journeys
swear I saw a skip in his step as he disappeared
Into the distance.

The Song of Humanity

There is only one true poem
It tells the story
Of innocence lost
Abandoned to shame
Blame and guilt

It speaks of the human journey
In the wilderness
Lost in drama
And righteousness
Desperate for meaning

It is an enduring and heart breaking tale
Of unimaginable suffering
Of man against man
Man against woman
True nature forgotten
A tale of greed and avarice
Of idols and false gods
Of confusion and chaos

Ah! But here is the thing
This great poem
Speaks to each of us
For this is the poem
Of you and me

The innocence lost is yours and mine
Can we find it again?

The struggle in the wilderness
Lost in drama
Desperate for meaning
Is our struggle
Can we find the light of love in this darkness?

Each of us carries the song of humanity
Within us
Each one of us
Is a reflection of the whole
And when one of us
Finds the light within the darkness
So a little part of everyone else lights up
For everything is contained within everything else

And that is why I keep my light burning.

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