Don’t Waste Your Precious Energy Now

Don’t just sit there watching the news
Surfing social media
Looking for signs of trouble
Increasing the stress on your nervous system

Don’t waste your precious energy

Use this time valuably
Develop your spiritual inner muscle
Through meditation
Or simple reflection
Through deep inquiry
Let the feelings you have
Go deeper inside
Explore new areas within
Sharpen your arrow of discernment
Develop your warrior-ship

Don’t waste your precious energy

Create, not just for sharing with others
But to express yourself
Your fear, anxiety, hopes, dreams
Write, paint, sing sad songs and cry
Or joyful songs of love and laughter
Find a way to focus, just for an hour
Get away from the distraction, the endless feed

Don’t waste your precious energy now

There is, in every experience, an opportunity
To look deeper at ourselves
To herald goodness, even in the appearance
Of what looks real bad

There is, in all, experience, a choice to be made
Where to focus our energy,
What to give our energy to
And we live in distracted times

Don’t waste your precious energy now
Use it to sustain and grow your inner garden
If you can’t go out, go in.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Hold the Line of Goodness in Troubled Times

When our sense of security is threatened
Our deep primal survival instinct upended
Do we soften into a deep tenderness
Do we open our hearts and minds into acceptance
Or do we become triggered into panic
And the relentless stories of ‘this shouldn’t be happening,’

This is the path of the spiritual warrior
To stand in dignity and love anyway
To hold the line of goodness anyway
To be open to feel it all anyway
And for it to bring a radical intensity to life

There is a great window opened amidst us
We can look through it and see what we value
What we take for granted
What our deepest fears are
We can see all our vulnerabilities clearly
And we can choose how we respond

Are we pulled into the drama
Or can we practice moment by moment awareness
Surfing the rise and fall of the waves

Eve though others may be crazy
You and I can maintain our inner composure
Be still in all the movement
Practice self care and take compassionate action

To stand for dignity and humility
Is a service to others
Whether they see it or not.

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

Fear Is a Door (through which we must walk)

It has taken me all my life
To realize that fear is either a shut door
Or a door that is waiting to be opened
And once opened is the way to freedom
And even though I have only realized this
Terribly late in my life
It is better to realize it late
Than to never realize it at all

Most of us are ruled by fear
It can hide in all manner of disguises
Fear wears many masks
But always has the same affect

Friend, let me whisper in your ear
Open the door
Do what you must to open the door
Just a bit will do
Or throw it open and burst through
It doesn’t matter
Just don’t leave the door shut
Gamble on the path of the open door
I promise you it’s worth it.

Image by Dean Moriarty from Pixabay

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.

Image by Yatheesh Gowda from Pixabay

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.

Image by Tibor Janosi Mozes from Pixabay

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.