Follow Your Deepest

It is there, inside,
Like a light
Hidden by clouds
It is your inner guidance
The task is not to find it
But to remove all that obscures it

Follow your deepest calling
Dear heart
It’s the only thing
That will lead you to true love

At first we play on the surface
But over time we yearn for more
That yearning is for the deepest
It’s your soul calling
Listen quietly and softly
And follow it
Even if it scares you
Or seems crazy
Still follow your deepest
It is calling you home.

Softening Into Life

I saw the great movement
The rising and falling
The coming and going
The eternal wave
As it rolled along
And I realized
I would never stop it
No matter how powerful
No matter how angry
Or how right I was
Or how wrong
Everything and everyone else was
So I stopped struggling
Against life
I just stopped struggling
And said ok
Here you are
I surrender

At first it was tough
I kept forgetting
But it became a practice
A mantra
Every time I argued with life
Each time I withdrew and contracted
Or reared up in righteous indignation
I quietly whispered
And this too
And this too
And this too

Slowly slowly a new relaxation came upon me
I softened into life
And life softened into me
A harmony arose
Within and without
And I moved easier in the world
What great change we are capable of
When we just stop fighting life.

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I Stay With Love

While others stray off into righteousness
I stay with love
When they fall back into rigid beliefs
I stay with love
When fear strikes, again and again,
I stay with love
When mind screams ‘NO!’
I stay with love
Even when I hear myself
Railing against the world
And the cruelty and suffering around me
I stay with love

I discovered love
To be the only ground
Worth walking on
The only reliable guide
The only real truth I need
So I gave my allegiance to it
No matter what happens
I stay with love
Even if the world destroys itself
I will stay with love
It’s no longer an option

If you must have a mantra
Let it be this:
I stay with love.

The End of the Story

The personal story plays itself out
Until it no longer has anything to teach you
You will know that time
Because your personal history
Will no longer have any charge in it
And any moments in present life
That would previously have triggered you
Don’t

They may still have a shadow, a fragrance
Of the past
But they don’t drag the past into the present
And dislocate you from being where you are fully

In that way you are able to meet life and it’s nuances
More openly and effectively

Still life has its ups and down,
Its challenges and concerns,
But there is no leaving reality, no absence

You attend to your story with vigilance
Clarity, inquiry, softness and stealth
Openness and understanding,
Seeing the patterns of the past
As they rise up and crash on the beach
Over and over and over
You see them and you watch them
And sometimes you even get lost in them
But slowly slowly you understand the patterns
And then you get to decide
Whether to keep on abdicating your authority to them
Or you no longer need them

That is your power, your authority, right there
We want our spiritual awakening to happen to us
But we are called to do much of the work ourselves
Consciously, resolutely, with care and compassion
But with unwavering devotion to the task

If nothing else, you become a warrior
While seeking enlightenment, don’t just wait
Attend to what you can, what you must,
This is your power, your authority
It’s not given by someone else
It’s claimed by you.

All Things Are Equal

Last night I saw the heavens open
I watched as the sky cried its mournful tears
There were worlds within worlds
Eternity stretched out in all directions
Waving into form and out of form
This bewildering rising and falling
And such a stillness at the heart of it all

This morning I woke up
And attended to the chores
I washed the dishes
And made breakfast
In the simplicity of things.

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Time to Blossom

The human experience
Carries the potential for greatness
Or terrible tyranny

We are latent beings
Waiting to be activated

There is adventure
Written into our code

What makes one
Rise up against all odds
Out of their suffering
And become a carrier of light

And yet another
Lauded with wealth
Cosseted with opulence
Becomes the harbinger of doom

Don’t think this lies somewhere else
It is in each of our hearts
I was a wreck, tortured by my past
Inflicting my pain of everyone

And then opportunity for change arrived
And I seized it by the forelock
Even though it terrified me

Truly it doesn’t matter what has happened
What matters is how it serves you now
Does it cripple you?
Does it feed you?
Can you use it as food for your transformation?

None of this is easy
But we must face these hard truths
We have but one short life
That may be wasted in the past
And we will miss this beauty.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anais Nin