The Freedom You Seek

The freedom you seek
Is right here inside everything
Now and always,
But you are not
You are lost in a dream of yourself
Allegiance given to the imaginary one
Who claims ownership of all that is

Let go of the ropes
And see that imagined one
Fly off into space
And know that which remains
Is the freedom being sought.

Image by Mystic Art Design from Pixabay

Dance of Courtship

It is simple
Each of us is a moth
The flame we circle
Carries within it
The freedom we seek
But we must fly around
And around and around
In an ecstatic dance
Of courtship
Before the moment,
When the dance is at its wildest,
We yield to the inevitable
Pull of that burning

God is us, the flame, the freedom
And the dance of courtship.

Eden Inside

There is no garden outside of us
It is a metaphor that speaks to our deepest
Eden is our innocence, our inner sense
A place that dwells in the heart of each of us
Our wholeness and truth

We fell out of that place
And we continue to fall out of that place
Each time we lunge into judgement and projection
Each time we see and feel separation
And of course all the time we are in fear

For fear is the vibration upon which
The illusory world is built

To return to our inner eden
That place of innocence and truth
We must meet fear and find out if it is real
We must transcend our judgement and projection
Without bypassing it
We must dissolve this illusion of separation
And upon our titanic meeting with fear itself
We must look it in the eye, stand firm and still
And say ‘no, no more tyranny, I am no longer available for you.’

Upon those words, if said with profound conviction,
The world of form, the world of the separate self
The whole thing
Will dissolve before our very eyes
And it will be as though nothing ever happened
For we will be returned to an innocent state
Of natural intelligence and wisdom
At one with the cosmos and each other and ourselves

This is the time of the healing
That allows us to return home to that eden.

Image by Anh Dang from Pixabay

Cathedral Heart

The heart is a cathedral
In which everything and everyone
Is allowed
The doors may seem shut
But they are not locked

We must use whatever keys we have
Whatever intention and persistence
Whatever softness and grace
Whatever resolve and earnestness
To simply open the door

How magnificent is the sight
When that happens
‘Oh my tender and sweet heart!’
You will sigh as gratitude
Pours out its love
An unstoppable stream of goodness
No longer tethered by mind’s righteousness.

Image by Lars_Nissen from Pixabay

Heart Holding it All

You are an exquisite being of light
Consciousness manifested as form
Squeezed into matter
The eternal AND a five sense feeler
You are the vast and the limited
The unconditional and the conditioned

Don’t sacrifice one for the other
Don’t fight with your own self
Neither turn your back on your humanness

You must find a way
To be in the world
But not of the world

Feet in the soil
Head in the universe
Heart holding it all together.

Image by Norbert Pietsch from Pixabay

The Joy That Follows the Rain

Yesterday I wept for my brokenness
For the wounds I carried through life
For the fear of abandonment
That drove me for so many years
To seek shelter in another’s arms
My how the tears burned and hurt

Today I am cleansed and softened
Those same wounds have become blessings
And all fear and vulnerability
Has transformed to tenderness
Today the past is a beautiful and sad story
For the heart welcomes everything home

I had forgotten the sweet joy
That follows the rain.

– Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay

Who Stands on Nothing

We stand on uncertain ground
We always did
We had just not noticed before

We search for certainty
In all the wrong places
In the ephemeral stuff of life
And all it gives
Is a false sense of security
Underneath which,
Left unexamined,
Is a core of anxiety

To make good friends
With our uncertain ground
Brings an end to that anxiety
And replaces it with a
Warrior like nature

He, or she, who’s stands on nothing.

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Hold It In Sky Nature

This falling and rising
This joy and this despair
All this openness
And then some closure
Around experience
Some contraction
Carried from the past
Or even an ancient primal mechanism

That unwanted trigger
That surges through the body
Clouding the mind
Obscuring our presence

All the waves of being human
The endless stream of thoughts
Sometimes owned
Sometimes disowned
Sometimes wanted
Often unwanted

All the utter discomfort
And the resistance to what happens
The argument with life
And the constant seeking of solutions

And then the laughter, the pleasure
The relaxation, the connectedness
An appreciation of what we have
And a sense of goodness that flows through us

All this, all this and so much more
Seen and known by awareness
Held in consciousness
As the sky holds the clouds, the rain, the lightning
The birds, the butterflies and the mosquito
Yet interferes with none of them

What would we exclude if we had our way?
The discomfort? The contraction?
The sky doesn’t exclude the mosquito
Although it irritates all it touches

We must be cautious about our constant seeking
We may be hoping for a life free of discomfort
But that is a futile search
Best to open and become our sky nature
And hold it all lightly, like a feather
In the palm of our hand.

– Image by Michael Schwarzenberger from Pixabay

Live From Warrior Heart

There is a place within each heart
That knows goodness
And the justness of things
Yet we become twisted and turned
By mind’s clever arguments

The one who will not rest in their depth
Is vulnerable to those who circle their camp
In separation we are full of fear and doubt
And we will never know peace

But when we know ourselves as each other
And live from our warrior hearts
We will claim back our authority
And do what is necessary
For the good of all

These are important times
How we resonate matters
It’s love and the responsibility that comes with it
Or it’s fear and the isolation that results from it
We must choose, each moment, each interaction,
Each day, each time we see the news,
Each thought, each breath we take

Feed goodness.

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