All Here By Grace

Sometimes I am a surfer
Riding the waves with skill
Enjoying the freedom
Of the ever changing

Sometimes I hang in there
Holding on by a thread
On the razor’s edge
Determined to stay upright

Sometimes I fall
Plunging into the deep
Rolled by the same waves
I surfed last week

Surfer, tightrope walker and drowner
The ever changing nature of living
In the waves of phenomenon

But the wisdom in me knows
There is an underlying intelligence
That informs the whole experience
Ocean, wave and surfer
Tightrope walker and drowner
All here by grace.

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The End of Resistance

Resistance is like a dam
It can only contain a certain amount of stuff
Before it is overwhelmed or breeched
Eventually it’s going to burst

We resist life because we think we cannot bear it
But this means building a dam against it

Our premise is wrong
We can bear it
And to live fully we must bear it

When we yield resistance
At first we may be overwhelmed
And feel as though we are drowning
But that is inevitable and will not last
It will level out
And find a natural balance

Yielding resistance is the way
To our naturalness
The end of inner division
The end of the fight with life

Yielding resistance to our experience
Do not underestimate how powerful it is
We fight daily with ourselves or others
Perceiving the world to be wrong
Or us to be wrong
‘It’s not supposed to be like this,’ we cry
But here it is anyway
So we grapple and struggle to change life
Or change our thoughts or feelings
But here it is anyway

Resistance is like a dam
Eventually it’s going to burst

Let it in, let it all in
Not as a victim or a failure
But as love, as awareness
As consciousness,
As the sky lets the clouds do their thing

Freedom is the end of resistance.

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Meet the World Empty and Naked

Meet the world empty and naked
Give up your stories, they are prisons,
Meet the world as the silence you truly are

When you do this
Divine intelligence will offer you its gifts
And its grace
It will pour into the silence in you
And fill it with wisdom and beauty
Truth and compassion

You will become empty and full
The holder of life’s paradox
The embodiment of the universe

All you have to do is become naked
And offer that to the world.

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The Razor’s Edge

To walk through
The valley of darkness
With awareness
Placing one foot
Softly after the other
In tenderness and resolve
Holding fear lightly
Allowing the waves of emotion
To rise and fall
This is the razor’s edge

It is called the razor’s edge
Because it cuts through duality.

The Endless Search

Through dark forests he crawled
Across vast oceans
Torn and broken
He searched and searched
In mysterious valley
And the highest mountains
He peered into space
Open mouthed at the sheer majesty
Of eternity as it circled above him
Onwards he went
Searching and searching
More and more desperate

‘What are you searching for?’
Asked a farmer he met on the road.

’There is something missing,
I feel incomplete
Surely we are all looking for this completion
Isn’t this what drives us?’

‘You are misguided my friend,
This is a myth perpetuated
By the blind and foolish
By the ignorant and wayward
By those who seek power over you
And by your own arrogant mind.’

‘But without this sense of incompletion
What is the point of life
Why would we go on
What is the purpose
There must be something more?’

‘Friend, you are scratching an eternal itch
You have surrendered yourself
To the wrong master
Your own mind and its tyrannical ways
You are now enslaved
And held captive
In a myth of incompletion
Whereby you eternally search
And die unfulfilled.

Give up all this searching
And look with your inner eye
The mechanism of lack
That is at work
Just sit there and see like buddha
For one moment

In this simplicity is the truth.’

We never left the garden
And became incomplete
We went unconscious
And drunk with knowledge
And got lost in thought.

The Wisdom of Emptiness

Let’s meet when the sun goes down
And sit quietly together
Forget the world for a while
And turn our attention
To the silence we are
There is a beauty that nourishes the soul
When we sit quietly together
It’s not found in the busy world
In the cafes or the shops
It’s not found in any of our doing
It is simply this, naked and free,
No need to speak
Or share knowledge
We can let the wisdom of emptiness
Say more than all this talking

The wise one sits to one side
Silently looking at the clouds
As they flow through the empty sky
He left the market long ago.