THE DANCE OF EXISTENCE

This morning
In the early hours of silent dawning
The gentle sound
Of a conversation
Wrapped me in its arms

The coyote yipped its magic and trickery
It spoke of how things are not what they seem to be
And it laughed at how serious owl was

Owl was silent for a long time
Unimpressed with coyote’s jibes
‘I see you coyote, even in this darkness,’
Said the wise owl

This jousting game continued for some time
Each taking its turn
Coyote darting around, needling owl
And owl looking on with regal nonchalance

Both carried the wisdom of the deepest intelligence
And as I lay there
Absorbed by the yip yip and the hoot hoot
I fell into a reverie
Of such beauty I wept
Everything, and everyone, all humans
And all the creatures of the world
Warm blooded and cold blooded
Flying creatures and swimming creatures
Were dancing the dance of existence
Even the trees and the plants
And the rocks and the planets
Were doing the dance of existence
Each content with its own realm of being
And each filled with joy
At seeing the others dancing
Everything in utter harmony
With everything else

When I awoke all was silence
Dawn was breaking open
Yet, somewhere in the distance,
From the top of a tall tree
A crow sang the world awake.

– Image by Lenka Novotná from Pixabay

Return to the Garden

Heart is heavy
Weighed down by mind
Essential purity of love
Covered over by past pain

Mind is foggy
Clouded by fear
Clear seeing occluded
Divided by righteousness

Weary humans
Lost and angry
Desperate for meaning
Grabbing illusory power
In the face of eternity

We have given ourselves to a dream
Believing it to be real
Stumbled into a dark forest
Full of tyrannous shadows
And menacing threats

Only the silent humility of openness
The peace that passeth mind’s understanding
Can bring us back to our light
Tears may fall, thunder may rage
Grief’s rain may become an ocean
And swallow us up

But it will be true
And our hearts and minds
Will be cleansed of past pain
And resolved of righteousness

And we will return to the garden
Renewed and refreshed from our dream.

Image by Jaesung An from Pixabay

Remembering Our True Nature

Forgetting and denying
Our innate innocence
Is a great error

Assuming whatever innocence
We were born with
Has been erased
By wounds and conditioning
Keeps us locked in fear
And unworthiness

In other words
Locked in a lie prison

There we must stay
Until we realize
That our innocence is innate
It is our power, our authority
And our truth
And nothing experience does
Can eradicate it

Some call this awakening
But really all it is
Is remembering our true nature.

This is Peyote, our wise and deep, and innocent, puppy.

UNLEASH YOUR TRUE POWER

There is power in you
A vast untapped resource
Of infinite energy
A vibrational river deep
In your energy body

It reaches down into the earth
And out into the heavens
It connects you to all that is
It always was, and always will be, there
Your true power

Yet the conditioned coat has weighed heavy upon you
And the wounds dug into you and hid your true power
Told you were less than, unworthy and separate from god
You have walked in the wilderness for so long

Don’t worry!
Those very wounds are your humanity, your humility
Those very wounds are your gifts
The grace from which you share
Without them you would be nothing

The giant redwood tree is imperfect but mighty
With its roots deep in the ground
And its branches reaching to the sky

No one wants your perfection
Everyone wants the same thing
To know how to live with the wounds
How to live an authentic life

But you can only know this
When you reach in and touch
That vast vibrational river
Deep inside your being

Expand your knowledge
Of what it means to be human
You are, and always have been,
Directly connected to the divine
To the all and everything
You are, and always have been,
Directly connected to the earth
To the all and everything

All else is, and always has been, a lie
Throw off the tatty conditioned coat
And embrace this truth of your nature
You are needed, your energy is needed,
There is work to do here
And only you can do it.

  • Image by Simi Luft from Pixabay

Find Stillness, Wisdom Follows

There is a river of intelligence
That runs through us
A silent stream of goodness and wisdom
That may guide our hand and mind
A gentle nudge or a gut feeling
Or an inner voice that whispers in our ear
This is our true navigation

It is beyond reason
Beyond all information
And beyond mind
It can only be heard in peaceful abiding

The grace of the dawn as it silently arrives
Invites even the most timid bird to sing its courting song

Find stillness and inner wisdom will follow.

The Beauty Always Here

The more tender and open we become
The more profound is the beauty
That reveals itself to us
The beauty is always here
It is us who are not available, for we are not here

Sometimes we may stumble upon this beauty
By grace, accident or great shock
Some have seen it in the space between life and death
Yet always these moments are fleeting
And leave us with longing and desire
To become established in that beauty, that love

And there the journey home really begins
The unravelling of what was once thought true
The meeting of ones darkness and what was denied
The falling, the grasping, the letting go
As the unknown looms large with great portent

And we may even become distracted for some time
By the imagination, as it dreams of what that beauty looks like
The mind is tenacious and hijacks everything
Including the truth, and it will tell us we know what to look for
And this detour may prevail for years

But by and by everything that is not the true path
Becomes a dead end

And we are left naked and vulnerable
And in that nakedness is our innocence
And in that innocence is the beauty
We so desperately sought
We must return to the garden naked and empty.

Image by Lee_seonghak from Pixabay

A Love So Great

A love so great
Everything bows down to it

Nature knows about love
Because it is love
Even when we judge it not to be
Who are we, with this judgment
Ground into us over centuries
A mass of beliefs
That separate us from life
And from each other

Nature has none of this
Nature IS
It just is itself

And so our very context is flawed
And this is the time
Of great revelation
Our stupidity is being revealed
We are fighting over our beliefs
But we have no inner wisdom
No inner knowledge

We are ignorant of our true nature
And our natural essence
And we fight from our ignorance
And our arrogance
Our desperation and our anger

If we could experience our truth
And if we could fall into our essence
We would know
A love so great
All existence would bow down to it
Including our own ego self

There is only one way
To save the world
And that is to discover love.

Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay

The Beautiful One

The beautiful one
Who lives outside things
Dances to a different piper

To find freedom
You have to step out of the crowd
And make your own way
You might have to meet yourself
For the very first time
And fall in love
With what you discover

If you listen deep enough
Through all the noise
Through the drama and distraction
You will begin to hear
A sweet tune
Some call it
The music of what is
Fall in love with that

There is a different world
A breath away from this one
The beautiful one is there
The true music is there
Freedom is there
All waiting for you.

Image by Silentpilot from Pixabay

Go to the Source

Poetry is the fragrance of the flower
But not the flower itself
The flower itself
Cannot be described
Flower, fragrance, sweet aroma,
None of these really come close
But they are all we have
Such is the nature of poetry
It is all we have
To point to the indescribable

There is a secret intelligence
Inside all form, thought and deed
The true and persistent seeker
Will discover it
Only in silence and reflection
Will it reveal itself
Once found nothing superficial
Will ever seem the same

Why eat artificial sugar
When you can savor
The sweetest nectar of all

Go straight to the source my friend
If you are thirsty
Drink from the spring
Not the bottled water.

Photo by sgcdesignco on Unsplash

Through Love’s Eyes

We scurry about
In our self importance
And love looks on

We proclaim ourselves
Owners of our empires
Prideful and arrogant
And love looks on

We reject and abandon
We judge and we hate
And love looks on

With cruel heart
And righteous mind
We hurt those we love
And those we hate
And love looks on

We divide life
Into good and bad
According to our beliefs
And we deride those
Who disagree
And love looks on

What hope is there
If we don’t turn our gaze
And look through love’s eyes.