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.

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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.

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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.

Innocence Remembered

In tenderness I came home to myself
A great resting happened
When I held myself softly
With open hands
The fighter relaxed
And the war ended

My friend, come close and I will whisper
Let them keep all their fighting
We will rest here in this sweetness

We build such walls around ourselves
These ill fitting masks that hide our sorrow
Let us put them down forever
And meet, naked and unashamed,
Tender and open as we once were
No more blame or guilt or shame
Just this tender innocence

But please, don’t let all my talk of tenderness
Fool you into imagining I am weak
For innocence is the power of the warrior
Cynicism is the easy path well trodden
But few traverse the path of innocence

Let our hearts become pure again
So we may feel the gentle rain
As it softens the garden.

The Majestic Invisible World Inside This One

I learned about the invisible world
From a wild Celtic shaman I worked with
For some years
A long time ago
He taught me many things
But one of them
Was how to talk to
What we can’t see
How to court beauty
How to move between worlds
He tore open the fabric of reality
Through ceremony, prayer, sweat lodge
Poetry and story telling
We lived in a hidden valley in deepest Wales
At night we all gathered around the fire
In the roundhouse
And listened to tales of old Ireland
When life was magical and mysterious
When warriors stood for something
Before everything became small and ordinary
We played music, sometimes wild and chaotic
And sometimes wistful and heart breaking

I learned about true power from him
I sought power in caves and waterfalls
On the top of mountains, spending nights alone
With just the elementals for company
I cried, raged, fumed and threw myself away
I found what was broken and false
I found what was hiding from the world
And I threw that part to the invisible wolves

I learned rituals, not pious or sanctimonious ones
But true prayer from the innermost
I spoke to the invisible ones
Regardless of whether I believed in them or not
I have seen things, felt things, known things
That defy ordinary consciousness

And I know that life is ten thousand times
More mysterious than we can comprehend
We live in a superficial reality
And underneath and inside it
Is a gold mine
A vast swirling majestic world
Inside each of us
It is the true world, the real world
And that is why I became this poet, this musician
This opener of doors
To show others the window
To their own soul.

The Human Experience Is a River

The human experience
Is a river
It flows constantly
From the spring of birth
Until it dissolves into the ocean of death
Life is the meandering and furious intensity
Of the passage of the river
Sometimes it may seem stuck
In eddies and blocked by debris
Yet always it is moving towards its destination

We try hard to fix it
In time and space
And to grab hold of it
The constant change is excruciating
We are terrified of our mortality

But you cannot grab hold of water
And you cannot grab hold of time

We know, some where deep inside,
It is inevitable
We travel from spring to ocean
Carried by inevitability
There is nothing we can do
Except surrender our stubborn will
To the inevitable
And let it break our hearts
Wide open.

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Nature’s Silent Tenderness

Let us sit here, you and I,
For the briefest moment
A fleeting pause
In all this movement
All we need to do is sit
Without trying to do anything
And sorry arises by itself

There is a consolation
That exists in nature
In the heart of all things
If you have tasted the deepest silence
You will have touched this

I sat once
Under a eucalyptus tree
On a summer evening
With my lover
In the perfect stillness
Of an english summer
In that beauty
The tree turned its leaves to us
And whispered,
‘Love is inside all things,’
We both cried
With joy and wonder.