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.

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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.

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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.

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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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