Duality Itself Is Unreal

Today, see duality
With great discernment
But don’t believe it to be truth
Stay resolutely as love
No matter what
It seems almost impossible
Because duality is so convincing
But then, so is virtual reality

We are in strange times
Stay as the wholeness of love
There is insurmountable power
In this one simple decision.

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The Separate Becomes Whole in You

I will not offer solutions
To your existential or real life dilemmas
Nor will I offer you
Spiritual isms
That may satisfy the mind
But leave the heart aching
I won’t promise an easy path
I can’t say there is a painless life ahead
And I definitely cannot say the outside world will change

But I am saying, when you stop turning away,
When you cease running, or avoiding, or even explaining
When your stories lose their meaning and power
And you have the strength and vulnerability
To turn and meet your own demons
Your own imagination
The sorrow of suffering
The pain of distortion
The deceit of the world
And the incessant nature of mind

Something happens that changes everything
As though, by and by,
You fall into a slip stream of natural intelligence
That brings depth, wisdom, grace
And acceptance of your experience
And the world

And the unbearable becomes bearable
The broken becomes unbroken
The separate becomes whole
And the unloved and unlovable
Become love and loved

This is the journey.

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An Embodied Truth Called Love

Listen, if the heart does not open
There has been no real awakening
Only understanding
And understanding is not enough
It’s only part of the picture

It’s when understanding falls into
The heart’s chamber
And meet’s life’s wounds and sorrows
That transformation happens

All the understanding in the world
Does not transform you
First you may understand
But then you must drown

Soak yourself in that understanding
Let it flood into your life
Like a cleansing river
There will be pain and tears
And grief and rage
Regret and shame
And even terror
Welcome all these
For they are your doorways
To an unconditional place
And once truly released
All that understanding
Will be lived as an embodied truth
Called LOVE.

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Unconditional Embrace

Our conflict is between
Our own divisive nature
And our innate truth as union

We arise from union
And learn the ways of division
Conditioned to separation and identity
We forget our true nature

But true happiness and peace
Cannot be found in division
Cannot be found in form, identity
Or anything temporary

Without the greater context
Of our deeper truth as consciousness
We are lost in this identification
And thus we fight
With ourselves and each other

Only by knowing ourselves
By deepening our wisdom
And seeing ourselves in each other
And treating each being and creature
As sacred and the same as us
Can we hope to resolve this conflict

That is the task of the new warrior
To hold existence lightly
With tenderness and kindness
To hold duality, identity and form
In unconditional embrace
Knowing we are not that
But living it fully.

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Dissolved Into Silence, He Truly Lives

I cannot contain my life within my life
All sense of myself
As a separate person has gone

And I have become everyone
And all things of creation
I am you, him, her, child and dying person
I am the sun and moon, the stars and heavens
Fish, dog and ant
I see the beetle scurrying across my path
And I am that beetle scurrying to the other side
I am all feelings and no feelings
Nothing seems to be mine
And everything is borrowed
I am dreamer dreaming
And the dream
All life appears to emanate from me
Yet I have gone
Nothing separate to call myself

A love, yes
A kind of reverie of love
A tasting of time’s fleeting moments
Everything here and then vanished

Only presence remains
In silence everything manifests
In silence everything dissolves
What, then, is real.

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Let Love Meet Itself

I have given up living on the surface
Accepted that I am no longer able
To speak in the old way
All it is now is poetry and beauty
My talk quickly turns to love
And I get frustrated listening
To words of avoidance
And self deception

A word to the wise
If we should meet
You and I
Let it be like this
Two silences
Love meeting love
Emptiness to itself
Let our presence
Say it all
And our mouths
Say nothing.

The End of the Story

The personal story plays itself out
Until it no longer has anything to teach you
You will know that time
Because your personal history
Will no longer have any charge in it
And any moments in present life
That would previously have triggered you
Don’t

They may still have a shadow, a fragrance
Of the past
But they don’t drag the past into the present
And dislocate you from being where you are fully

In that way you are able to meet life and it’s nuances
More openly and effectively

Still life has its ups and down,
Its challenges and concerns,
But there is no leaving reality, no absence

You attend to your story with vigilance
Clarity, inquiry, softness and stealth
Openness and understanding,
Seeing the patterns of the past
As they rise up and crash on the beach
Over and over and over
You see them and you watch them
And sometimes you even get lost in them
But slowly slowly you understand the patterns
And then you get to decide
Whether to keep on abdicating your authority to them
Or you no longer need them

That is your power, your authority, right there
We want our spiritual awakening to happen to us
But we are called to do much of the work ourselves
Consciously, resolutely, with care and compassion
But with unwavering devotion to the task

If nothing else, you become a warrior
While seeking enlightenment, don’t just wait
Attend to what you can, what you must,
This is your power, your authority
It’s not given by someone else
It’s claimed by you.