Grace Misses Us

It is the mystery that informs us
Yet we turn away again and again
In our arrogance and control

The unknown surrounds us
And is the very core of our existence
Yet we scramble and clutch at the known
Terrified of the void

Our lives are borrowed
Our breath sacred
Grace itself has bestowed upon us this miracle
Yet we turn away
Distracted by phenomena
Lost in our petty games
Forgetting to say thank you

But everything borrowed
Must be returned
And breath will run its course
The game will be over

And grace will call us home
Having missed us so badly.

– Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT

And then one day you realize
At the end of life
Or at some point on the journey
That it’s all God
It’s all one being life-ing itself
And the mind can’t grasp this
But the soul knows it
And the spirit knows it
And the unconditional heart feels it
And the inner eye sees it

And this causes such a wave of love
That the whole universe falls into it
And you understand
That everything is really alright

And nothing you do, or don’t do, changes that.
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THE RIVER SPIRIT

You dip a toe into the stream
But the river spirit
Grabs your leg and pulls you in
‘Help I’m drowning!’ You scream
‘I wanna to go back where it’s safe,
I’m out of control,’ You howl
The river spirit says, ‘Don’t worry,
I’m taking you somewhere beyond
Your imagination.’

This struggle goes on for some time
This push and pull as the river winds its way
Sometimes gently, sometimes ferociously

By and by you forget the time
You sat on the river bank
Dipping your toe
For you have been changed by that river
Hard edges softened
Fear of drowning gone
All anxiety about control vanished
Past itself little more than a shadow

And you arrive at the ocean
Where the river deposits you
But, instead of being shocked at the vastness
You simply melt into it
With sweet relief
And delicious gratitude.

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The Sincere One

Discover your unconditional heart
And make your one true purpose
To stay there, no matter what

Life will hear your call
And bring you everything you need
To forge your blade
And test your resolve

And you will have to decide
How to meet those invitations

There is no avoiding this
If you are sincere about your journey

That is all.

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The Deepest Unconditionality

There is an inner depth
Available to us
If we are able to dive in
And keep diving
Through layer upon layer
Past what is known
Beyond doubt
Beyond certainty
Through the dense layer of belief
Past security and fear
Through the clouds
Of conditionality
And transaction upon which
We base our lives

Deeper and deeper
And deeper still
Until all vestige
Of this humanness
Is but a whisper
And there
We will discover
God

For we will have fallen into the unconditional realm
Where all is open and accepted
In the most profound way
Because everything is known to be one thing
And that, my friend, is the most astonishing realization.

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TIME TO BLOSSOM – Dedicated to YOU

The human experience
Carries the potential for greatness
Or terrible tyranny

We are latent beings
Waiting to be activated

There is adventure
Written into our code

What makes one
Rise up against all odds
Out of all suffering
And become a carrier of light

And yet another
Lauded with wealth
Cosseted with opulence
Becomes the harbinger of doom

Don’t think this lies somewhere else
It is in each of our hearts
I was a wreck, tortured by my past
Inflicting my pain of everyone

And then opportunity for change arrived
And I seized it by the forelock
Even though it terrified me

Truly it doesn’t matter what has happened
What matters is how it serves you now
Does it cripple you?
Does it feed you?
Can you use it as food for your transformation?

None of this is easy
But we must face these hard truths
We have but one short life
That may be wasted in the past
And we will miss this beauty.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anais Nin

– I wrote this in March 2019 but now it is more relevant than ever.

– Image by Albrecht Fietz from Pixabay

Unimaginable Pattern

The waves of phenomenon crash upon the shore
Arising from the ocean of emptiness
And disappearing back into nothing
They appear so dramatic
So much froth
And for a moment they have their importance
‘Look at me!’ they cry
‘Yes me too,’ cries another
‘I am only small,’ whimpers a sad little wave

All the risings and fallings, animated with life
All have their moment of glory, big or small
And each one disappears back into the eternal ocean
From the which they came

Everything just plays itself out
A divine movement, a play
An unimaginable pattern
Woven breath by breath,
Wave upon wave,
For no reason
But beauty itself.

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The Indescribable

You are not a thing that can be found
You are an energy that has no edge
But dissolves into eternity

There is no definition of yourself
That can adequately describe
Your true nature

Words fall upon the fertile ground of the imagination
But nothing reaches all the way
To the indescribable

Only our ability to embrace the unknown
Knowing that life is far more mysterious
Than our capacity to understand it
Brings any real freedom

Befriend the world beyond the world
And let go of the need to know everything.

Photo by Marco Tjokro on Unsplash

Mind Bows Down

You cannot work it out with your mind
Because it is not conceptual

You must live it fully from your heart
Because it is in the visceral reality, the lived experience,
That the natural intelligence comes

When the heart is finally purged of its trauma
And released from its captivity
Even the mind bows down
And offers itself in service.

Everything is One Thing

I stopped trying to save the world
And instead looked into my own true nature

I discovered my true nature
And saw the world is a dream of the imagination

My heart burst open as I saw the suffering
And out of me poured the kind of love
That heals belief in separation
The love was not mine
But seemed to be coming through me
Its origin I know not

All things became one thing
And I understood what service is
I gave myself to that.

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