THE SYSTEM IS DYING. A NEW ONE IS BEING BIRTHED.

Friend, this old system
Corrupted from the inside
Like a cancer finally claiming the host
Is dying
We are experiencing
The thrashing of the tail
As it struggles to hold on to control
And stay alive
But fate will take its course
And this system will perish

Take heart…..

For there is already a new system stirring
We cannot yet see its fullness, its flowers
Or its new growth
It is winter, the season of die back
When there are no signs of life
But still they are there somewhere, waiting

You and I, we must gather ourselves,
We must stay deep and rooted in our presence
We must herald out the old order
And be ready to usher in something new
We may not be here long enough to see it
But those who follow us need us to plant the seeds deep
Those seeds must be authentic and true
They must be wet with love, juicy and ripe and ready
There is a bigger story at play here
And the turning is happening
You are needed, like a drop of nectar is needed
Like a homeopathic remedy is needed
Like an acupuncture needle is needed
Like a robust and pulsatingly alive cell is needed

Do not do yourself a disservice by feeling powerless
There is power locked up in each individuation
The power of love, of truth, of goodness
And, for the sake of the new system,
It is time to release that power into the world.

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THE DEEPENING

Some call this journey awakening
I don’t
I call it the deepening
I prefer the metaphor and the imagery of deepening
It speaks to something inside us that is hungry for the light
It calls to the soul, the heart and our longing

Everyone knows that the word deepening presupposes
That we will have to meet shadows and wounds
So it comes with a warrior’s challenge

Deepening, there is no escape, no avoidance
Of course it is scary, terrifying even
But that’s the nature of deepening
To meet ourselves and life so fully
So transparently, so tenderly,
That something transforms
From the deepest outwards.

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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.

Image by Roger Mosley from Pixabay

The Turning Wheel of the Ages

We, you and I, are blessed
And we are challenged
In these times of radical change

There is a breakdown happening
Inside each of us
And in our world
All structures built on falseness
Are being eroded by the wind of change

There is nothing we can do to fight it
For time itself is unstoppable
And that part of us we call form
Is ruled by the constellations

We, you and I, are blessed to be here
At the brink, watching, playing our part,
As the old world, before our very eyes,
Shakes and shudders under its own weight
No longer able to carry the burden

That which is false will perish

We, you and I, are challenged
To stand quite still
As the open awareness we are
Beyond form, beyond the rule of constellations
As falseness within begins to dissolve
No longer able to convince us

And then, slowly slowly,
Something new will emerge
Built on truth, grounded in love
For the turning wheel is in motion
And nothing can stop it

We, you and I, are part of this majestic pattern
Glorious beyond all belief
Eternal, forever turning,
Yet in its center, in its heart
Absolutely still and utterly silent

What grace this is.

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The Phoenix of Love Arises

Our vastness
Our connection to the heavens
To our eternal truth
To each other
And to our bliss and joy
Is only possible
Through the great doorway
We call love

Love is that which restores us to integrity
It heals our sense of fragmentation
And realigns us with the cosmos
Love makes whole all that was separate
And in so doing
Opens a mysterious door
To eternity

Love is the only answer to all questions
Of who we are and what our purpose is

But make no mistake
Love is not easily found

Like enlightenment
It is discovered only when everything
That is a manifestation of the illusory self
Is sacrificed and surrendered
In that naked openness
The phoenix that is love arises
Unassailable and undefeatable
Whole and holy

This is our one true power.

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

A Deeper Intelligence

There is a deeper intelligence that informs us
When we peel back the layers of falseness
When we surrender our judgment and righteousness
When we fall into our openness
And the heart is no longer defended
There it is, a natural intelligence
Clean and clear and authentic
That becomes our wisdom
And our guiding light
And even mind bows down to it.

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The Fear Covers the Light

As he stared deep into the hole
At the center of his being
There, at the very bottom,
Covering up the light
Was a shroud of fear
No matter how hard the light shone
It was occluded by that dark energy

Thus he resolved, not to search for the light,
But to dissolve all the fear
And let what was already there shine.

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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.

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.

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Becoming Whole

For if we cannot bear our own brokenness
And the brokenness of the world
We are doomed to deny it
And from our denial we will create a monster
Born of the shadows, of shame and rage,
Projected outwards in its desperation to be seen

And a world will be created in our image
But it will be a false world built on lies and fear
Its structures made of the sand of ignorance
Everything will be dominated by division
And we will forget who we are

Without bearing our brokenness
We are ghosts that haunt the earth
Trying to get home

So we must turn towards our wounds
Bear our grief and our shame
Embrace our mortality and our shadows
And begin the process
Of becoming whole

This is the only way home
There are no shortcuts.

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