IT IS ALRIGHT

There is a point on the journey
Of awakening
When you realize
It is all alright
It always was alright
It always is alright
And it always will be alright

Despite the suffering, the hardship,
The war, the loss, the grief,
The violence, the terrible things
We do to ourselves and each other

Still…
It is all alright
It always was alright
It always is alright
And it always will be alright

There is no way of explaining this
So the mind that is divided understands
It is not an argument or a belief
And it doesn’t stop the wheel of pain

It just brings great relief

For you have fallen into your god essence
And realized that separation
Is the most beguiling of illusions
But ultimately untrue.

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STOP TRYING TO FIX EVERYTHING

How easily we can offer another
Our opinion or insight
How deftly our guidance
Rolls off the tongue with such knowing

Yet how difficult it is
To just sit silently with another
As they grieve or rage
Or moan with confusion

No, we are trained to be fixers
And we do it to the best of our ability

But when the other says
‘Stop trying to fix me,’
We are lost, and affronted,
And confused

Largely because we have no capacity
To be with ourselves
Without trying to do the same thing.

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TURN OFF

At some point
You have to turn off
The internal and external narration
And see what remains

Turn off the news
Turn off the radio
Stop reading the latest reports
Of whatever agenda is current
And cease listening
To the constant babble
From the agitated mind

And see what remains
See how the organism
Quietens and softens
And begins to live
From a deeper
And more natural intelligence

It’s not ignorance
It’s sanity.

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ON HUMILITY

Only the humble man or woman
Can know the deepest peace

The righteous ego, built on its pridefulness,
Has no capacity to know humility

For true humility is the sacrifice
Of the righteous ego itself

And the righteous ego
Will do everything in its power
To maintain its own existence

Ironically, while the ego tells the world
That humility is the greatest weakness there is,
The truth is the opposite
And humility opens the door
To the miraculous natural power of the universe

While the ego is busy trying to acquisition
All the power for itself.

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth” (Matthew 5:5)
Blessed = Happy and peaceful
Meek = Gentle of spirit, humble and true
Inherit the earth = Become natural

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All Our Ancestors

To a certain extent
Ancestral heritage
Is the passing on
Of unresolved wounds
Hardship and pain
Survivalism and suffering

That which our ancestors
Could not meet and transform
Is passed on like a hot coal
To the next generation
On and on it goes
Even on the cellular level

We are vibrationally and energetically
The carriers of our ancestors
Some of our deepest unknowable movements
May have the fragrance
Of countless generations in them

And now you and I are here
With the opportunity
To end the ancestral passing on
Of unmet wounds

You and I
Are where the buck stops
And the resolution, forgiveness and love
We can find in ourselves
Will be passed on, not just to future generations,
But even on some mysterious level
To those ancestors who played some part
In bringing us here

That’s how important our transformation is.

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BITTER SWEET

Oh! the bitter sweet taste of this life
The endless searching for the sweet
And the turning away from the bitter
Yet this bitter taste
Is unavoidable
And, tough as it may be,
We must somehow find a way
To reconcile these seeming opposites

There is a place within us
That knows the bitter and the sweet
To be the same
May our true search be for that resting place.

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WELCOME THE WORLD HOME

The world of your experience
Wants to come home
And it can only do it through you

You are the way
That the world becomes purified
And you can only do this
By opening so wide
Into the deepest acceptance
That everything is allowed
To find its true resting place

This itself is profound
And is how the world is healed.

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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.

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THE DANCE OF EXISTENCE

This morning
In the early hours of silent dawning
The gentle sound
Of a conversation
Wrapped me in its arms

The coyote yipped its magic and trickery
It spoke of how things are not what they seem to be
And it laughed at how serious owl was

Owl was silent for a long time
Unimpressed with coyote’s jibes
‘I see you coyote, even in this darkness,’
Said the wise owl

This jousting game continued for some time
Each taking its turn
Coyote darting around, needling owl
And owl looking on with regal nonchalance

Both carried the wisdom of the deepest intelligence
And as I lay there
Absorbed by the yip yip and the hoot hoot
I fell into a reverie
Of such beauty I wept
Everything, and everyone, all humans
And all the creatures of the world
Warm blooded and cold blooded
Flying creatures and swimming creatures
Were dancing the dance of existence
Even the trees and the plants
And the rocks and the planets
Were doing the dance of existence
Each content with its own realm of being
And each filled with joy
At seeing the others dancing
Everything in utter harmony
With everything else

When I awoke all was silence
Dawn was breaking open
Yet, somewhere in the distance,
From the top of a tall tree
A crow sang the world awake.

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