Without Love, Who Are We?

In these strange and unsettling times
We are being given a window
To look upon what world we want
For ourselves, our children and others
And maybe that means we need to ask ourselves
Some difficult questions
Without love as the root of our individual and collective world
Who are we
Without all that is born from love
Kindness, compassion, humility and courage
Who are we
Without this invisible bond of love
That glues us all together
In a thing called humanity
Who are we

We all know fear and what it does
We have tasted its power within us
And seen its effect outside us
It is an addictive drug that won’t let go
And the dealers know it

Without love as the ground of life
Who are we

So we must choose, again and again
To embrace love’s truth
And live it as though we mean it

Love is not a neutral thing
Or just some invisible essence
Or a badge we wear sometimes
It is a powerful and visible emanation
That is revealed always
It is not something to be embarrassed about
No…
If you have managed to become rooted in love
It is something to be declared
‘I am for love!’

For without love, who are we.

You Can Only Serve One Master

Man’s darkness
His inner demons
And denied pain
His runaway righteous ego
And his moral dereliction
Eventually brings him
To his knees

In this time of great asking
He chooses humility
Or he chooses war
He chooses to open his heart
Or he chooses denial and arrogance

He cannot choose both
You can only serve one master

Each of us faces a choice every day
Before, during and after the virus days
We will still face the same choice

Which master will we serve?

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At Home – Turn Off and Go Inside

Here we are, all at home
There are moments of hope
And periods of despair
Fear and anxiety punctuate the day
Frustration and anger rise
Waves of confusion
Some are triggered into behavior
They mostly avoid
And often regret
Yet still it persists, day upon day,
Those who dare plug into the news
May instantly wish they hadn’t
For it seems as though it’s
The blind leading the blind

All I can say is
Don’t be strong, be true
When you feel angry, be it
But don’t take it out on anyone
If waves of despair crash upon you
Drown for a while
It’s no ones fault that you will ever find
Feel it all fully, and let it wash through you
Hold on to nothing
It could be the cleansing you need
Don’t try and be happy
Just be how you are
This is your chance to go deeper
And if you feel nothing
Or do nothing
That’s ok as well
Turn off the news and go inside
This could be when you find out
Who you really are, what makes you tick
What you really believe, what you fear
And what you truly want.

Here we are at home.

Keep Putting Out Love

I have learned so very much in this life
But there is one thing I have learned
Above all else
And that is that if you truly believe
Love is the highest truth of our humanity
Then you must keep on putting it out
No matter what
Especially in times of crisis
And as we struggle in uncertainty
Just keep on putting out love
From the deepest place within yourself
Live it, breathe it, feel it
Allow it into every experience
Don’t be partisan with it
Be gloriously free with it
It will feed you, feed others
And feed the world of your experience
Keep putting out love.

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Enter This Moment Empty

What does this moment have to teach us
We who are so full of ourselves
Who arrive everywhere filled to the brim
The moment can only teach those who are empty

If we are full where is the room for anything new?

The wisdom and intelligence of this moment
Cannot compete with the fullness of self
It’s a different kind of intelligence
It can only be heard from emptiness

And so to really hear, to really be able
To receive the deepest wisdom this moment
Has to offer us, in its vastness and eternal depth
We must enter this moment naked and empty

The moment has everything to teach us
But our task must be the seemingly arduous one
Of emptying and not filling up again.

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On Our Knees We Are True

Those who are prepared to be humbled
Are shown the beauty of grace
And the power of love

While those who uphold themselves
With bombast, and cling to being right
At any and all cost
Will never know beauty or tenderness
By clutching so tightly at self righteousness
They are already in a self created hell

The meek, the humble and the true
The lover, the open hearted and the kind
Never really left eden
And they tend the garden with their tears
And with their joy
Hoping one day their lost brothers and sisters
Will return to their true nature.

There is a secret doorway to freedom
Called humility.

This is not religious.

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