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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The Openness of Not Knowing

I have been to the darkest places
Crawled on the bottom of the ocean floor
Met, and fallen into, the abyss of hopelessness
I have been confronted with demons and maras
Walked through the forest of shadows
Experienced failure, time and time again
I have faced the horror of suffering
And the unexplainable beauty of existence
Faced my utter aloneness
And seen all my upheld beliefs
Lie shattered on the floor
Obliterated by truth

And what I have learned is to meet life
One step at a time
With no agenda but the openness
Of not knowing
Meeting each experience fresh
And fearless in that openness come what may

This is a journey not a destination.

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The End of Inner War

My secret is simple
I stopped fighting with the world

I stopped arguing and resisting my experience
I gave up the righteousness
And the indignation
The should’s and shouldnt’s
And I just let it all in
Which meant opening so wide
I became as big as a universe

I stopped measuring everything
And just said ok.

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When

When the hard men
Turn towards tenderness
Because they know
That’s what they really want

And the violence
Born of vulnerability
Is seen as futile
And only begets
More violence

When the rich and powerful
Declare war
And no one shows up

When kindness and compassion
Are seen as the highest
Of human qualities

We will know peace
And our communities
Will begin to love each other.

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The Heart Must Open

I woke up this morning
And wanted to write
Something clever and wise
Some great insight
That would strike a chord
In the mind of the one
Who read it

But all I can think about is the heart
And how much love we actually need
And how little of it many of us get
And those thoughts spiraled me downwards
Into the ocean of a kind of grief
Not a sad place
But a true place
A place of love rediscovered
And brought to the parched world

What use is all this
If love is not at the heart of it all
What purpose this life
That we share with others
If love, true love, authentic love,
Is not there, on the table,
Easily seen and openly felt

Have we created a machine-like world
Where love is commodity
A transaction, a thing?

If I have discovered anything
On this long journey of transformation
It is love, pure, honest, simple, open
Real, powerful, compassionate, humble,
Radical, wild, ruthless love
Is the only thing that really matters
And we must do everything we can
To rediscover that love
Lest we wither and perish.

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