All Here By Grace

Sometimes I am a surfer
Riding the waves with skill
Enjoying the freedom
Of the ever changing

Sometimes I hang in there
Holding on by a thread
On the razor’s edge
Determined to stay upright

Sometimes I fall
Plunging into the deep
Rolled by the same waves
I surfed last week

Surfer, tightrope walker and drowner
The ever changing nature of living
In the waves of phenomenon

But the wisdom in me knows
There is an underlying intelligence
That informs the whole experience
Ocean, wave and surfer
Tightrope walker and drowner
All here by grace.

Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash

The Folly of Control

We are passengers, crew, captain and ship
We sail on unknown oceans
We set our sights on one land
And arrive in another
What strange wind blew us?
Were we off course
Or did some unknown intelligence
Guide us there?
We make plans
But there are larger forces at work
That hijack and steal our great vision
And cast it aside like an unwanted toy
So what do we do?

Friend, we must play the game anyway
But never imagine we are in control
Keep one eye forever
On whatever it is that
Really pulls the strings.

Poet of the Ocean

I fell into the ocean of poetry
Struggled to keep myself afloat
Until all hope was abandoned
And I surrendered to my fate
After an eternity of sinking
I made my way back to the shore
Drenched and half drowned
Crawled upon the beach
A stranger approached me
I couldn’t speak
My heart, lungs and mind
Were so filled with poetic water
Eventually I spluttered and a single word
Uttered from my lips….
“Love.”

That was the start of my return
To the human realm.

The Divine and the Human

The sun arrived on time
To greet the cold moon
They were good friends
And went back a long way
Even though they were very different
The sun, after all, was always blazing and radiant
As supreme consciousness
While the moon ebbed and flowed
Like feelings themselves
Watery and human

I stood by the resplendent bay
And wondered why, if our greatest teachers,
The sun and moon
Have no problem
In fact they dance with each other happily
What, I thought,
Is our problem?

Oh! human
Wake up to your divine nature
You are lost in your humanness
But that is not the whole picture
And excluding your divine nature
Will leave you dried up
And miserable

Go to the ocean just before dawn
And see how
There is no conflict
Between the absolute
And the relative worlds
Between the depth of feeling
And exalted pristine consciousness

And carry that truth with you always.

stillness and movement

this morning i looked out
and saw a wondrous sight
this vast empty fullness met me
an ocean stretched out in blue perfection
seemed to kiss the sky as it came down to greet it.
the pacific!
and as i watched it roll and shimmer and crash upon the shore
it seemed so still yet so fluid
such stillness and movement
and i wondered why it is so hard for us
to be like this
today the ocean is my master.

I am in Muir Beach, California.

falling into pisces moon

there she hangs
serene and momentous
powerful beyond measure
calling us
deeper into the darkness

pisces moon
hanging by a thread in the heavens
feeling everything
everywhere

she tugs and pulls
at our fragile hearts
inviting us to break open
and fall into the ocean…

i go willingly
scared but willing
to dissolve
into her

my death is my liberation.

breathing under water

is it possible
to meet life fully
and let the ocean
drown you
until you learn to breathe
under water?

or must we all
try and fight back
the waves
as they crash
upon us?

oh! the endless
pushing back
against the world
makes you so weary

you cannot stop the water
so i say

let it in
let it all in
surrender yourself completely
let it break your heart wide open
until there is nothing left
to protect
and there you will find
the freedom
you seek

there are only two choices
breakdown or breakthrough.