Take Off The Armor, It’s No Longer Needed

This armor we wear
So convincingly
Shouldn’t last forever
It’s not meant to
It’s just supposed to protect us
For a while, while we are raw
And hurting
But we forget to take it off
And we forget we have it on

But over time we weary of it
And long for our nakedness
And innocence

And there it is
The very armor we donned
For protection
Is stuck to us
Locking us in
We thought we were
Keeping the world out
But we were shutting ourselves in

And that is where the journey takes place
With great tenderness and care
Allowing, removing, revealing
Trusting that what is being protected
And imprisoned
Is ready to breathe,
Is ready to stand naked in the world

Eventually the armor must come off
And oh! what lies behind that armor
Is the true beauty and naked truth
That has always been there
Silently and patiently waiting
For that time when it could live again
In freedom and natural joy

This journey is worth everything
Every tear, every struggle
Every drop of surrender
Every rageful scream
And every hot emotion

Whatever it takes to remove the armor
Is worth it
To become naked once again.

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My Spirit Stays True

Oh my life has been a warrior’s journey
There have been many battles
All with my own demons
There has been great darkness
I walked through it
Many I have known have fallen
Some by their own hand
I have pressed on
Often wondering why
I have been brought to my knees
Until I stayed there
I have learned humility
And the power of kindness
I chose to persist
Even as mind screamed doom
And I saw the light of love
Somewhere in the distance
And walked towards that light
Until it became me
Now I carry the scars
Of past battles
And a worldly knowledge
Of the patterns of life
But my spirit stays true
Lit as it is by love’s brightness
As it beams out for others
To navigate their way home.

Break the Chain of Unconscious Patterns

We have grown smarter but smaller
As the centuries have rolled by
And we have inherited
So many unconscious patterns
From wounded ancestors
Unable to heal their own trauma
We have grown energetically smaller
We live longer but we have become sicker
Our immune systems are weakened
Our nervous systems are damaged
We are fragile emotional beings
But our minds have become smarter
At least technically

So it’s not all bad news

But we have fallen from grace
Not in some religious pious way
But simply our energy lacks grace
The grace of innocence and joy
The loss of freedom
We have inherited toxic patterns
From endless ancestral trouble
Lodged deep in our energy systems
In our fragile immune systems
Deep in our beliefs

It’s not just your burden you carry
It’s your ancestors

And that is why
This is your time
And my time
To heal ourselves
To heal our wounded emotions
Our compromised immune systems
Our weakened nervous systems
And restore ourselves to integrity
And grace will return
And we will remember
Our innocence and truth

The buck of this unconsciousness must stop
And we are the ones to say ‘It stops here.’

You have an incredible power
When you are able to release yourself
From the grip of these old patterns
It takes effort, dedication, surrender, forgiveness,
Wisdom, insight, tenderness, and a huge heart,
But it is all there for you

The freedom we seek
The collective awakening we so desire
Is in this transformation
The transformation of old ancestral burdens
And the healing of past unconsciousness
Into the truth and grace of our innocence
This is the cleansing
This is the healing.

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Falling Into What Is Natural

Don’t be deceived by the material world
It is only half of the truth
There is an invisible world
Inside the material one
Natural, Intelligent and benevolent
Remember this even in the midst of trouble

After living in full acceptance
Of this invisible intelligence
For some time
It becomes more real than the material one
And you realize everything has changed
Some call this awakening
I call it falling into what is natural.

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Indomitable Spirit

Spirituality is ‘of the spirit’
No more than that
Spirit is that essence within us
Unnamable and unknowable
But without which we are nothing
To develop indomitable spirit
Means to keep going
To keep walking
No matter what
With a dignity and humility
To walk through it all
As the stories, the tragedies and dramas slip by
As the days ebb away
As life’s spring
Becomes death’s fall
To walk willingly
With an indomitable spirit
Noble of heart even in brokenness
Neither higher nor lower
Neither more than or less than
But with the grace
Of a zen master
In presence
And openness
Until there is no more you.

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Radical Beauty

Throw away all this politeness
And speak up for beauty
And love!

Declare yourself a radical
Don’t hold your tongue any longer
Speak what is deepest in your heart
Serve your soul’s loving
What is there to lose?

You have been holding it back
Fitting in, keeping quiet,
Trying to find the middle ground
Not rocking the boat

Rock the boat beautifully
Declare yourself to the world
Show your hand
Daunt your friends with your love
And with your honesty
Speak up for kindness and tenderness
The way those who laud hatred so proudly do

Serve beauty with all your heart
And something mysterious will happen
Beauty will see and hear you
And start serving you…not your false self
But the true and authentic you

Jump in, let’s go!
There’s not a moment to lose…

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When the Divine Appears

Some of this poetry is ecstatic
Some of it ordinary
Steeped in a kind of sadness
Kindness appears often
It can be gentle or ferocious
A storm or a calm sunset
I beseech
I tease
I challenge
And I love

I know what I am doing
And I don’t know what I’m doing
There is no plan or grand design
No marketing or sales pitch

I seek authenticity always
And cannot tolerate lies or deception

But there is something deeper
At the heart of all this writing
And sometimes it comes through
If I keep opening the door
If I stay willing to just lay it all bare
Sometimes, when the wave is high
The DIVINE appears
And smiles
And lays beauty upon us all
Upon you and me
And that is our healing

I live for that, and it cannot be forced, only invited,
And then we must carry on anyway regardless
The DIVINE has its own time, its own way
All we can do is court it.

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