The Great Adventure of Surrender

A great adventure awaits the one willing to surrender
For in surrender the you you think you are
Begins to slowly dissolve

You start to surrender parts of yourself
Not to some thing outside yourself
But to life itself, to your direct experience
At first this may be a huge insult to the ego
But if that is also surrendered,
In fact whatever is experienced is surrendered
What ever is thought or imagined is surrendered
A great and beautiful dissolvement happens

And you will fall further inside yourself
You will meet challenge upon challenge
But each encounter will forge you
And each surrender will deepen you

Until there is nothing more to surrender
And then a deep stillness and peace arises
And you become the silent heartbeat of the world

If there is a key to freedom, it is surrender.

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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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Our Silent Prayer

Today, let us not talk about our troubles
Or the troubles of the world
We can just sit here quietly together
Gazing at the stars as they glisten
The heavens as they turn
There is no need to even speak
Words so often miss the mark
Our silence will say all we need
We can let everything be just the way it is
Our silent communion will be our prayer.

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Dissolved Into Silence, He Truly Lives

I cannot contain my life within my life
All sense of myself
As a separate person has gone

And I have become everyone
And all things of creation
I am you, him, her, child and dying person
I am the sun and moon, the stars and heavens
Fish, dog and ant
I see the beetle scurrying across my path
And I am that beetle scurrying to the other side
I am all feelings and no feelings
Nothing seems to be mine
And everything is borrowed
I am dreamer dreaming
And the dream
All life appears to emanate from me
Yet I have gone
Nothing separate to call myself

A love, yes
A kind of reverie of love
A tasting of time’s fleeting moments
Everything here and then vanished

Only presence remains
In silence everything manifests
In silence everything dissolves
What, then, is real.

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Relate From Silence

Each day we are invited
In every encounter we have
In all interactions, transactions and negotiations
And even the confrontations
We are being silently invited
Deeper, beyond the brittle self
Deeper, into a more intimate way
Deeper, into a true communion
But fear, rigidity and ignorance of the way
Prevents all but the few
Being fully present in these times

Here is the thing
If you can’t relate from silence
If your world is full of noise
You are not really alive
Not really living

Meet me in this silent presence
We will speak no words
When we greet each other
And our silence will say more
Than all meaningless chatter
That occupies the mind
But avoids the heart.

Trust Only Silence

Trust only the silence
Out of which everything arises
All this talk about the fire
Does nothing to keep us warm
Only the fire itself can do that

We can talk and talk
About awakening
We can understand the world
And ourselves
Intellectually and philosophically

But only when we fall into the deepest silence
Will we know what anything really is

Let the talking stop now
Aren’t you tired of all the words.

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Let Love Meet Itself

I have given up living on the surface
Accepted that I am no longer able
To speak in the old way
All it is now is poetry and beauty
My talk quickly turns to love
And I get frustrated listening
To words of avoidance
And self deception

A word to the wise
If we should meet
You and I
Let it be like this
Two silences
Love meeting love
Emptiness to itself
Let our presence
Say it all
And our mouths
Say nothing.

Through Love’s Eyes

We scurry about
In our self importance
And love looks on

We proclaim ourselves
Owners of our empires
Prideful and arrogant
And love looks on

We reject and abandon
We judge and we hate
And love looks on

With cruel heart
And righteous mind
We hurt those we love
And those we hate
And love looks on

We divide life
Into good and bad
According to our beliefs
And we deride those
Who disagree
And love looks on

What hope is there
If we don’t turn our gaze
And look through love’s eyes.

All Things Are Equal

Last night I saw the heavens open
I watched as the sky cried its mournful tears
There were worlds within worlds
Eternity stretched out in all directions
Waving into form and out of form
This bewildering rising and falling
And such a stillness at the heart of it all

This morning I woke up
And attended to the chores
I washed the dishes
And made breakfast
In the simplicity of things.

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The Existentialists Time – 5am

Often I get up before dawn
Silently creeping from the warm bed
Where my beloved lays sleeping
I wander the emptiness for a while
Without any focus, nothing in particular
And then I make coffee
And sit
There is such sweet delight to sit
Before the world starts
And allow whatever words to fall out
And if nothing should happen
Well that’s ok as well

This pre dawn
This time before the world
Is the existentialists time
Alone and silent, before birth
Just this pure emptiness
Filled with creativity
Knowing the inevitable, unstoppable
Rising of the day
Powerless in the face of time

And thus, in no time at all,
Did 6am roll around
And pretty soon his beloved emerged
Yawning and smiling her delight
As the sun peeked over the horizon
And the wave rolled on

Ah! time is such a blessing
And a curse.