We are dancing in an endless ocean of love Swimming with the beautiful ones Unlocking the door to eternity Feeling the breath of the ecstatic wind Catching a glimpse of the sun As it pours out its light For the lovers of the world
It’s like a riddle Made only for you You have to work it out No one can do it for you Others may point Inform and guide But only when truth Falls into you Into your belly Into your heart Into your blood and bones Will it make any sense
The journey is deep And the challenges many Emotions run hot Beliefs become entrenched The path of understanding Draws us inexorably But only when truth Falls into you Into your belly Into your heart Into your blood and bones Will it make any sense
We are perfectly imperfect Hurt and fragile Indomitable and courageous Tossed by the ocean Thrown upon the shore Desperate to make comprehend Yet terrified of our darkness But only when truth Falls into you Into your belly Into your heart Into your blood and bones Will it make any sense.
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The true spiritual path is tough At some point you may find yourself drowning In an ocean of delusion Games coming undone, unraveling Beliefs that seemed so real Shaking at their foundations All this can feel overwhelming
Friend, learn to breathe under water This drowning is the divine calling you Inviting you to let it all go And stay in the honesty of the unknown
Be softly still And let what needs to fall, fall There is no other way.
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The tangled web we weave Entangling ourselves and each other In the stickiness Like a glue that wants to harden And solidify into something fixed
All this entangling must come undone Sometimes in one fell swoop Often as a gradual erosion
The inherited and conditioned patterns Woven into us unconsciously Parents, religion, morality All the ancestral wounds Playing themselves out in each of us
All this must cease being the driver Of our urges, our habits and our addictions
This is a call to become naked and innocent To fall into the unknowing-ness prior to personality
It is no small call, not for the feint of heart It is a warriors challenge, for it takes great courage To take everything off To remove the veils To open Pandora’s box To meet the ghosts To face any and all demons Not from a place of war But from the deepest peace and openness As the sky accepts the tumult of the storm.