MY LINE IN THE SAND

And then one day I realized
I had to stand for something
It was my duty to find what mattered
And stand for it
I saw the erosion of our freedoms
The undermining of our truths
The collapse of our rights
And decided I had to say no
That’s not what I want for future generations

And so I made love my line in the sand
Not a weak personal interdependent love
But a ferocious love that does what it takes
To take care of what it values most,
The vulnerable and the innocent,
To take care of who we are
Like a precious child

Sometimes it feels as though our humanity is slipping through our fingers
Under a great, subtle, overt, conscious erosion
While we dally around
Preoccupied with our survival and our habits
Our phones and our apps

We may be the frog
That is slowly being boiled
Unless we stand for something

That’s my line, right there
I call it love.

– Thank you for reading. I don’t often ‘rant’ and it won’t happen again for a while but I feel compelled to state where I am at. I feel passionately that each of us is being called to our own bar now to ask us searching and deep questions about what we are prepared to do for what we truly value. I am responding to this call in the only way I know how. LOVE.

– Kavi

Release the Past

Friend, it is time to stop playing out
The patterns of the past
You are not that past
And you have probably healed it
As much as you can

So now it is time to meet the day with fresh eyes
With clear awareness, no residue, nothing sticky
Just holding everything in the depth of you
As a wise elder, who has been through the wars,
Now meets drama and trouble as the open sky meets the clouds

The truth is the past can never be fully resolved
All we can really do is let it be as it is and release it
It defines us only as long as we choose

There is such a freedom to be found
When we meet the day
The way the day meets us
Fresh and new and open.

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The Door of True Power

The key to inner freedom
Lies in a door in the center of the chest
Not through the myopic lens
Of the five senses tunnel
That feeds the mind
Or the emotional body
That projects its trauma and wounds

The power we seek
Is the door in the chest that, when opened
Allows the greatest power we have,
Unconditional love, to be liberated

Love knows what to do, and does it
This love is not personal love
We may call it the power of universal love
It is the root of right action
And may be the only true way we have
To overcome mind’s fear

All our individual and collective power is inside that door
And as long os it is closed
We are locked out of our inner authority
No one can open it for us
And opening it is an act of free will

Knowing this, what do we do.

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Find Stillness, Wisdom Follows

There is a river of intelligence
That runs through us
A silent stream of goodness and wisdom
That may guide our hand and mind
A gentle nudge or a gut feeling
Or an inner voice that whispers in our ear
This is our true navigation

It is beyond reason
Beyond all information
And beyond mind
It can only be heard in peaceful abiding

The grace of the dawn as it silently arrives
Invites even the most timid bird to sing its courting song

Find stillness and inner wisdom will follow.

Let us Rebuild the World

Let us rebuild the world
With heartfelt praise
Let us water it back to life
With our grief made visible
There is beauty inside everything
But it must be spoken to
It must be courted
As the lover courts his beloved

The world is dry, parched of love water
Choked of grace, longing to be praised

And if we do this, if we offer our deepest,
We will be bringing ourselves back to life
For it is really us who are lost on the road
A thirsty traveller going who knows where
Forgotten why we are even there
Stumbling along, distracted and confused

Let us decide now, you and I,
To rebuild whatever world we can
To allow our tears and our joy
To fall into existence
And bring nourishment
For the benefit of all beings.

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Praise Not Punishment

There is a secret that only the wisest shamans know
It is that praise is what keeps beauty alive
But this praise is not superficial or of the self
It is true, heart pouring out praise of what is truly valued
Praise says ‘You are in the world and you mean something
You are beautiful and I see that beauty and honor it,’

This simple but openly joyous action
Is like pouring water on a parched garden
It brings everything to life
And allows it to shine

It can be praise of a human being
Or a flower or dog or a tree
Or nature itself
Everything will respond in the same way
Because everything is animated by the divine

My poetry is a celebration of this praise
It is the only way I know
To keep the beauty of things alive.

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