Everything Wants to Come Home. Let it.

Everything wants to come home in us
All the dark parts and the unloved parts
The neglected and abandoned parts
The unwanted, the ugly and the rejected parts
Everything we turned away from
Because we had to
Everything we still carry around
Secretly or openly
The past always knocking on present’s door
To be welcomed home
Into our loving embrace
Into our open heart

But we turn it away, again and again,
No, we say, not now, I’m trying to meditate
I’m trying to heal, to be spiritual,
I’m trying to be happy or loving
Or I’m trying to hold on to my stories
Because I’m afraid of who I will be
If I let them all go

And so we turn away from
The very thing that can bring us some peace

Open so wide everything gets to come home
Just that one thing can change absolutely everything.

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A Living Softness

Even as the shell appears hard
And the warrior has taken a defensive stance
So there may be a softness
Hidden deep within
A softness in the center

All this surface living bakes us hard
And we easily forget
That softness is grace made human

We live in cynical times
Times of opinion as truth
And a kind of inner strength
Must be carried forth
To meet falseness and despicability

But we are soft at heart
And tenderness, kindness
Is our true strength
If it should wither and perish
We are doomed
And hope of a loving evolution
Must be abandoned

It is up to you and I
To be the carriers of softness
The trustees of tenderness
To carry all that is good
And all that is real
Into the world

There is no need for awakening
To make this so
Just a remembrance of what is true.

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Release the Mind

To sit in the emptiness of it all
Wordless. Silent. Present.
Without trying to understand
No rationalizing or strategizing
No attempt to fix anything
Or make it wrong, or right
All argument with life finished
At least for this brief time
Just listening from openness, as openness
Almost passive yet fully alive
What a gift
What a moment of peaceful union

We are tyrannized by our own thinking
As though the mind were a machine
That, once switched on, will only turn off
At death

The need for mastery of mind
By seeing its incessant nature
Its relentless mechanism
Is a boon to the human experience
We can do this by releasing it
And realizing it is not who we are

We are wordless, silent, present.

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Spirituality is All In

I’ve seen it in many people
They want to let go
But they are still holding on
They want freedom
But they don’t want to burn
In the fire that freedom demands
They want the cake
They think they want to eat it
But they don’t want to slice it
So the cake sits there
And they look at it
And wonder why they are still hungry

You can’t do transformation from a distance
Once the door is open, and you opened it
Because you wanted something different,
Something more, something more real,
It cannot be closed without living in a kind of limbo

Trying to keep warm
But not wanting to get too close
To the fire

You can’t have it both ways
Spiritual freedom
Human freedom
Call it by whatever name
Is not a half hearted path
It’s all in
Every card on the table
Upturned
The gamblers nightmare

But don’t worry
It sounds high drama
And that you will lose everything
But all you lose
Is what’s not real
And what you gain
Is some true peace
And equanimity.

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Consciousness Wears a Mask

The ego self is a disguise
Behind it is openness

Consciousness wears a mask
We pretend to be a self
But really we are not a self
We are are an imagined self

It sounds crazy because it is
And when the ego self is exposed
As the imposter it is
And we rest as the openness we are

Truth is seen
Love is embraced
And everything falls into its right place

We are not who we think we are.

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The Human Dilemma

We arrive on these shores
From some unknown place
By design, by accident or by grace
Our destiny seems to roll out before us
We walk, mostly in a dream state,
Through our experiences
Measuring them against the imagination
Of what we think our life should look like
And yet, when we approach the final moments,
We may see that it was
Exactly the way it should have been after all

Only awakening to our deepest nature
Can reveal the truth of us
Only through the portal
Of life’s richest and most challenging experiences
Can we come to know anything real about life

The beloved, the divine, grace
Calls each of us again and again
To remember something true about ourselves
It might be innocence, or love
It might be the power of grief to transform us
It may be the beauty of joy
Or the joy of beauty
Or it could be to realize
That we know nothing
But we are here in this mystery
Having arrived from some distant place
Thrown together in this way
And it is our task to accept it as best we can
And to look out at each other
And recognize the same journey
In everyone’s eyes

We are alone, together
Dancing in the paradox
Such is our predicament.

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Duality Itself Is Unreal

Today, see duality
With great discernment
But don’t believe it to be truth
Stay resolutely as love
No matter what
It seems almost impossible
Because duality is so convincing
But then, so is virtual reality

We are in strange times
Stay as the wholeness of love
There is insurmountable power
In this one simple decision.

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