Hopeful or Hopeless

I am neither full of hope
Nor am I filled with hopelessness
This poetry, these words of love,
Are rooted in themselves
Not offered to you
In the hope of salvation or a new world
Or the desperation of hopelessness
I do not swing between these two poles
I am for beauty
And love’s openness
Here and now, in this moment
Let the future take care of itself
I am here with the present
Too busy dancing and singing
Crying and grieving
Too filled with this wonder
To be lost in hope or hopelessness.

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We Are Drowning

And as we drown
On the existential level
As our very heart
Is invalidated and brushed aside
We die to beauty and tenderness
This world will kill us
Not in the way we imagine
But it will kill our souls
It will make us weary
Always fighting each other
Over troubles we have created ourselves

We are drowning
And without a shift in the way we are
Without a radical change in consciousness
We will drown
We are a tired and angry species
Born for love
Lost in confusion
The heart hangs on by a thread
While fear runs its rampant course

Our butterfly moment
When the old dies
But the new has not yet arrived
We must endure our drowning
And each of us who is called
Must find their way through the darkness
To the light of truth
Each soul that wakes up
Carries a torch that is passed
From one to another to another
Until momentum takes over
And it carries itself

Maybe this is what it takes
For us to change our tired old ways.

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Love’s Mirage

To the open one
The one who has torn off the veil
And now meets life
As openness and acceptance
To that one who has put down
All strategies of defensiveness
And lives from expanded heart

The whole of life as it appears
Is a mirage, an illusion,
Albeit a very convincing one,
Concealing love itself
Behind all form is love
And form is actually
The manifestation of love

But oh how we are beguiled by appearances!
And readily we forget love’s truth
And create this conditional exchange
Scrubbed up and sold as love
But yet a distant and forlorn cousin

I say you must dismantle false love
You must dissolve the mirage of the conditional
Undo all that has been wrongly done up
See clearly behind all this trickery
Into the true heart

There, behind the false face
Is the true one radiating brilliant beauty
Unconditional acceptance
And bewildering wisdom.

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The Path of Non Judgement

To be non reactive
In a world of triggers
Is to be free
Of the shackles
That tie us down
And clip our wings

To be non reactive
Is to have no more charge
In the body mind system
No vestige of the past
Playing itself out
In the present

To be non reactive
Is to bring freedom
To not only yourself
But everyone around you

You don’t have to be awakened
To become non reactive
But you do have to be willing
To die each time
The reactive mechanism kicks in
This is the most challenging thing
And the most rewarding
Because it leads to peace

Non reactivity is ZEN
When non reactivity is reached
Choice can truly happen
Until then there is a part of us
That is pavlovian
Stuck in trigger and response
Like an animal

No…make a choice
Again and again
To meet the world
To meet your own thoughts
With equanimity
And non judgment
This is the true path
And the hardest
And the one that brings freedom.

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Surrender To Love

I surrendered to love
And I became myself

But don’t imagine that surrender was easy
For it was an unconditional surrender
It demanded all that was false in me
All that was righteous and arrogant
All that was deceptive and manipulative
All that was hiding behind defenses built to keep danger out
And all strategies for survival of this ego self

This love I speak so much about
Is powerful and total
It’s not the new age kind of love so popular now
It can be ruthless and radical
Its ‘no’ is as big as its ‘yes’
It wants all of you, or you may as well not bother

I gave myself to that love
It showed up unexpectedly
And when I really saw love’s power
I realized it was showing up everywhere
In everyones life
There it is now, friend, can you see it?
It is all around you, in every encounter
And in every resistant thought
Behind everything is love’s invitation

I surrendered all I was to that love
And I became myself, naked and free and real
Before that I was a shadow of me
A possibility, a potential, a game player
Now that is all gone
And there are no more shadows.

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The Divine Invitation TO OPENNESS

The Divine shows up
Every day, every hour, every minute
Always with the same invitation
To surrender the righteous ego self
And to fall into love’s openness

In our fear, arrogance and ignorance
We turn away, again and again,
Until we get so tired of fighting
We either become sick or desolate

Or we make a decision
We decide to show up for the
Divine invitation
And we do that over and over again
Because the righteous one
Has ruled over us for many years
And relinquishes power begrudgingly

But that is the warrior’s task
To meet oneself resolutely, softly,
Diligently, purposefully, lovingly
Until the right relationship with self
Has been restored

There is an art and method
To living as openness
It doesn’t just happen by accident
Like all art it takes practice
And application.

The Future Is Unknown

Here in the desert
The culmination of a long journey
Driven by longing
Held by grace
Walking an unknown path
Through hardship and darkness
Challenge and demand
Pulled by inevitability and fate
Some paths are mysterious
And beseech us to surrender everything

And thus we arrived
Far away from England’s shores
In the high desert of Santa Fe
It means holy faith
And maybe that’s why we’re here

New Mexico enchantment
Big sky with jewel stars
Adobe softness and shimmering light
Drew us from the moment we set foot here

I never expected to leave England’s gravity
I found it hard to get outside London
And I wasn’t one of life’s travelers
But something happened on the way to safety
And I got pulled into the unknown
By my beloved
Who wanted more
Who longed for adventure and destiny

Thus we set sail into the void
And here we are
The Enchanted Land
Hot, dry, mysterious, old, artistic,
Quixotic, quirky and familiar
There is something alive in the ground here
In the sky and in the air

Never imagine you know what’s up ahead
You don’t
And if there is something, or somewhere,
Calling you, serve that voice,
It may have your destiny written into it.