I have seen your true face
And it is beautiful
Not by gazing into
Some piece of glass
But by feeling it
As you fall ever deeper
Into the mystery
You are.

Speak your name
Into the world
You were gifted a voice
To share your wisdom
To say what must be said
Don’t allow self worth
To stand in the way
Don’t worry about being strong
Or being ready
That day is already here.
Everything denied
Eventually makes itself known
One way or another
All things want the light
The darkness finds a way
To express itself
And the shadow
Follows us because
It wants to come home.
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If we could just touch
Our unconditional nature
And catch a glimpse
Of eternity’s secrets
For one exquisite moment
We might stop being
So lost in form’s illusion.
The world is pouring through you
For healing and purification
Don’t judge it so harshly
All things want love
That’s why you are here.
Speak only of tenderness
On days like these
Accept love’s open arms
And be held in the unconditional
The heart is revealed
As not made of stone
But of flesh and blood and spirit
We are fragile creatures
Walking a precarious path
With little knowledge of what awaits
Cherish this.
I see the tears you cry
As radiant jewels
Falling softy from eternity
Into the human realm
Lighting the way home.
Your heart is the bridge
Between your humanity
And your divinity
When there is harmony
It means there is a free flow
Of humanity into divinity
And divinity into humanity
And there is no division within
Only wholeness
A whole human being
If this flow is impeded
There is imbalance
And something is denied
Either an armoring of the heart
Or a denial of the mind
A lopsided human experience
Misses the mark
And creates suffering
Both personal
And collective
Embracing all your humanity
With its pain and sorrows
Without getting completely lost
Allows the bridge to open
Your heart is an extraordinary thing
A doorway that, once open,
Allows the full coming and going
Of the profound and the profane.
Throw open the doors of your heart
Give up all this bartering and negotiating
Love is not for trading
Although the transactional mind
Will tell you otherwise.
This compassionate heart
That grew inside me
Was born from pain
And desperate attempts
To keep away from old wounds
Lost in addictions and avoidance
Strategies that failed
And only brought me greater suffering
And suffering to those around me
When I gave up fighting
My world caved in
And the resistor was destroyed,
Broken up and dissolved
What remained, and it took many years
And many tears
Was this compassionate heart
I saw myself in everyone
I saw everyone’s pain and sorrow
I saw the patterns we weave
And the strategies we employ
I realized that only kindness really works
And only a compassionate embrace
Of all human troubles
Releases us to be who we are.