Face Yourself

Don’t hide any longer
Face it, whatever it is
Whatever has been un-faced,
Avoided, swept under the rug
It’s there anyway, inside
Nagging away
Trying to get attention
Face it, not with hostility
Or with resentment or resignation
But with openness
With an open mind
And an open heart
Be open to facing, hearing,
Feeling, letting it in

Let it all in
And, by being open and not
Trying to solve it or fight it
It more easily flows through
Into love

Give it freedom
Give yourself the freedom
You deserve
Only you can do that
No one can give it to you
And that freedom
Is the freedom
To face it all
Whatever has been hidden
Denied, explained, locked away
Whatever is still unexplored

You are built to voyage
And the inner journey
Is the most arduous one
But there are strengths unknown
Within each of us
And only when we meet ourselves
Do we really find out who we are
And what we are capable of

Face it.

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You Are The One You Seek

This heart of ours
Is a mysterious thing
Intrinsically connected
To mind and feeling
We say ‘it breaks,’
But it doesn’t really break
We say ‘it opens,’
But it doesn’t really open
We might say we are ‘heavy of heart,’
But the heart is not really heavier

The mysterious heart of us
Holds secrets of life
For us to unlock
It holds the truth of us
Our pain, sorrow, and joy
It holds that which we deny
And turn away from

For many, it is an unexplored cave,
With jewels undiscovered
This most holy of places
Thrives on truth and beauty
Because it only wants to love

Friend, feed your heart,
Not just your mind
Water it daily with poetry
With music and creative abandon
Ignite the flame you long for
Dance, sing, shake it all out
We live in these walls
And they suffocate us

We were born for mystery
We are adventurers
And the most glorious adventure
Is into your own heart.

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The Stillness Within

Staying open while all around
Fall into closure and reactivity
Is like being the eye in the storm
Or the peace in the deepest ocean
While the waves thrash around

Like the zen master
Who sits silently
Even as his own thoughts
Live and then die

If we can find that stillness within
Not through force but surrender
Nothing much will bother us again
And that is a boon to this high drama world

The world will not stop its movement
But we have the capacity
To offer it our stillness.

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The Maturation of the Human

At some point the grape
Must turn to wine
As the caterpillar
Becomes butterfly

It is our destiny to mature
Yet so many only wither
Still on the vine

The maturation is a transformation
A gathering of what we have become
A recognition of old wounds and hurts
And letting them all go
The path of maturity is simple
To just be here in our fullness
Embracing but not dramatizing
That which has hurt us so much

Our uniqueness shines more
When we grow into ourselves
It has nothing to do with what we own
Or what we do
And has everything to do
With how we show up to meet life

If we carry our grievances
Like heavy bags
Our whole lives
What treasures we miss!

We are here for freedom
To be freedom in form
Freedom is being untethered
From the shackles
That have bound us

Maturation into our true selves
Is not spiritual, it’s natural.

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The World is Your True Lover

There is only one relationship happening
One intimate dance throughout our brief stay
Beyond all the coming and going
Of individual players

Our love affair with existence itself
That ongoing push pull between us and the world
We hate it, we love it, we project onto it
We feel rejected by it, misunderstood by it,
We may even leave it
It’s as though our life was our beloved
And we can’t see that, so bedazzled are we
By the details

It’s easy to be confused by life
We seem to suddenly appear, open and vulnerable,
And, within the space of a few short years,
We are told the story of the world
And who to be, name and identity handed to us,
And we live in that way until we exit,
None the wiser, maybe a good player,
But not wise or knowing

Maybe the world itself is your true lover
And everyone who arrives
Are actors and mirrors,
Representatives of the divine
Sent from beyond
To tease us, to test us, to beg us
To challenge us

Because if the world is your true lover
Then the only way is love
And we must love the world
No matter what
No matter how it appears
No matter how broken or beaten
No matter how distressed or angry
To do this is to allow everything to come home.

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The Radiance of the Inner World

Beauty, the true kind of beauty,
That might be called the radiance
Of the inner world
May be glimpsed unexpectedly
But, like the chase for awakening,
It is elusive and will not return through will
Yet it is not hiding, we are

But beauty may be courted
And nurtured with deliberate intent
Through surrender of willfulness
Through opening the heart even in hell
Through celebrating even in the wreckage
Through deciding to see goodness
Not in an offhand superficial way
But really seeing if goodness is there
Behind all this conflict

The ego is a mask
Hiding the true face of beauty
That beauty may be vulnerable, tender,
Or fierce and wild
It is the soul calling out
It might even be the soul of the world itself
Calling out to us, remember me, don’t forget me

When I learned that beauty was hiding
Inside me, like a secret intelligence,
I went in search of it
And in the process became a true lover of love.

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