COMPASSIONATE HEART

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.

SET AN EXTRA PLACE

Set an extra place at the table
For the lover, the fool and the mystic
But don’t expect them to be polite

The lover will reveal their torn open heart
The fool will speak words no one else dare utter
And the mystic will weave mysterious tapestries
From the tablecloth

It will be a night to remember
You may never recover your senses.

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

THE RELIEF OF THE WAVE

When the wave falls back into the ocean
What relief it feels

For a moment it had imagined
It was alone and separate
Looking out at all the other separate waves
And it was scared

But that was just a dream
And now what relief it feels
To know itself as wholeness and unity

And, when it looks out at all the other waves,
It sees the truth of them
That nothing can be separate
It can only imagine itself that way

The imagination tells stories
It is very good at that.

Image by PIRO from Pixabay

THE PULL TO GRACE – FRIDAY SHORTS

Hi, Here is a short selection of poems and insights, most of them appeared on Twitter this week:

There are jewels
Of illumination
In the darkness
To discover them
You must journey
Into the dark places within
When you stumble upon
Those jewels
Your surroundings
Will no longer be dark
And your inner eye
Will open to the beauty
And truth

You are searching for.


Many gardens lie barren
Deserted and overrun
With weeds and garbage
Self neglect is an effect
Of trauma and bad conditioning
Yet there is a way back

Know this inner garden
Tend to it, love it
Plant beautiful flowers
And water them daily
Watch it grow
No garden is dead.


To journey far enough inside
That you find equanimity
As a place to live from

And to bring that equanimity
Back to the surface world
And offer to the surface dwellers
So deceived by the pull to judgment

Is a blessing to yourself
And to that divided world.


Be above no-one
And below no-one

Ego lives on comparison
Above or below
Better or worse
Good or bad

Be above no-one
And below no-one

Simply be
Stop feeding the hungry ghost.


Offer others your presence
And your openness
Not your opinion.


Become unshakeable
Not just sometimes
When things are good
But always

Rest so deeply
In the silence of being

That this unshakability
Is an entirely natural occurrence.


The cultural you must die
If you are to truly know yourself

The cultural you
Is the imagined self
Built of conditioning

And ultimately
Is but a shadow
Of the light of who
And what you are.


I will stop there. There are scores of them!
Thank you for reading. Be well.

Santa Fe. We live here.