The Beauty Is In The Deep

Living on the surface of life
All you see are waves
And that’s what you believe
Just the drama and the chaos
The endless crashing
Of wave upon wave
Occasionally calm
Usually tumultuous

But below the surface
Is a whole world of activity
Deeper, more subtle and profound
It goes deeper and deeper
And there are wonders to behold

And this is how we are
The true beauty of us
Is in our depths
Though we have become
Fixated and absorbed
With the drama on the surface

Become a diver
Into your own vast self
Discover your inner world
Your majesty
Your jewels
For they are surely there
In each of us
When we dare to look.

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Let Me Speak To The Beauty Within

Let me speak to your dream body
And whisper words of openness
That may awaken it to remember its truth

Let me say things that stir your soul
And remind you of something
Almost forgotten
Become just a faint cry in the distance

Let me speak of beauty and grief
Of sorrow and sadness
But also of joy and love
And rekindle your inner flame
So easily extinguished in this harsh world

That small voice within
Let me encourage it and tug at it
Let me say yes you can
Even amidst the no you cannot

There is so much more to us
Than this superficial living knows
A life that dwells quietly and secretly
Below the surface
Let me speak to that
So it may come alive
And animate your every breath.

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Befriend Grief, Discover Joy

This wholesale denial of grief
Renders the village
At war with itself

A people that denies its pain
Its confusion and its sorrow
Cannot truly celebrate its joy

The pushing away of death
Into the shadows
And our inability
To open our hearts
To our wounded state
And let love pour in and out
Keeps the beauty of life
The jewel we seek, peace,
Out of our hands

And we live as ghosts
Dreaming of the things
We could easily have
If only we turned and faced life

The wound is becoming clear
Rising to the surface of the collective
All that was denied is now
Becoming visible

Can we face ourselves?
Or will we yield to the despot
Who cries ‘It’s them!’
And we all turn
And blame someone else
Here we are friend,
In the midst
Of the biggest existential crisis
Since we arrived

Your grief
Your joy
Your openness
Your truth
Your power
Your love
Your beauty
Is in your hands

The only revolution is inside

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Dance of the Soul

Let it be like a dance of the soul
This beauty deep within
A celebration that cannot be named
May it include all our grief and joy
All our loved ones will be there
Regret and loss welcomed
Failure will be championed with open arms
Nothing excluded from the party

Just this unknowable dance of the soul
As it weaves its mysterious way to love

We have moments when it all seems so clear
And then we sweep down into confusion
We know life, we can feel its truth within
And then we know nothing
And it all seems so terrible and painful
This is the exquisite and agonizing dance
The dance of opposites
The dance of paradox
The dance of the temporary
Celebrating it all
Even as it hurts so much

There is such beauty in the soul
I have turned towards that beauty
And now I see nothing else.

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Give Beauty a Voice

I found my purpose
When I fell inside
And stopped looking
I gave up all seeking
Or trying to become someone

And I simply stayed present
And allowed what is already here
To speak itself into form
Thus I discovered my purpose
To say what is here
To give a voice to the beauty
We so easily miss
In all our seeking

Beauty will speak through you also
And when you are no longer restrained
By your own beliefs or any care about convention
You will become that beauty
And your life will be a constant prayer
To the divine

You are beautiful.

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When Love Moved In

When love moved in
It changed everything
Fear moved out
Judgement disappeared
Even self righteousness
Went to stay somewhere else
All the unwanted guests
Who had taken up residence
Just vanished
No more sweeping truth under the carpet
No more foreboding
Nothing left but emptiness
And the sweet fragrance
Of silence

In this new atmosphere
Kindness returned
Joy arrived and settled in
Tenderness filled the air
And playfulness arose with childlike innocence

But this love was like nothing else
It demanded authenticity
And open hearted expression
Yes, it meant vulnerability
And sometimes tears and pain

But this love filled the house
With the most beautiful fragrance
One you could not buy anywhere
No store could stock it
And no one could manufacture it
There are some things we cannot buy.

A Kind of Hidden Beauty

There is a kind of beauty
That cannot be seen
With the ordinary eye
It is beyond the reach
Of the narcissistic ego

This beauty is the truth
Behind the show, behind the mask
It is the beauty of openness
The beauty of the tender heart
It is the beauty that is revealed
When there is no more pretending

Only the nakedness of being

It is the beauty of innocence
It cannot be faked or forced
Manipulated or manufactured

This beauty is a meeting
Between innocent seeing
And innocence revealed
It is exquisite
And, despite our cynical world,
Is still there
Waiting for us all

Most are so preoccupied
With surviving in the marketplace
They lose their beauty
And settle for the mask.

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