The Holy Water We Swim In

Oh! how much I adore these words
Surrender
Kindness
Grace
Beauty
Tenderness
Vulnerability
Innocence

All of them
The arms and the legs of love
All of them underpinning
Our humanity

When the fighting is done
We return to these qualities
Without them we are not human

They are the holy waters we swim in
I see people struggle in their lives
Because they have forgotten
To dive into the only ocean that matters.
Image by David Mark from Pixabay

The Language of Beauty

There is a world inside this one
Its language is beauty
To talk to that world
You must learn to speak
In a different way
The way of the heart

When the relationship
Between the inner world
And the surface world
Is remembered and honored
Harmony returns

First there must be a shedding
Of the old self, the outer skin
The layers of protection
Built up by the illusory need
To live inside walls

You must be willing
To become wild again
To awaken wildness within
To awaken vulnerability
To awaken innocence
And fearlessness
It’s not as terrifying as it sounds
It’s a hair’s breadth away
As close as your skin
And it wants you
As much as you want it
It’s in your willingness to surrender

And then, when you begin to understand
The language of beauty
The world opens its gates to you
And, even though it may look like hell,
You will only see heaven
Not as a delusion
But as a reality.

Image by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay

The Juice of Life

In such great need of control
In fear of his own vulnerability
Enslaved by anger and resentment
And conditioned to mind’s righteousness
Did he squeeze all the juice out of life
Did his inner flame perish
And all beauty fade to grey
Life lost meaning
And he died while living

True life springs from surrender
From embracing our wounds
From walking through darkness
From discovering our inner nobility
From turning towards heart

The juice of life
Is in our brokenness, our kindness
Our tenderness and our beauty
Our sorrow, joy and acceptance
Turn towards it
Again and again and again.
Image by Susanne Jutzeler, suju fotografie from Pixabay

The Garden in Your Heart

Inside you is a garden
It could be eden
Or it could be a wasteland

What grows in the garden
Is not dependent on experience
But on the depth of being
Learned through experience

The seeds are already planted
In each of us, they lie dormant
Our freedom is the choice
Which seeds we water
And which flowers we grow

Even though life is cruel
And we suffer tremendous hardship
Some will still choose
To grow love and kindness
Yet others, some from privilege and power
Choose to grow meanness and division

Our power is on the inside
We get to decide what we water and grow
I choose beauty, tenderness
And the kind of love that heals

Using the choice of what we tend to
What we grow, and what we banish
From our garden
Is a revolutionary act
And no matter what happens
It cannot be taken away

Make the choice wisely
Make it often, every day
Every interaction, every choice
Every time you are triggered
Every time you are insulted
When anger rages
When vengeance rears its head
In difficult times
And easy times
Remember your power to choose.

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Follow Your Deepest

It is there, inside,
Like a light
Hidden by clouds
It is your inner guidance
The task is not to find it
But to remove all that obscures it

Follow your deepest calling
Dear heart
It’s the only thing
That will lead you to true love

At first we play on the surface
But over time we yearn for more
That yearning is for the deepest
It’s your soul calling
Listen quietly and softly
And follow it
Even if it scares you
Or seems crazy
Still follow your deepest
It is calling you home.

Tend to your Garden

Distracted by practicalities
He forgot to nurture his soul
Slowly his inner flower wilted
And beauty did perish
The light of love faded
And life became meaningless

Without the inner life
The life that brings joy and depth
We are little more than robots

Nurture and water the garden
Tend to it diligently with great care
It will feed you and ripen you
You will become a great tree
And others will come
To savor your fruit.
Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Everyone Can Fly

Once your wings start flapping
Their flaps of freedom
Once you leap from the nest
And that initial terrifying moment happens
And the wings open
And you start flying
Don’t stop
Don’t over analyze
Why your wings are flapping
Don’t think too much
Don’t look back
Don’t look down
Don’t panic
Or overflap
Just keeping flying
Until it starts to happen
By itself
And it will

That’s how change happens
It’s not in the mind
No theorizing can do it
But leaping, with enough preparation
So you actually know about flying
But then when it’s time
Leaping, flying, soaring
Trusting, persisting, surfing
Gliding

That’s how birds do it
That’s how I do it
That’s how we do it

I thought I couldn’t fly
Until I actually opened my wings and jumped
Then I realized I was pretty good at it

And I’m no different to you.

Photo by Irina Blok on Unsplash