The Carpet

I’m not going to lie to you
I’m only interested in stirring your heart
So that everything trapped in it falls out

I’m not going to pretend
Or feed your mind lots of spiritual truisms
I want what’s beyond your thinking

I’m not going to present you with an argument
Or persuade you of anything
I want to ignite your inner fire
So that it burns up what is no longer needed

I can’t offer you any method or path
All I can do is lay this carpet of beauty out
In the hope that you will jump on
And fly into the mystery of the unchartered and unknown

There are secrets within each of us yet to be discovered
The majesty of the universe is contained behind those doors
I’m trying to offer you the key to unlock them.

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The Path of Beauty

The reservoir of grief
Held back by the dam of denial
Burst its banks one day
And what poured forth was rage

Those who knew about such matters
Had predicted it would happen
For it is the natural law
That says ‘What is suppressed
Will eventually make its way to the surface,’

The spring of joy finally bubbles up to the surface
After passing through the darkness
Where rocks squeeze together
Creating create pressure

The path of beauty is discovered
Through the embracing of suffering
Not the turning away from it.

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Let us Rebuild the World

Let us rebuild the world
With heartfelt praise
Let us water it back to life
With our grief made visible
There is beauty inside everything
But it must be spoken to
It must be courted
As the lover courts his beloved

The world is dry, parched of love water
Choked of grace, longing to be praised

And if we do this, if we offer our deepest,
We will be bringing ourselves back to life
For it is really us who are lost on the road
A thirsty traveller going who knows where
Forgotten why we are even there
Stumbling along, distracted and confused

Let us decide now, you and I,
To rebuild whatever world we can
To allow our tears and our joy
To fall into existence
And bring nourishment
For the benefit of all beings.

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Praise Not Punishment

There is a secret that only the wisest shamans know
It is that praise is what keeps beauty alive
But this praise is not superficial or of the self
It is true, heart pouring out praise of what is truly valued
Praise says ‘You are in the world and you mean something
You are beautiful and I see that beauty and honor it,’

This simple but openly joyous action
Is like pouring water on a parched garden
It brings everything to life
And allows it to shine

It can be praise of a human being
Or a flower or dog or a tree
Or nature itself
Everything will respond in the same way
Because everything is animated by the divine

My poetry is a celebration of this praise
It is the only way I know
To keep the beauty of things alive.

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The Jewels In Your Heart

In your heart I see jewels
Rubies and emeralds
Diamonds and sapphire
Maybe a little dull and dusty
Hidden from the sun for so long
Neglected and half abandoned
Yet still they are there, waiting

Oh my friend of the long road
Neglect those precious stones no more
But seek to polish them with your surrender
With your willingness and resolve
And with your service to what is true in you

Everything wants to shine.


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Court Beauty

The beauty I point to
Is not superficial, not a surface thing
Nothing the mind can grasp or interfere with
It cannot be bought or sold
Forced or manipulated

The beauty I speak of
Is only discovered through
A kind of courtship with the beloved
We may say it reveals itself
In surrender, in tenderness,
In our embracing of grief
Or as we fall into the unknown
And let go

As the tears flow into the world
The invisible intelligence
That lives inside everything
Is fed by those tears
And offers itself back to us as beauty
This is the true joy.

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Listen to the Voice Within Everything

Friend, that is it, that whisper in the noise
That nudge, that birdsong in the early morning
The gentle breeze in the trees
The lapping of the waves on the shore
The cloud, the thunder, the rain
All of them pointing to the beauty

Don’t keep turning away
You are feeding the wrong garden
Listen to the voice within everything
Hear what is really being said
There is a secret language being spoken
Even human beings use it
Listen inside the words of your lover
Or your friend or enemy

When you learn to hear deeper
The whole world whispers to you
And you start to know the truth of things.

LOOK INTO YOUR OWN HEART

To find the truth
You must look deep into your own heart
Into your soul and into your deepermost being

The spiritual wayfarer who tries to find truth
By accumulating knowledge
Will, quickly or slowly, find themselves at a dead end
With nowhere left to go but in

That is a beautiful moment
For then the journey really begins
As the knots and the protective layers
That cover up vulnerability
Are met, embraced and dived into
A profound deepening happens
And a great tenderness arises

By and by this opening and tenderness
Reveals itself as the truth
Not as a mental construct
But as a flower that opens
When its time comes

As a lived reality.

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