Love is Trying to Find You

Love is always trying to find you
But you resist and resist
Saying you are not ready
But you ARE ready
You have never been more ready

Love is beckoning you to its door
And into its kingdom
But you say ‘I need to resolve this
And I can’t let go of this,’
And you hesitate at the threshold
Imagining there is more you should do or know

Love, your true home,
Doesn’t care about what you think
Or what you imagine
It comes at you, beseeching, begging, demanding

Give yourself once and for all to this inner calling
What do you have to lose?
Only the remnants of clothes you once wore
With pride and pomp
Only the threads of your worldly robes
That no longer fit or even suit you

Love is trying to find you
Surrender once and for all
It will be such a relief.

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The Beauty Always Here

The more tender and open we become
The more profound is the beauty
That reveals itself to us
The beauty is always here
It is us who are not available, for we are not here

Sometimes we may stumble upon this beauty
By grace, accident or great shock
Some have seen it in the space between life and death
Yet always these moments are fleeting
And leave us with longing and desire
To become established in that beauty, that love

And there the journey home really begins
The unravelling of what was once thought true
The meeting of ones darkness and what was denied
The falling, the grasping, the letting go
As the unknown looms large with great portent

And we may even become distracted for some time
By the imagination, as it dreams of what that beauty looks like
The mind is tenacious and hijacks everything
Including the truth, and it will tell us we know what to look for
And this detour may prevail for years

But by and by everything that is not the true path
Becomes a dead end

And we are left naked and vulnerable
And in that nakedness is our innocence
And in that innocence is the beauty
We so desperately sought
We must return to the garden naked and empty.

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The Dance of Awakening

You can only really dance
When you let go of everything
And live entirely in the moment
Then the movement and energy
That was there anyway
Touches you at the core
And vibrates its way through you
And you call it dancing

It was there always
But you weren’t
Until you let go
Of self consciousness
Distracting thoughts
And past and future imagination

It’s the same with realization
So just think of it as a dance
And don’t be so heavy about it
If you need a reminder every now and then
Get up, turn the music up
And freak out.

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I Woke Up Crying

I was deep in a dream
There was a storm gathering
And in the distance
A wave was building
I was scared
And also excited
I knew things would never be the same
And I was going to be called
To be brave and resolute
A voice somewhere whispered
‘This is it,’
I felt weak and unprepared
Doubtful and insecure

And then I looked around
And saw others
With the same look in their eyes
I saw sorrow and I saw some grief
I saw their sadness in saying goodbye
To what was
Yet I also saw a presence, a resolve
A joy and an openness
To what was unfolding
‘This it,’ They said

And I woke up crying.

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The Door of Opportunity is Open

There is a miracle in our midst
But, in our ignorance,
We turn away again and again
Choosing to indulge our imagination
Gambling on the ego
Who now drives the bus
So recklessly

We who turn away
From innocence and love
And invest ourselves in mind
And all its trickster ways
Its hustle and its narcissism
We have invested in a charlatan

And now, in these extraordinary times,
With so many people parting the veil,
A mass awakening covering the earth,
We get to see clearly
The emperor has no clothes
The ego alone cannot save us

The collective dream has run its course
The investment, gambled over centuries of self
Has left us spiritually bankrupt
Disconnected from our essential nature
Driven by demons of greed and power

Bu there is a miracle in our midst
Call it heart, soul, spirit, truth, or love
And the door of opportunity is open
The invitation has arrived on our doorstep

And thrown down the gauntlet to each of us
From this time on
What do we choose
What do we really value most
Do we surrender ourselves
To the tyranny of ego hive mind
And stay as we were

Or….
Do we rise into our magnificence
And, equally, fall into our hearts
Can we do that, return to innocence
Become the embodiment of love’s truth
We have the capacity
It’s there in our very DNA
It may require strength of character
And a great willingness to transform
But in my heart
I know
That is our way forward

The door is open
Can we walk through it.

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Together in the Mystery

There is no normal
There never really was
Except in our imagination
And in our hoping
But we are always at the mercy
Of things we cannot control

Whatever catastrophe this is
However this has come about
Whatever administrative idiocy or negligence
Has given rise to this

We are now here, in the mystery, together
Some trying to get by
Some tragically sinking
Some even thriving
Keeping it together

We get to feel our true feelings
Like some scene from groundhog day
We get to understand
Our ups and downs
Our avoidances
Our projections
Our fears and hopes
We get to look at our dreams
Our relationships
We may even have a life review
We may over eat, or over drink
We may fall into anger or resentment
Or dive into the murky world
Down the rabbit hole of conspiracy

But still here we are
Together in the mystery
Each of us, day in day out
Faced with ourselves
And how to be with life
Not the life of our imaginations
But this life, today
Here and now
For this is going to be our template
Going on from here

Me, I’m choosing love’s openness
Being transparent and clear as a crystal
I have found this to be the only way
To thrive in this world
Be well fellow travelers.

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Keeping Beauty Alive

I write poems to keep beauty alive
Although in truth
I feel that beauty can live well enough
Without us

It is for us that I really write
I fear we may be losing its scent
Caught up in our doingness
Preoccupied with all that must be attended to
Lost in the helter skelter of it all
I fear we may be losing the art
Of courting beauty
For its own sake
And for the sake of our soul

This kind of beauty cannot be bought or sold
It is not available on demand
You can’t even find it if you look for it
In fact very few even know of its existence
It is like air, invisible but essential for life
I write for that essence

In many ways
I write about beauty to keep us alive.

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