Here is another selection of poems from this week’s outpouring. I hope they speak to you. There are many more and I am truly realizing that I must find a way to get them in book form. That will become my mission for 2023. I have also declared I will do a kind of poetry and music album and that is also being lined up for next year.
The tough thing is that this teaching with Amoda takes up time, there are so many behind the scenes and technical, administrative tasks, let alone the new 501c we have just set up! It’s a busy life, this (relatively) new life in USA. We are at growth point.
Anyway back to the poems.
Thanks for reading!
Whatever it is within your heart That longs to burst forth Cherish it and nurture it
Don’t let the flame Be dampened by any negativity Yours or others
There is a garden inside each being Don’t let it become barren A simple turning towards it Again and again Is enough
If you have caught The fragrance of love In the air You must serve that love Be bold and unashamed True and open Aware and awake Humble and ordinary Wrathful and peaceful
There is no one else for the task It is your time You are the chosen one.
The lightness of being Is a delicate fragrance Unencumbered by the past
Throw away time’s demands And remember the innocence Of your true nature
This beauty is latent within all beings But only those willing to remove their armor Can know its light.
Allow yourself To feel so deeply The world pours in And is resurrected Into love.
Be beautiful for no reason Shine because it is Inherent in your nature You are the sun And the moon Believing yourself To be the clouds.
Master discomfort Not by doing anything But by falling deeper into being.
Real love cannot be cultivated It can only be revealed For it is the very heart of us The core, the essence, But we have completely Overlooked our essence In favor of our appearance.
When the fight with life is over All that is left is loving what is
From that moment on All you can do is love it all Including your experience and the world However it shows up
But first we must end the fight with life.
Transcend culture Without rebellion Leave your ancestry Without rejecting its influence Go beyond All definitions of yourself And find peace in not knowing Who you really are What beauty there is Within the one who is simply here.
You are the doorway Through which love Can arrive in the world.
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.
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Yesterday I wept for my brokenness
For the wounds I carried through life
For the fear of abandonment
That drove me for so many years
To seek shelter in another’s arms
My how the tears burned and hurt
Today I am cleansed and softened
Those same wounds have become blessings
And all fear and vulnerability
Has transformed to tenderness
Today the past is a beautiful and sad story
For the heart welcomes everything home
I had forgotten the sweet joy
That follows the rain.