Mystery of the Deep

I will meet you
When you have fallen
Down there in the dark
I won’t try and pull you up
Or change anything
I will simply sit in silence with you
And listen to the empty fullness
Underneath the eternal sky
If words arise they will be met
With the kind of presence that heals
A presence that has no ownership

When there is no attempt to change anything
But instead there is a meeting in the deepest presence
Things change by themselves
Such is the mystery of the deep.

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The Mind is The Problem, Not the Solution

The mind is capricious
It is complex and untrustworthy
The mind is a story teller
That feeds on old wounds
And a vivid imagination
It is the carrot dangler
And the harbinger of doom
When left to its own devices
It will rule you, fool you
And overrule you

We are enslaved to mind
As to a narcissist king
Pretending to be
An innocent servant

Without insight, depth and humility
Without reflection and a deeper wisdom
Without empathy, compassion and heart
We are destined to be at war for many a year
Mind and against mind
Self against self
People against people
When we are at war with ourselves
We have no chance of being at peace with others

So I have to declare my call
Make peace with yourself, my friend
Stop fighting with your mind
It doesn’t hold the solution
You must go deeper into the unknown
Like some mythological hero’s tale
You will have to venture into the dark
And conquer demons and dark shadows
There is no other way than within

Only by liberating yourself from mind’s tyranny
Will mind come back into service as exquisite technician

Without this deeper inquiry
Man is but a beast driven mad by his own pain
Unable to be present
He projects his pain outwards onto the world
Telling himself stories he then believes
Without really knowing the truth about anything

Our moment is here,
We live in extraordinary times
When the unravelling of falsehood is possible
But only when we develop our warrior nature.

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The Courage to Empty the Cup

Some try and leave their
Spiritual development
To chance
Hoping grace may fall upon them
And indeed, grace may do that

But those who, while they are waiting,
Have the courage to face themselves
In the naked truth
To meet with openness and care
Their own vulnerability
And regret, sorrow and anger
To make a decision
To hold the line
For their own accountability

They are doing the work
Of clearing out the debris of self
Accumulated over decades
Of misunderstanding and erroneous beliefs

In this way they are becoming empty
And grace is more likely
To fill an empty cup

There is no room when the cup is already full.

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Enter This Moment Empty

What does this moment have to teach us
We who are so full of ourselves
Who arrive everywhere filled to the brim
The moment can only teach those who are empty

If we are full where is the room for anything new?

The wisdom and intelligence of this moment
Cannot compete with the fullness of self
It’s a different kind of intelligence
It can only be heard from emptiness

And so to really hear, to really be able
To receive the deepest wisdom this moment
Has to offer us, in its vastness and eternal depth
We must enter this moment naked and empty

The moment has everything to teach us
But our task must be the seemingly arduous one
Of emptying and not filling up again.

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Our Silent Prayer

Today, let us not talk about our troubles
Or the troubles of the world
We can just sit here quietly together
Gazing at the stars as they glisten
The heavens as they turn
There is no need to even speak
Words so often miss the mark
Our silence will say all we need
We can let everything be just the way it is
Our silent communion will be our prayer.

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A Prayer to the Divine

Just for a moment
Let us stand here naked and empty
Free of all this burden of living
Just stand here as the air
As free as emptiness
No words needed
For there is nothing to say
We can hold our heads high to the heavens
Or bow them down to the deepest ground
It doesn’t matter
It is all a prayer to the divine.

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Dissolved Into Silence, He Truly Lives

I cannot contain my life within my life
All sense of myself
As a separate person has gone

And I have become everyone
And all things of creation
I am you, him, her, child and dying person
I am the sun and moon, the stars and heavens
Fish, dog and ant
I see the beetle scurrying across my path
And I am that beetle scurrying to the other side
I am all feelings and no feelings
Nothing seems to be mine
And everything is borrowed
I am dreamer dreaming
And the dream
All life appears to emanate from me
Yet I have gone
Nothing separate to call myself

A love, yes
A kind of reverie of love
A tasting of time’s fleeting moments
Everything here and then vanished

Only presence remains
In silence everything manifests
In silence everything dissolves
What, then, is real.

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Relate From Silence

Each day we are invited
In every encounter we have
In all interactions, transactions and negotiations
And even the confrontations
We are being silently invited
Deeper, beyond the brittle self
Deeper, into a more intimate way
Deeper, into a true communion
But fear, rigidity and ignorance of the way
Prevents all but the few
Being fully present in these times

Here is the thing
If you can’t relate from silence
If your world is full of noise
You are not really alive
Not really living

Meet me in this silent presence
We will speak no words
When we greet each other
And our silence will say more
Than all meaningless chatter
That occupies the mind
But avoids the heart.

Go Beyond All Definition

Don’t fit so neatly into any definition
You are not your role
Not your name
Not your job
Not woman or man
You are not your age
Your style or your character
You are not your family
Not your history
Not your wounds or your traumas
Not your successes or failures
You are not your net worth
Or your house
Your stuff or what you have lost
You are not your loves
Your desires or addictions
You are not what you eat
Not your spiritual practice
Not your tribe or your isolation
You are not your identity
Your clothes
Or your culture
Your skin color
Or your nationality
Not even human
All these things arrive
On top of the truth of you
You are beyond the beyond
The beautiful nothingness
The full emptiness
Prior to any name or identity
Go beyond any definition
To your innate beingness
And live from that splendor
This is freedom.

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