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.

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The Human Treasure Within

What fragile creatures we are
Wounded and troubled
Confused and tormented

But oh! what exquisite wonders
Are we made of
Filled with treasure
We may never find
We hide from our own light

Why do we do that
What game do we play

Lost in the temporary
Bedazzled by the shiny things
Distracted from truth
We spend our time
Inflicting our projections
On others
Who inflict theirs upon us
We fight with our own kind
For pride and greed and land

And we pray to gods
Of our imagination

And yet, deep beneath the waves
We are stardust beauty
Walking miracles of light
Love incarnate
Capable of extraordinary feats
Capable of unconditional love

What wonders we are
When we let our light shine.

Beauty Is Always Here

There is beauty here
When we slow down
When we drop the drama
Long enough to really see

It is not that beauty appears
For it is always here
It is us who suddenly see
Because we drop into awareness

This awareness is available always
But the incessant self is always active
Always doing, busying itself
Poking into reality

So beauty is always here
And awareness is always here
What then is the problem?

We are not always here
We are so distracted
Dragged by the past
Projected into the future
We miss what is ever present
And that is the most important part

There is an opening
Always an opening, a doorway
To beauty,
Just pay attention
From silence
And be still, not just in body
But in beingness
And watch mental activity
Without attachment
As though it were chattering birds
Pay no mind
To mind

And there it is, as it was, as it will be,
Always here.

Become a Lover

Fall in love again and again
Don’t worry about your heart breaking
Go deeper and deeper
Become a lover of what is
Don’t be stingy with love
It is pouring in from the vast
A never ending supply

Don’t be meagre with love
A little bit here
And a little bit there
No, be generous
Over deliver
Allow love’s bounty
To burst into this world
Be the faucet through which
Love’s healing water flows

Fall in love
Be in love
Be love
Don’t wait for love
To happen to you
Love is waiting for you!
Be utterly and totally available
For love
Say ‘YES I am here,
What would you have me do?’

And love will find you
And point you
And invite you, challenge you
And caress you

Fall in love, again and again
There is only the beloved
You are that, I am that
We are that
All faces of the beloved
Shining out with our eyes
Love looking for itself
Everywhere.

The Art of Being

All this conditioning
This mental slavery
With its righteous beliefs
And rigid opinions
Obscures the natural light within
From pouring forth into the world

In this rather sorry state
Everything about us is functional
And almost robotic
There is no art of being
No inner beauty or radiance

A great sadness must arise
An inner intuition, a hunch,
That there is something more
It doesn’t matter what you call it

But it sets off a cascade
A movement from within
And an unravelling of the knots
That bind us to ourselves
A cleansing of the psyche
A great detoxification

Oh! this is the beauty of it all
The gradual unfolding of the wings
The waking up of the sleeping one
Don’t be in such a hurry
To get to the destination
There is no destination
Only mystery and falling
Into the unknown

This is the art of being.

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The Fire of Love

I walked away from my life
And into the fire of love
Following only the flame
No concern for self or future
Caught by an impulse
Led by a fragrance
Into the complete unknown

I gave myself to that fire
Oh! did it burn and burn
When you say yes to love
Everything that is not love
Turns up to the party for burning

Now there is nothing left of me
But this poetry
A phoenix arose from the ashes
This one
The same shape and style
As the old one
But transformed and different

I cannot explain the mystery
Of transformation
Or what love can do
When you give yourself to it

My life has been this journey
From innocence to fall
Endless years in the wilderness
And then the walking through fire
To come home to love
I am at a loss how to explain
Words fall short
And fail
We will have to leave it there.