Each Day a Precious Jewel

Each day we face the world anew
Each day there is something familiar
Yet also some new opportunity
Some new insight and awareness
We have our challenges
Our successes, our loves
Our failures and our tragedies

Each day we have our morning
Filled with hopeful freshness and expectation
We meet our afternoon and evening
For some weariness arrives
And for some the acceptance
Of the movement of the day’s events
And our darkness inevitably comes
As the sun disappears once again

Each night we die into emptiness
Everything vanishing into the void
In truth we have no idea, no guarantee
That we will awaken the following day
Yet we do, until we don’t

I have learned that each day is a precious jewel
Not to be grasped at and squeezed
Not to be feared or forced
But to be cherished and loved
To savor this existence without attachment
To see the great picture
Of arrival, experience and departure
The great wheel that turns effortlessly
This, to me, is love.

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Unhook Yourself From The Past

Don’t become buried under
The weight of erroneous beliefs
You must dig yourself out
Shovelful by shovelful
Until you get to the fresh air

Most of those beliefs
The ones you punish yourself with
Are inherited
They don’t belong to you
But you have made them your own

Digging yourself out
Is a kind of sifting through
What is true and what is not
What is actually yours
And what is not

Why allow beliefs
That are not even yours
To torment you?

The influence of wounded ancestry
Is enormous, almost incalculable
Enough, it is killing us

We are in an age of enlightenment
An age when we get to choose
To put down the bags of ancestral burden
Filled with shame and guilt
Filled with ‘not good enough’
Filled with war and competition

And to step into ourselves
Unburdened and unchained
Free to love unconditionally

But first we must each
Dig ourselves out
From the mountain
Of inherited and erroneous beliefs.

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tear off this falseness

tear off this falseness
and stand tall
in truth
be like an open window
let anyone look in

invite everyone
into your house
and make them welcome

there are no enemies
when love is your abiding state
there is only misunderstanding

don’t be so quick
to jump into
being a person
it is not as simple as that
and when you look
from a certain angle
you will see
worlds within worlds
all real
and all fictional

don’t be so quick
to judge
make love your home
and see the world dissolve.

A Kind of Hidden Beauty

There is a kind of beauty
That cannot be seen
With the ordinary eye
It is beyond the reach
Of the narcissistic ego

This beauty is the truth
Behind the show, behind the mask
It is the beauty of openness
The beauty of the tender heart
It is the beauty that is revealed
When there is no more pretending

Only the nakedness of being

It is the beauty of innocence
It cannot be faked or forced
Manipulated or manufactured

This beauty is a meeting
Between innocent seeing
And innocence revealed
It is exquisite
And, despite our cynical world,
Is still there
Waiting for us all

Most are so preoccupied
With surviving in the marketplace
They lose their beauty
And settle for the mask.

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This Constant Calling

It whispers
It shouts
It begs
It lures
It demands

After a while
It’s always there
Always inviting you
Even when you forget
Or lose yourself in experience
When you’ve been triggered
Or forgotten all about awakening
Just for a while

Still it comes back
This constant calling
Calling to openness
Calling to expand or deepen
Calling to know yourself more intimately
To love more
To let go of the past
Of the stories
Of the grievances
And the pain

This constant calling
That seems to come from within
Somewhere in the soul
In the deepest
That knows there is more
There is grace somewhere
In this human experience

And the more this calling comes
The more you want to devote yourself to it
Even though it appears to cause conflict
Even though others around you
Don’t understand
And think you are foolish or deluded
Still you long to turn towards this calling

Ah!
The pull of the truth
The pull of awakening
Once it starts
It never stops
Give yourself to it
Surrender again and again
Face the choiceless choice
Give in to your soul’s calling
Even though you don’t know
Where it will lead
Trust it
Just trust the calling itself.

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Become No Thing

You don’t have to become
Another someone
In awakening
Not trying to improve your self
Or change your self in anyway

You are trying to see the self
That already exists
Was born out of illusion
And is not as real as you think

When you really see that
Deeper and deeper
You stop the investment in self
And when you stop investing
In the false self
It starts to go bankrupt

Then you become empty of self
Just a no thing
Neutral and equanimous
More observer
Less actor
Then you can become softer
And kinder and more benevolent
To the one who moves around the world
As the doer, as the player
You get to treat yourself lightly
Because you realize
It’s all an illusion
That’s not a cold realization
But a loving, compassionate one.

Once the Fire is Alight

It’s Painful
Destructive
Confusing
Alienating
Sometimes terrifying
Confronting
Demanding

And yet it calls us

Freedom calls us
Truth calls us
Love calls us
Transformation calls us

And we would willingly
Walk through the fire
And drown in the ocean
Face the pain
The destruction, confusion and alienation
Meet the terror
Be willingly confronted
And accept the demands

Because once love’s truth has been tasted
And the fire has been lit
Nothing else will satisfy the soul
That’s the deal
Waking up from the dream is tough
Which is probably why so many
Choose to stay asleep.

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