UNDOING

We have become done up
Some like tightly coiled springs
Others more loose and relaxed
But still, all done up

This doing-up is our conditioning
Our introduction and familiarization
With what we now call the matrix

It seems random what kind of doing-up we are subject to
But of this we can be sure
As soon as we catch a glimpse
Of something more intrinsic, more true,
Than the doing-upness

Something is set in motion
A search, a journey, a seeking, a longing,
An ever increasing awareness
That something is not right about the doing-upness

And that will bring us to the path of undoing
And what a path it is!

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WISE UP

Those who does not know themselves
Cannot discern the difference
Between the snake oil seller
And the wise one
And will often follow the snake oil seller
Because their persuasive techniques
Appeal to the unmet emotions
Still held in the unexamined and unconscious system

Wisdom is not quite so easily fooled

We are in the intensity of those times.

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MASTERY OF THE SELF

He or she
Who can master
The agitated self
The obsessive self
The righteous self
The self that seeks power
The aggrandized self
The arrogant one
The worthless one
The self that imagines it is special
And the one that imagines it is not
The self that is constantly at war

Is free
And an asset to the liberation of others

He or she who is mastered by the self
Is a slave to their own ignorance
And a danger to the liberation of others

Mastery of self
Has nothing to do with force
And everything to do with
Surrendering the ego
To love’s all consuming fire

Without humility
The rampaging ego
Will rule the earth
Creating endless division
And feeding on
The fear it creates

Inner freedom loves
The freedom of others.

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BECOME EMPTY AND FREE

Leave your bags
At the water’s edge
Go naked and empty

Dive in to the deep
Let the water cleanse
Your energy body

Do not look back
Neither look forward
Be where you are

Enter the moment
Between the in-breath
And the out-breath

Allow eternity itself
To be revealed to you
By dying to all
That is temporary

Be still
And walk
To the busy market
Return with your basket full
And your mind free.

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REMEMBERING HEART

A collective that cannot share its sorrows
Cannot sit together in its grief and suffering

And see each one in the eyes of the other

A people so lost in individuation
It loses its humanity

Has not lost its mind
It has lost its heart
Forgotten itself
Fallen under a spell

The task of the restless one
Is to remember their own heart
Uncover it from all that has covered it
And then to shine it out
So others may also remember theirs

That is all we can really do
The rest is up to the divine.

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BAD NEWS – GOOD NEWS

There is bad news
Despite all your efforts
Everything is still out of control
And you are falling through eternity
Without knowing how or why you are here

There is good news
It is all ok
It always was, always is and always will be
And the more you can accept
Your lack of control
The more you can bear the bad news

Surrender of personal ego
To the inevitable
Does not diminish one’s sovereignty
In fact it affirms it.

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The Dancer and the Danced

We are being danced
Played and vibrated

We have given ourselves an identity
Given a name to the nameless we are

A dancing pattern of particles
Stardust gathered from the vast
Circling an imperceptible black hole, a void
At the center of our constellation

We are a universe, each one a world unto ourselves
Billions and billions of worlds
Colliding, interacting,
Drawing towards and repelling

For one moment, cease giving a name to yourself
Rest as the nameless one
Be the dance

In truth
You are the player and the played
The vibrator and the vibration itself
Mesmerizing astonishing truth

Don’t dumb yourself down
By imagining you are just a small someone
You are all that is
Eternity gathered up as a unique expression
What more do you want?

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STOP TRYING TO FIX EVERYTHING

How easily we can offer another
Our opinion or insight
How deftly our guidance
Rolls off the tongue with such knowing

Yet how difficult it is
To just sit silently with another
As they grieve or rage
Or moan with confusion

No, we are trained to be fixers
And we do it to the best of our ability

But when the other says
‘Stop trying to fix me,’
We are lost, and affronted,
And confused

Largely because we have no capacity
To be with ourselves
Without trying to do the same thing.

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