LET ME DROWN

Today I am in love
With grief and sorrow
Don’t try and pull me away
Or cheer me up
There is nothing wrong

Let me drown a while
In this vast ocean
I will die ten thousand times
And feel the wave
Of suffering
And my own helplessness

It will be terrible
And beautiful
And, like all things,
Will pass in its own time
I am not the author of any of this
But I surrender into it.

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COMPASSIONATE HEART

This compassionate heart
That grew inside me
Was born from pain
And desperate attempts
To keep away from old wounds
Lost in addictions and avoidance
Strategies that failed
And only brought me greater suffering
And suffering to those around me


When I gave up fighting
My world caved in
And the resistor was destroyed,
Broken up and dissolved
What remained, and it took many years
And many tears
Was this compassionate heart


I saw myself in everyone
I saw everyone’s pain and sorrow
I saw the patterns we weave
And the strategies we employ
I realized that only kindness really works
And only a compassionate embrace
Of all human troubles
Releases us to be who we are.

THE PULL TO GRACE – FRIDAY SHORTS

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.

Santa Fe. We live here.

THE PERFECTION OF IMPERFECTION

It’s imperfect, always
It never meets our expectations, our hopes, our dreams
It confounds us, confronts us, terrifies us
It gets under our skin
It renders us helpless and full of fear
We run from it
As far as possible
Another country, another life
We hide in our addictions
In our relationships
We try and bury our resistance
We deny it, denounce it
We try and rationalize it, negotiate with it
We even spiritualize it

And finally, with grace
After years of exhaustion

We accept it as it is
And it becomes perfect.

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