The Day Love Really Began

And finally one day
I was ready to bear
The weight of the world
And to see it was my task
To transform it all to love
When my humility
Outweighed my resistance
I fell to my knees
In a solemn prayer
‘I’m sorry,’ I wept,
‘For abandoning love
And falling into self absorption,
I am sorry.’

In that falling
I remembered
Who I was
And a great and deeper love
Burst forth
So many things ended
That day
And so much really began.

A Simple Invitation to Innocence

Mine is a simple invitation
Nothing complex or elaborate
Nothing demanding or costly
Nothing that involves mind or intellect
It needs no theory or even practice

All it needs is willingness and daring

This simple invitation
Is to remember the innocence
You arrived with
And to ask whether that innocence
Is dead or buried

If you believe it is dead
Let us see if that is true or just a belief

If it is buried
Let us unearth it
And reveal it once again
And hear its tender voice
Hidden for years under the weight of the world
Waiting for you

This innocence I speak of
Is not some glib idea or new age fantasy
It is the key to a door that leads to freedom
To reconnect with innocence
Is to make sense of this mysterious journey
In which we get lost and wounded
After arriving in existence with such promise
And excitement

To remember where our innocence
Was lost and buried
To feel that fully
And to make sense of it
May bring us to the gates of wisdom
And wisdom is the gift we really need
To accept the difficult path of life.

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I Am For Love

I am for love
For the embracing of grief
And all darkness

I am for kindness
And the grace of compassion

I am for truth held in tenderness
I am for the dance of joy
And the tears of sadness

I am for the warmth
And strength of the human spirit

I am for beauty, but not superficial beauty,
But the beauty of the innermost
The beauty of the heart broken open
And welcomed home

I am for everyone who seeks to transform
I am for those who, despite great suffering,
Hold their heads high and walk with dignity

I am for our awakening
From the dreamlike state
Of separation consciousness
Into the full flowering
Of our highest potential
As the collective we are

But mostly I am for love
For that is where it really starts.

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The Eternal Dance of the Beloved

With enough grace and humility
With the right amount of surrender
And willingness to accept life as it is
When the wounds turn to gifts
And all argument with life is yielded
When righteousness is tucked away
And all ego upholding has vanished
Into the river of inevitability
Eventually it all becomes the beloved

Life itself is recognized as the true lover
And you realize you have only ever
Been dancing with god
Dancing as god

There is no separate self
Everything, including you dear heart,
Is a manifestation of the beloved
Yet somehow you manage to imagine
That you are set apart
And not included in the eternal dance
But oh! you are
it is coming through you, as you,
Always, in always

I have seen this truth
And once truly seen
It can never be ignored
Life is the eternal dance of the beloved
And we are that dance.

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The Vast Depths of Love

Ours is a meeting of lovers
A service to natural beauty
Through any storms we encountered
We found ourselves in the vast ocean
This love has no edges
There is nowhere it is not
You can’t take anything from it
For it doesn’t belong to us

We have fallen into love’s unity
Surrendered all sense of separation
And arrived at joy

Friend, there is a depth to love
Most of us cannot touch it
Because of our wounds
Because of our defenses
But we know it is there
We sense it in our belly
We hear it whispering to us

Let your longing be that love
Don’t fix it on a thing or a person
But allow the longing for love
To be the love itself
And it will open a secret door
Some call grace

It is our willingness
That calls the divine
To the door.

Death is a Dear Friend No-One Likes

Eventually this body will fall away
Form itself will dissolve
Back to wherever it came from
Nothing left of me
But a fragrance

This I accept with grace
Because it is inevitable

It brings a preciousness to my time here
It reminds me what it important
It shows me the pointlessness
Of unnecessary worry

The inevitability of death
Brings everything into context
That’s why I hold it close to me
I don’t push it away
Death is a dear friend
No one likes
I have befriended them
And made them an ally
And now they are not as scary
And I can live fully
Here and now
Alive and available

Eventually everything will dissolve.

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The Reservoir of Grief

Those who do not know
The field of love
At the root of all things
Are suffering greatly
Which is why they create
Torment and argument

There is a grief we all carry
Disowned and denied
It destroys the whole village

Those who can embrace
The full weight of grief
And let it flow into the world
Allow the flowers of joy
To grow in the fertile soil

Control has never been the answer
We live in the unravelling
The days when the old ways are failing
And we must embrace that which has been denied

Everything wants to come home
And the reservoir of grief is overflowing.

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