Inner Dignity

There is a power of heart
And of depth
To be able to hold oneself
With a kind of dignity
That is noble of spirit
Even in difficult circumstances
This dignity is not outside dependent
It is purely an internal matter
Between oneself and existence
Neither does it have anything to do with ego
It is not born of duality
Not a putting up quality at all
It is simply a quality
Of being with what is
Without anything in the way
Essentially this is openness.

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Cherish It All

The pure energy of the light
Pours into each of our hearts
Animating our every breath
Offering us life in its myriad expressions

We forget this miracle
And lose our connection to it
So beguiling is form
And so pernicious conditioning
We become transfixed
Bewitched by the shadows

When gratitude and wonder
When connection with nature
When recognition of true source
Are forgotten or ignored
We lose our way
And become almost insane

And then, through grace,
Something may happen
That causes us to stop
It may tear at our reality
And plunge us into despair or grief
We may rail against it
And think it the worst thing

But it is truly a messenger
Come here to speak to our hearts
Telling us to remember

The wise and humble see this truth
And cherish every part of life
With all its heartbreak and suffering
And with all its forgetting and remembering

Nothing is excluded from love.

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Stand As Wholeness

Do not let the appearance
Of division in the world
Become your division
This is the time
For great resolve
To stand still in the face
Of the most tenacious illusions

And to decide, even as you fail,
To stay as wholeness
Despite the pull of the current
Despite the screams of the mob

For that wholeness
Is your holiness
And holiness has the power
To heal the illusion of division.

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The Gamble of Love

We risk it all every day
We are hardwired to it
And there is nothing we can do
Only the hardest of hearts
Can keep it out
And they suffer terribly

We gamble it all
Because we must
Because we are here
Because we are human

The risk is having our hearts broken
The gamble is loving without condition

There is no choice but to love
And the true human being
Is forged by a broken heart
For this is where we discover our humanity
And we see that humanity in others

Life is fragile and precious
How we forget this until we suddenly remember

I say remember how sacred everything is
And hold that sacredness close
Without fear or control
But with great tenderness.

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Moment of Grace

When life breaks you
When it finally brings you to your knees
Which it will do, unless your heart is made of stone,
But when that time comes
Please know you are in a moment of grace
When all the defenses previously employed have collapsed
And the water of the divine is flooding the land

This moment is when the illusion of separation
Between you and existence, you and god, dissolves
And all that remains is the eternal this-ness of life
If you are on your knees
Don’t get up, but live from that place
And your humility and truth will touch everyone
It will pour from you as it poured into you
This is beauty.

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The Joy That Follows the Rain

Yesterday I wept for my brokenness
For the wounds I carried through life
For the fear of abandonment
That drove me for so many years
To seek shelter in another’s arms
My how the tears burned and hurt

Today I am cleansed and softened
Those same wounds have become blessings
And all fear and vulnerability
Has transformed to tenderness
Today the past is a beautiful and sad story
For the heart welcomes everything home

I had forgotten the sweet joy
That follows the rain.

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Hold It In Sky Nature

This falling and rising
This joy and this despair
All this openness
And then some closure
Around experience
Some contraction
Carried from the past
Or even an ancient primal mechanism

That unwanted trigger
That surges through the body
Clouding the mind
Obscuring our presence

All the waves of being human
The endless stream of thoughts
Sometimes owned
Sometimes disowned
Sometimes wanted
Often unwanted

All the utter discomfort
And the resistance to what happens
The argument with life
And the constant seeking of solutions

And then the laughter, the pleasure
The relaxation, the connectedness
An appreciation of what we have
And a sense of goodness that flows through us

All this, all this and so much more
Seen and known by awareness
Held in consciousness
As the sky holds the clouds, the rain, the lightning
The birds, the butterflies and the mosquito
Yet interferes with none of them

What would we exclude if we had our way?
The discomfort? The contraction?
The sky doesn’t exclude the mosquito
Although it irritates all it touches

We must be cautious about our constant seeking
We may be hoping for a life free of discomfort
But that is a futile search
Best to open and become our sky nature
And hold it all lightly, like a feather
In the palm of our hand.

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The Beautiful Reunion

We build a wall around our vulnerability and innocence
And live seemingly outside it for many years
Until we realize it no longer serves us
And then we find we don’t know how to take it down
The wall of defense became a prison
Without us ever noticing

Eventually, through persistence, inquiry and grace
We rediscover the innocence hidden for so long
Still there waiting for our return
This is a beautiful reunion
And heralds a return to the wholeness and harmony
We truly are and never left.

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The Brush of Fate’s Hand

All we can ever really do
Is surrender it all
And keep on walking
Yield imagined control and
Become humble warriors of fate’s hand
As it brushes through everything

The greatest wisdom is in knowing
That nothing escapes time
But the consciousness
From which it arises

That is our origin and our destination.

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Our Existential Dance

Consciousness is eternal
Form is temporary
We are that living juxtaposition
And between these two truths must we surf
Sometimes losing ourselves in the temporary
And sometimes resting in the eternal

There is no choice
But to relish this beautiful dance
Of apparent opposites
And to practice the deepest acceptance
Either that or grasp at one
At the expense of the other

Surrender to the truth my friend
And dance as if you had one foot in the world
And the other in eternity.
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