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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Battle or Surrender

The world of experience
This phenomenal display
We imagine we understand
But get so wrong

Will either drive us mad
Or drive us deep inside ourselves
The same world
Will taunt and tease us into battle
Or invite us into surrender

What makes one person wise
And another ignorant?
What makes one learn from life
And another endlessly fight with it?

No one knows what fate is
No one knows what karma is
All we really have is this, here, now
An opportunity for deepening
Or the perpetuation of our struggle

The most dangerous thing about life
Is thinking we understand it.

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Make Space For the Beloved

Let all this knowing and awareness
Fall into the temple of the heart
And there, let the clarity of our seeing
Begin a process of cleansing
So that we meet all the demons and shadows
All the toxic beliefs and imaginations
And allow them to return to source

The purifying of the heart is a kind of emptying
In which, without knowing how or why,
The more empty it is
The more filled it becomes with the beloved

It is possible to shift
From being self centered
To being beloved centered
Without becoming religious
It has nothing to do with beliefs

Make space within your heart
And the beloved will move in.

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There is a Light

There is a light within your being
I have seen it
It is there no matter what happens
On the surface of your life

That light animates you
Maybe you hear it calling
It is the light of truth
The light of love
The light of rightness
The light of harmony

In these times when so much is changing
And what we took for normal has gone
That light within, which has a voice,
Is your guide, your beacon,
Your navigation
It carries your innate authority
Your wisdom, your purpose,
It is the holder of your divine connection

You don’t have to find it, it’s not missing
All you have to do is turn towards it
And say yes to it
Yes I am listening
And ready for a deeper guidance

There is a natural intelligence inside life
When we discover that river of goodness
It changes everything.

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Find Stillness, Wisdom Follows

There is a river of intelligence
That runs through us
A silent stream of goodness and wisdom
That may guide our hand and mind
A gentle nudge or a gut feeling
Or an inner voice that whispers in our ear
This is our true navigation

It is beyond reason
Beyond all information
And beyond mind
It can only be heard in peaceful abiding

The grace of the dawn as it silently arrives
Invites even the most timid bird to sing its courting song

Find stillness and inner wisdom will follow.

Let us Rebuild the World

Let us rebuild the world
With heartfelt praise
Let us water it back to life
With our grief made visible
There is beauty inside everything
But it must be spoken to
It must be courted
As the lover courts his beloved

The world is dry, parched of love water
Choked of grace, longing to be praised

And if we do this, if we offer our deepest,
We will be bringing ourselves back to life
For it is really us who are lost on the road
A thirsty traveller going who knows where
Forgotten why we are even there
Stumbling along, distracted and confused

Let us decide now, you and I,
To rebuild whatever world we can
To allow our tears and our joy
To fall into existence
And bring nourishment
For the benefit of all beings.

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Court Beauty

The beauty I point to
Is not superficial, not a surface thing
Nothing the mind can grasp or interfere with
It cannot be bought or sold
Forced or manipulated

The beauty I speak of
Is only discovered through
A kind of courtship with the beloved
We may say it reveals itself
In surrender, in tenderness,
In our embracing of grief
Or as we fall into the unknown
And let go

As the tears flow into the world
The invisible intelligence
That lives inside everything
Is fed by those tears
And offers itself back to us as beauty
This is the true joy.

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