MY SONG OF GRIEF

Sometimes I just get so sick of all this ridiculous bullshit
I try and remember it’s all a leela, a play, a game
And only consciousness is real
And ignorance is the only real enemy
(and not one to be fought with
but to be transcended with awareness)

But in truth I get weary
Walking this world
As it implodes
And eats itself with division

I discovered love to be the only worthy thing
Worth standing for
And I devoted my life, my service, my every breath to that

I have not transcended the world
I am not above it
I feel it in every fibre of my being
I feel it all, the suffering, the horror,
The blindness, the blame, the malevolence
The manipulation, the tyranny
My how it hurts sometimes

And all I can do is speak it,
Say its name, in the pain of love
I know I am not alone in this
And maybe you feel the same sometimes

There is no remedy
And I’m not looking for positive words
If we don’t speak the truth
We are doomed
This is my song of grieving.

THE WEEPERS BRIDGE THE WORLDS

Let us cry our tears
For the coming and going
Holding the heartache
Close to our chest
Surrendering our resistance
To the inevitable
Not turning away
But bearing it all
Even as it breaks us wide open

The weepers, those who can weep,
Not just for those they love
But for all the coming and going
They bridge the worlds

For really there are not two
But one appearing as two
And the weepers dissolve the illusion.

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TO KNOW ETERNITY

Presence is a portal
Through which we know eternity
There is only one hole in time’s tapestry
And that is NOW

We are born of time
Like all flesh and blood
Like all form

Yet still we can know eternity
When we come to a complete stop
And allow the mind to settle
As the sediment in a bottle settles
After shaking

To intimately know eternity
For one exquisite moment
Brings an ecstatic wave
And an un-reconcilable grief

That our time here is fleeting
And gone so quickly.

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Drenched in Sorrow

Here we are
Crying the grief of the world
Broken hearted lovers
Drenched in sorrow

No knowing if these tears
Are ours or the worlds
Or just the fact of being human

No more lost in denial
Or any attempt to bear it all
No more brave face or false mask

Just this surrender
And in this great allowing
Something new stirs within us
And within the heart of the world

New growth, a new way
A new vision emerging
Out of the rain

May we walk tenderly on the new path
Yes, we are drenched in sorrow,
But that sorrow is the doorway
To life’s true beauty

And few dare go through

You and I are made for this.

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In Our Grief

Speak only of tenderness
On days like these
Accept love’s open arms
And be held in the unconditional

In our grief a beauty shines

The heart is revealed
As not made of stone
But of flesh and blood and spirit
We are fragile creatures
Walking a precarious path
With little knowledge of what awaits

Today we are reminded
Of the preciousness of life.

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Heart Broken and Filled with Joy

When the eyes begin to clear
And the veil falls finally to the ground
What remains is a kind of bewilderment
Exquisite agony of clear seeing

The full extent of projection
The shock of seeing a world built upon falseness
The mass delusion of erroneous beliefs
And the madness of all conflict

Brings the seer to their knees in grief

Whilst with the same eyes
Such a beauty, a miracle, is witnessed
The light that is inside everything equally
Is realized fully
And all is experienced as perfect
Always was, always will be

The clear seer walks the earth
Heart broken and filled with joy
Grief stricken
Yet in limitless acceptance
Of all that is

There is no escaping duality
But depending on the depth of one’s seeing
One can allow it to be as it is
On ever more subtle yet profound levels.

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A Collective Grief

And if an immense sadness
Approaching grief and overwhelm
Should fall upon you
Do not throw your hand
Or think there is something terribly wrong

For the opposite is true
Something right is happening in you
Albeit painful and difficult
There are two types of sadness and grief
The individual and the collective
And we cannot know which is which

Our emotional body is connected to the whole
But we are unaware of this
And this may cause us great pain
We are more connected to each other than we know
And we try so hard to maintain our separation

But we are in the time of collective suffering
And we are each barometers and holders of that grief
When the collective lie is great
It is the same as the pain of individual denial
Which is great

We cry, we grieve, we endure
We dance, we mourn, we shout
We rage, we pray, we love, we beseech
We laugh, we allow,
But we do not deny
And we are not ashamed of feeling fully.

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Already Masked Up

How many masks will we wear
Before we realize
We were already wearing masks
Because shame is at the root
Of unconsciousness
And we live in a world
Where people hide their vulnerability
And hide their grief
Afraid of revealing themselves

This new mask syndrome is convenient
But, on the existential level,
Doomed to failure

We are born for contact, for connection
We are trained to watch each other’s every detail
We stare into the eyes and face of our mother
Reading with wonder every twitch, smile and frown
And now all we see are the eyes of strangers
Some hostile, some benevolent, many scared
Reaching out across space and time
Like stars blinking in a dark universe

We were already masked up
Hiding how we feel
This current masking brings us to our grief
The height of our apparent separation from each other
Secretly, on the shadow side,
I think many actually want to wear masks

We are at our grief point my friend
Breakdown or breakthrough, who knows which

I am sorry, please forgive me, I love you.

– Kaviji

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