Why hide what gives you your uniqueness?
The tree grows majestically
With its knots and gnarls
And you cannot tell what is wound
And what is beauty
Be unafraid of your cracks and wounds
They are your account of growth
Wear them with dignity and humble majesty.
Image by RegalShave from Pixabay
The lightness of being
Is a delicate fragrance
Unencumbered by the past
Throw away time’s demands
And remember the innocence
Of your true nature
This beauty is latent within all beings
But only those willing to remove their armor
Can know its light.
Image by Ольга Белая from Pixabay
Empty your temple
Clear out the clutter of self
Far from leaving it barren and desolate
The divine will flow in
And beautify it
In ways you cannot imagine
Be concerned only with emptiness.
Image by Sergey Poda from Pixabay
Here is another small collection of my various outpourings this week.
This week’s poems are dedicated to a beautiful man I worked with recently who I have just learned has passed away. The last words I heard from him said,’ Thank you for your friendship. I’m sure we will remain friends forever.’
I’m sure we will remain friends forever – yes Peter, beyond time’s knowing.
Down here
In the depths
Feeling everything
Holding onto nothing.
If you could see
The luminosity of your being
You would cease all your hostilities
Put down all destructive weapons
And instantly love all things
Beyond measure
It is only our blindness
To the truth
That keeps us at war.
When you let go of trying to control everything
A door opens into a vast new realm
And you are invited to trust life
And not fear it.
It’s the dance of the mystic
In the ordinariness of life
That delights me
The mystic untethered
Shines a light
On the darkness
Nudging those
Who have sought refuge
In the temporary
To remember
The ineffable mystery
Of existence.
Let us meet
Beyond our opinions or beliefs
Somewhere down in the deepest
As two naked beings
Raw and real
Living in the mystery
We call life
Prior to all this cover up
Of the self
We will call it
A meeting of souls
Celebrating the unknown.
You can’t find a place
You didn’t leave
You can only realize
You never left it.
Stop hiding your sacred light
Pretending you are unworthy of it
You are not unworthy of this glory
It’s what you are here for
And all this doubt is just a delaying
Of the inevitable.
Fall in love so deeply
With your existence
That everything
Melts into you.
Come to no conclusion
But walk with presence
In the unknown
Mind wide open
Heart as vast as the sky
You and the world
Become one thing.
Friend, you must fly into the sun
So the light burns off
Lifetimes of guilt and shame
If you really want what is true
You must stand naked and unashamed
Innocent and tender
Before the world
Only this humility will open the door
To love’s deepest truths.
I’m sure we will all be friends forever.
Love has no enemies.
Thank you for reading the words of my heart and soul.
I swim in the underworld
The individual and
Collective unconscious
Seeing where the light is
In the darkness and shadows.
Image by Dorothe from Pixabay
There is a part of you
Free of ancestry
Free of conditioning
And cultural definition
That undefined, unknown
Unbound and wildly free part
That’s the part
I want to dance with
Liberate yourself.
If you hide your light
For too long
It may go out
Or become so diminished
It will be all but lost
But don’t ever lose heart
For that light
Can return very quickly
With a tiny shift
Of willingness
To open the old creaky doors
And say yes.
Your heart is the bridge
Between your humanity
And your divinity
When there is harmony
It means there is a free flow
Of humanity into divinity
And divinity into humanity
And there is no division within
Only wholeness
A whole human being
If this flow is impeded
There is imbalance
And something is denied
Either an armoring of the heart
Or a denial of the mind
A lopsided human experience
Misses the mark
And creates suffering
Both personal
And collective
Embracing all your humanity
With its pain and sorrows
Without getting completely lost
Allows the bridge to open
Your heart is an extraordinary thing
A doorway that, once open,
Allows the full coming and going
Of the profound and the profane.
Set an extra place at the table
For the lover, the fool and the mystic
But don’t expect them to be polite
The lover will reveal their torn open heart
The fool will speak words no one else dare utter
And the mystic will weave mysterious tapestries
From the tablecloth
It will be a night to remember
You may never recover your senses.
Poetry of Beauty 