YOUR HEART IS A BRIDGE

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.

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

SET AN EXTRA PLACE

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.

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

THE RELIEF OF THE WAVE

When the wave falls back into the ocean
What relief it feels

For a moment it had imagined
It was alone and separate
Looking out at all the other separate waves
And it was scared

But that was just a dream
And now what relief it feels
To know itself as wholeness and unity

And, when it looks out at all the other waves,
It sees the truth of them
That nothing can be separate
It can only imagine itself that way

The imagination tells stories
It is very good at that.

Image by PIRO from Pixabay

THE BREATH OF GOD

We sat silently on the beach
Absorbed in the oceanic
Watching the waves roll in and roll out

And oh
I saw how those waves
Are like the very breath of life
I saw life itself being breathed
The universe as a breath in and a breath out

The divine breath
All of us
One thing
No separation

Form is the breath of God.

Image by kordula vahle from Pixabay

The Dancer and the Danced

We are being danced
Played and vibrated

We have given ourselves an identity
Given a name to the nameless we are

A dancing pattern of particles
Stardust gathered from the vast
Circling an imperceptible black hole, a void
At the center of our constellation

We are a universe, each one a world unto ourselves
Billions and billions of worlds
Colliding, interacting,
Drawing towards and repelling

For one moment, cease giving a name to yourself
Rest as the nameless one
Be the dance

In truth
You are the player and the played
The vibrator and the vibration itself
Mesmerizing astonishing truth

Don’t dumb yourself down
By imagining you are just a small someone
You are all that is
Eternity gathered up as a unique expression
What more do you want?

Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay

The Cliff Falls Into the Ocean

I don’t know how it happened
It just gradually happened
As if by itself
In its own time
Without me noticing
The switch
From the separating of things
To everything being included
And being fundamentally accepted
I don’t know how it happened
It wasn’t something I did
But eventually the separate self
Dissolved into unity

Maybe it was as inevitable
As the cliff that finally falls into the ocean
After countless years of erosion

It wasn’t a big bang
No trumpets or fanfare
Nothing grandiose
Just a simple shift
Almost imperceptible
And entirely natural
As though the final step
Was the smallest
As though the final breath
Was the ‘Ahhh,’ of the final release.

Image by MonikaP from Pixabay