TEN THOUSAND BUTTERFLIES

When you open your inner pandora’s box
Expecting a thousand ghosts and ghouls
And all manner of horrors to be released

You discover ten thousand butterflies
That have been trapped in a cage
And all you ever felt
Was the flapping of their fragile wings
As they begged for their release.

This has been one of my most liked poems for a while across the social media platforms. I think it speaks to something deeply within all of us. Maybe it relaxes some inner tension and brings some positivity to what we go through on the path of transformation.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it for a moment. x

WEAR YOUR WOUNDS WELL

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.

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THE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

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.

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THE LUMINOSITY OF BEING

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.

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.

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