Grace Misses Us

It is the mystery that informs us
Yet we turn away again and again
In our arrogance and control

The unknown surrounds us
And is the very core of our existence
Yet we scramble and clutch at the known
Terrified of the void

Our lives are borrowed
Our breath sacred
Grace itself has bestowed upon us this miracle
Yet we turn away
Distracted by phenomena
Lost in our petty games
Forgetting to say thank you

But everything borrowed
Must be returned
And breath will run its course
The game will be over

And grace will call us home
Having missed us so badly.

– Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

THE RIVER SPIRIT

You dip a toe into the stream
But the river spirit
Grabs your leg and pulls you in
‘Help I’m drowning!’ You scream
‘I wanna to go back where it’s safe,
I’m out of control,’ You howl
The river spirit says, ‘Don’t worry,
I’m taking you somewhere beyond
Your imagination.’

This struggle goes on for some time
This push and pull as the river winds its way
Sometimes gently, sometimes ferociously

By and by you forget the time
You sat on the river bank
Dipping your toe
For you have been changed by that river
Hard edges softened
Fear of drowning gone
All anxiety about control vanished
Past itself little more than a shadow

And you arrive at the ocean
Where the river deposits you
But, instead of being shocked at the vastness
You simply melt into it
With sweet relief
And delicious gratitude.

Image by Alex Hu from Pixabay

TIME TO BLOSSOM – Dedicated to YOU

The human experience
Carries the potential for greatness
Or terrible tyranny

We are latent beings
Waiting to be activated

There is adventure
Written into our code

What makes one
Rise up against all odds
Out of all suffering
And become a carrier of light

And yet another
Lauded with wealth
Cosseted with opulence
Becomes the harbinger of doom

Don’t think this lies somewhere else
It is in each of our hearts
I was a wreck, tortured by my past
Inflicting my pain of everyone

And then opportunity for change arrived
And I seized it by the forelock
Even though it terrified me

Truly it doesn’t matter what has happened
What matters is how it serves you now
Does it cripple you?
Does it feed you?
Can you use it as food for your transformation?

None of this is easy
But we must face these hard truths
We have but one short life
That may be wasted in the past
And we will miss this beauty.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anais Nin

– I wrote this in March 2019 but now it is more relevant than ever.

– Image by Albrecht Fietz from Pixabay

THE DREAM THAT PASSED

And a great sorrow did descend upon the people
Like a dark cloud that creeps across the sky
And that sorrow brought much wailing and grief
Most fell upon their knees, tears rolling down dry cheeks
Upon the ground, desperate for love

It was a tragic and holy sight to behold
And, for the duration of that momentous event,
The whole phenomenal world fell silent
The animals ceased their activity
The trees became still
Even the fish and sea creatures stopped swimming
As if to bear witness to this miraculous sight

Slowly, as if grace itself had taken action,
Tiny green and vibrant shoots
Poked their heads above ground
Everywhere a genuine tear had fallen
A new shoot appeared
First one, then another, then hundreds,
And then millions, across the parched earth

And then a great joy did arise within the people
As though the dark cloud had lifted
And they had awoken refreshed after a deep dream
Singing, dancing, loving, they celebrated their freedom
And they bowed their heads in gratitude
To the divine intelligence that governs all things.

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

The Warrior Sleeps Within

We must have the resilience
To walk through this great divide
When the forces of one against the other
Threaten our very lives and safety
We must walk as wholeness and with clear seeing
With hearts open and minds unyielding to the pull of the tide

Though I walk through this
Valley of darkness and shadows
I will not yield my openness
Neither will I fall back into fear

Although the threat seems real
Only love’s tender embrace of all life
Has the power to transform
Coal to diamonds

In extraordinary times
A secret power arises within us
The warrior sleeps quietly within
But, upon the call of the distant horn,
Awakens and prepares
In silent prayer

It is you, and it is I,
Who are the guardians of love
Who are the gatekeepers of the tender heart.

mage by David Mark from Pixabay

Remembering Our True Nature

Forgetting and denying
Our innate innocence
Is a great error

Assuming whatever innocence
We were born with
Has been erased
By wounds and conditioning
Keeps us locked in fear
And unworthiness

In other words
Locked in a lie prison

There we must stay
Until we realize
That our innocence is innate
It is our power, our authority
And our truth
And nothing experience does
Can eradicate it

Some call this awakening
But really all it is
Is remembering our true nature.

This is Peyote, our wise and deep, and innocent, puppy.

The Freedom You Seek

The freedom you seek
Is right here inside everything
Now and always,
But you are not
You are lost in a dream of yourself
Allegiance given to the imaginary one
Who claims ownership of all that is

Let go of the ropes
And see that imagined one
Fly off into space
And know that which remains
Is the freedom being sought.

Image by Mystic Art Design from Pixabay

Dance of Courtship

It is simple
Each of us is a moth
The flame we circle
Carries within it
The freedom we seek
But we must fly around
And around and around
In an ecstatic dance
Of courtship
Before the moment,
When the dance is at its wildest,
We yield to the inevitable
Pull of that burning

God is us, the flame, the freedom
And the dance of courtship.

NEW WORDPRESS BLOCK EDITOR – NO

I wanted to post a new poem here today and discovered the new wordpress block editor format. I used it and I loathed it. I was like a monkey bashing around on a computer.

This afternoon I discovered the ‘classic editor,’ and I hope they continue to offer the choice. If I am forced to use the new block editor for my poetry I am gone.

What about you, have you gotten used to it? Maybe you are stuck in the classic mode as well.

This is how I feel about it.

  • Image by Schwoaze from Pixabay

Eden Inside

There is no garden outside of us
It is a metaphor that speaks to our deepest
Eden is our innocence, our inner sense
A place that dwells in the heart of each of us
Our wholeness and truth

We fell out of that place
And we continue to fall out of that place
Each time we lunge into judgement and projection
Each time we see and feel separation
And of course all the time we are in fear

For fear is the vibration upon which
The illusory world is built

To return to our inner eden
That place of innocence and truth
We must meet fear and find out if it is real
We must transcend our judgement and projection
Without bypassing it
We must dissolve this illusion of separation
And upon our titanic meeting with fear itself
We must look it in the eye, stand firm and still
And say ‘no, no more tyranny, I am no longer available for you.’

Upon those words, if said with profound conviction,
The world of form, the world of the separate self
The whole thing
Will dissolve before our very eyes
And it will be as though nothing ever happened
For we will be returned to an innocent state
Of natural intelligence and wisdom
At one with the cosmos and each other and ourselves

This is the time of the healing
That allows us to return home to that eden.

Image by Anh Dang from Pixabay