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.

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Innocence Remembered

Our innocence is never lost
But always hidden
We each experience the fall
As though we are destined
To know that loss
That heartbreak
The shame and the guilt
The blame and the rage
We carry such burdens
That weigh heavily on our simple joy

We are all adam and eve
Playing out some vast human struggle
To reconcile the innocence of our true nature
With the burden and flaws of the human experience

When, through grace, we discover
Our innocence is still there
And is only covered over with survival strategies
It brings such relief
It returns us to the wholeness
That is our essential truth.

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The Beautiful Reunion

We build a wall around our vulnerability and innocence
And live seemingly outside it for many years
Until we realize it no longer serves us
And then we find we don’t know how to take it down
The wall of defense became a prison
Without us ever noticing

Eventually, through persistence, inquiry and grace
We rediscover the innocence hidden for so long
Still there waiting for our return
This is a beautiful reunion
And heralds a return to the wholeness and harmony
We truly are and never left.

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Find Stillness, Wisdom Follows

There is a river of intelligence
That runs through us
A silent stream of goodness and wisdom
That may guide our hand and mind
A gentle nudge or a gut feeling
Or an inner voice that whispers in our ear
This is our true navigation

It is beyond reason
Beyond all information
And beyond mind
It can only be heard in peaceful abiding

The grace of the dawn as it silently arrives
Invites even the most timid bird to sing its courting song

Find stillness and inner wisdom will follow.

The Light Within

To discover the blazing light within
Is to discover the surrendered and innocent state
That is prior to any conditioning

To claim this and court it consciously
Is our inalienable right
As sovereign beings on this plane of existence

There is nothing wrong with anyone
Except thinking makes it so
But all this thinking is only the surface chatter
And deep below, way down,
Sometimes imperceptibly elusive
Is the blazing light
Of our essence

Throw off the shackles once and for all
And know the light that lights you
It is always there, but you have been wandering
Thinking you are lost, searching high and low,
For something that has never left you.


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The Beauty Always Here

The more tender and open we become
The more profound is the beauty
That reveals itself to us
The beauty is always here
It is us who are not available, for we are not here

Sometimes we may stumble upon this beauty
By grace, accident or great shock
Some have seen it in the space between life and death
Yet always these moments are fleeting
And leave us with longing and desire
To become established in that beauty, that love

And there the journey home really begins
The unravelling of what was once thought true
The meeting of ones darkness and what was denied
The falling, the grasping, the letting go
As the unknown looms large with great portent

And we may even become distracted for some time
By the imagination, as it dreams of what that beauty looks like
The mind is tenacious and hijacks everything
Including the truth, and it will tell us we know what to look for
And this detour may prevail for years

But by and by everything that is not the true path
Becomes a dead end

And we are left naked and vulnerable
And in that nakedness is our innocence
And in that innocence is the beauty
We so desperately sought
We must return to the garden naked and empty.

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Allow Your Heart To Open

Just for the next few hours
Don’t talk about how worried you are
Or how bad things might be
Don’t even think about the future
What might or might not happen

Instead, just for a while,
Consider how deeply you can go
How far down inside you can fall
Contemplate on how open you can be
How vast your heart can become

There are treasures here and now
Even amidst the difficulty
But to discover these riches
We have to turn away from the noise
Turn off the endless fear parade
Whether in our own mind
Or in the world we experience

Don’t worry, it will all be there
If you decide to return

But for now, allow your heart
To be the openness it longs for
Now is the time to pour yourself
Into that inner chamber

There has never been a better time to love
Let nothing hold you back.

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Reclaim Your True Self

How much of yourself
Have you given away so far
How much has been stolen
With or without your permission
How much authority
Has leaked away over the years
How much innocence
And natural gut wisdom
Has been compromised

Some folks leak their whole lives
Never able to repair the cracks
Not willing to revisit pain and anger
So there they stay, trapped,
Depressed, resentful, sad

But there is a way to restore ourselves
Though the path may be arduous
It is interspersed with great epiphany
Though it may be painful
Revisiting old wounds
It is joyous to discover oneself again
It is like waking up from a slumber

Of course there is the sorrow
That comes with seeing all the wounded places
But better the sorrow that comes with joy
Than the sorrow that comes without

Reclaim yourself
Reclaim the inner you
Reclaim innocence and joy
Reclaim true authority
And give no more away
Either to your imagination
Or to other people
This is the calling
It’s not spiritual
It’s human.

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Speaking Truth From Love

Awakening is not a badge
A pinnacle
An achievement
We have it all wrong
We take success consciousness
And try and apply it to our awakening
It’s not that at all

It’s a softening of all hardness
An opening of what was closed
It has no achievement in it
It is tender, even vulnerable
But there is no victim

It’s the wide open space of softness
We just don’t have experience of it
So it’s hard to grasp it
We are conditioned to achievement,
To success or failure
To penetration
To attack or defend
To victim and aggressor
We are even trained to expect hostility
All this talk of softening, of opening,
It creates chaos in the mind
Openness! No way, I hear people say

Yes I say, radical openness
The end of defend and attack mentality
There is incredible strength in openness
But the defended and righteous self
Cannot comprehend it
This strength is of the heart wide open
Speaking truth from love

When you have touched this place
And experienced its power
It will change you forever

And you might fall into a deeper beauty
Into a deep tenderness of love
And that will bring you to your true power

And if we could all embrace
That powerful truthful openness
We could never harm each other
And everything would change.

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A Simple Invitation to Innocence

Mine is a simple invitation
Nothing complex or elaborate
Nothing demanding or costly
Nothing that involves mind or intellect
It needs no theory or even practice

All it needs is willingness and daring

This simple invitation
Is to remember the innocence
You arrived with
And to ask whether that innocence
Is dead or buried

If you believe it is dead
Let us see if that is true or just a belief

If it is buried
Let us unearth it
And reveal it once again
And hear its tender voice
Hidden for years under the weight of the world
Waiting for you

This innocence I speak of
Is not some glib idea or new age fantasy
It is the key to a door that leads to freedom
To reconnect with innocence
Is to make sense of this mysterious journey
In which we get lost and wounded
After arriving in existence with such promise
And excitement

To remember where our innocence
Was lost and buried
To feel that fully
And to make sense of it
May bring us to the gates of wisdom
And wisdom is the gift we really need
To accept the difficult path of life.

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