Reclaimed Innocence

When I sit with you
And you show me your self
You reveal the pain and darkness
And all the times your innocence
Was closed down in fear

I see you
I see inside you
I see that which is not broken
I know you want to fix yourself
Because it hurts
But there is nothing to fix
Because you are not broken
Just wounded

I see your vulnerability
And sadness
Your anger and doubt
But there! In all that
I see your beauty
Still there, hiding, waiting

I see your innocence
Not gone, just waiting
Silently in the shadows
For the moment it can return
Surely it will return upon death
But there is a way
To allow innocence back, now

Innocence is the heart
It is like the sun
It can’t break
It can be hidden by dark clouds
That last a lifetime

Open all your doors
The ones you have kept closed
For protection all these years
You no longer need them
You are stronger than you know
And your strength
Is your openness
Your tenderness
And your reclaimed innocence.

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When the Divine Appears

Some of this poetry is ecstatic
Some of it ordinary
Steeped in a kind of sadness
Kindness appears often
It can be gentle or ferocious
A storm or a calm sunset
I beseech
I tease
I challenge
And I love

I know what I am doing
And I don’t know what I’m doing
There is no plan or grand design
No marketing or sales pitch

I seek authenticity always
And cannot tolerate lies or deception

But there is something deeper
At the heart of all this writing
And sometimes it comes through
If I keep opening the door
If I stay willing to just lay it all bare
Sometimes, when the wave is high
The DIVINE appears
And smiles
And lays beauty upon us all
Upon you and me
And that is our healing

I live for that, and it cannot be forced, only invited,
And then we must carry on anyway regardless
The DIVINE has its own time, its own way
All we can do is court it.

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The Holy Water We Swim In

Oh! how much I adore these words
Surrender
Kindness
Grace
Beauty
Tenderness
Vulnerability
Innocence

All of them
The arms and the legs of love
All of them underpinning
Our humanity

When the fighting is done
We return to these qualities
Without them we are not human

They are the holy waters we swim in
I see people struggle in their lives
Because they have forgotten
To dive into the only ocean that matters.
Image by David Mark from Pixabay

The Garden in Your Heart

Inside you is a garden
It could be eden
Or it could be a wasteland

What grows in the garden
Is not dependent on experience
But on the depth of being
Learned through experience

The seeds are already planted
In each of us, they lie dormant
Our freedom is the choice
Which seeds we water
And which flowers we grow

Even though life is cruel
And we suffer tremendous hardship
Some will still choose
To grow love and kindness
Yet others, some from privilege and power
Choose to grow meanness and division

Our power is on the inside
We get to decide what we water and grow
I choose beauty, tenderness
And the kind of love that heals

Using the choice of what we tend to
What we grow, and what we banish
From our garden
Is a revolutionary act
And no matter what happens
It cannot be taken away

Make the choice wisely
Make it often, every day
Every interaction, every choice
Every time you are triggered
Every time you are insulted
When anger rages
When vengeance rears its head
In difficult times
And easy times
Remember your power to choose.

Photo by Veronica Reverse on Unsplash

It Is All Borrowed

I got a ride with Ernie
A driver of Spanish origin
In New Mexico
He recently lost his son
And previously his daughter
He had a beautiful attitude to life
Taught to him by his grandmother
She told all the children
‘Nothing here is yours
It’s all borrowed
And it will all have to be given back
We arrive empty and we leave empty
Remember this always.’

This elder teaching has allowed Ernie
To stay true even in the midst
Of emotional pain and suffering
And has brought him to great equanimity
He was free to love without attachment

It was quite a ride.

I Am For Love

I don’t care who knows
Or what people think
I’m really not concerned
With the projections
Of conditioned mind
I am boldly and proudly
For love
For kindness
For the tender way
For compassion
For the deepest truth
For silence
And for simply joy
These are not weak qualities
On the contrary
They are the mark of the warrior
I am unashamed in my stand for love.