In Our Grief

Speak only of tenderness
On days like these
Accept love’s open arms
And be held in the unconditional

In our grief a beauty shines

The heart is revealed
As not made of stone
But of flesh and blood and spirit
We are fragile creatures
Walking a precarious path
With little knowledge of what awaits

Today we are reminded
Of the preciousness of life.

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It All Comes Home

When everything comes home within you
It all comes home to an open heart
Resolved into tenderness
Returned to innocence
It becomes love
And you become love
It sounds elevated and unreachable
But it’s not, it is very human
It is nature’s pure intelligence
Seeking to resolve itself
Through you, as you.

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Love as a Living Reality

Can we live
As though love
In its most profound form
Or awakening
In its most embodied truth
Was the most important thing in our lives?
Not second, not kind of, sort of,
But as an act of utter dedication
And when we forget or become triggered,
To return with an even greater devotion
Not berating ourselves or regretting,
But simply recommitting and deepening
There is only one way
To make love a living reality
And that is to live it as a reality.

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Heart Broken and Filled with Joy

When the eyes begin to clear
And the veil falls finally to the ground
What remains is a kind of bewilderment
Exquisite agony of clear seeing

The full extent of projection
The shock of seeing a world built upon falseness
The mass delusion of erroneous beliefs
And the madness of all conflict

Brings the seer to their knees in grief

Whilst with the same eyes
Such a beauty, a miracle, is witnessed
The light that is inside everything equally
Is realized fully
And all is experienced as perfect
Always was, always will be

The clear seer walks the earth
Heart broken and filled with joy
Grief stricken
Yet in limitless acceptance
Of all that is

There is no escaping duality
But depending on the depth of one’s seeing
One can allow it to be as it is
On ever more subtle yet profound levels.

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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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A Collective Grief

And if an immense sadness
Approaching grief and overwhelm
Should fall upon you
Do not throw your hand
Or think there is something terribly wrong

For the opposite is true
Something right is happening in you
Albeit painful and difficult
There are two types of sadness and grief
The individual and the collective
And we cannot know which is which

Our emotional body is connected to the whole
But we are unaware of this
And this may cause us great pain
We are more connected to each other than we know
And we try so hard to maintain our separation

But we are in the time of collective suffering
And we are each barometers and holders of that grief
When the collective lie is great
It is the same as the pain of individual denial
Which is great

We cry, we grieve, we endure
We dance, we mourn, we shout
We rage, we pray, we love, we beseech
We laugh, we allow,
But we do not deny
And we are not ashamed of feeling fully.

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The Wheel of Life

You say being kind in a hostile and dangerous world
A world full of endless trouble and suffering
Is naive and foolhardy

I say kindness is a display of wisdom and an embracing of innocence
And that, in the face of all life’s woes
Indeed, knowing the nature of existence itself,
To retreat into cynicism or closure
Increases suffering and unwillingness
And still doesn’t stop it

Eventually everything is taken
Eventually everything opens to its fate
We are all walking towards the same door
And life is inherently both tragic and ecstatic

Only an open heart and surrendered mind
Can allow the world to be as it is
Without rejecting it or trying to explain it
And that awareness will become kindness
When it is allowed to flow

Compassion is not a belief
It is a natural response
To the wheel of life.

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LOOK INTO YOUR OWN HEART

To find the truth
You must look deep into your own heart
Into your soul and into your deepermost being

The spiritual wayfarer who tries to find truth
By accumulating knowledge
Will, quickly or slowly, find themselves at a dead end
With nowhere left to go but in

That is a beautiful moment
For then the journey really begins
As the knots and the protective layers
That cover up vulnerability
Are met, embraced and dived into
A profound deepening happens
And a great tenderness arises

By and by this opening and tenderness
Reveals itself as the truth
Not as a mental construct
But as a flower that opens
When its time comes

As a lived reality.

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