All Our Ancestors

To a certain extent
Ancestral heritage
Is the passing on
Of unresolved wounds
Hardship and pain
Survivalism and suffering

That which our ancestors
Could not meet and transform
Is passed on like a hot coal
To the next generation
On and on it goes
Even on the cellular level

We are vibrationally and energetically
The carriers of our ancestors
Some of our deepest unknowable movements
May have the fragrance
Of countless generations in them

And now you and I are here
With the opportunity
To end the ancestral passing on
Of unmet wounds

You and I
Are where the buck stops
And the resolution, forgiveness and love
We can find in ourselves
Will be passed on, not just to future generations,
But even on some mysterious level
To those ancestors who played some part
In bringing us here

That’s how important our transformation is.

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The Door of Sadness

The door of personal sadness and grief
When embraced and opened to fully
May lead to the palace of realization
Of universal suffering
And the nature of temporariness

The one who can live from broken heartedness
Can walk through the valley of desolation
With equanimity and the greatest acceptance
Of the way things are

That one may be a healer
A homeopathic remedy
For the collective body
That struggles so much
As it constantly turns away
From the painful truth of life

The bitter sweet path
Brings depth and richness
To all it touches.

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EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT

And then one day you realize
At the end of life
Or at some point on the journey
That it’s all God
It’s all one being life-ing itself
And the mind can’t grasp this
But the soul knows it
And the spirit knows it
And the unconditional heart feels it
And the inner eye sees it

And this causes such a wave of love
That the whole universe falls into it
And you understand
That everything is really alright

And nothing you do, or don’t do, changes that.
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It is OK

It’s ok to feel afraid
It’s ok to feel heartbroken
It’s ok to feel angry
It’s ok to fall on your knees, beaten by life
It’s ok to cry an ocean of tears
With no seeming end in sight
It’s ok to surrender to grief when it calls
It’s ok to come face to face with meaninglessness
It’s ok to be bored, fed up, listless
It’s ok to search, and it’s ok to stop searching
It’s ok to laugh, to dance and to celebrate
Even in the face of suffering
It’s ok to stop
Whatever habit you have been feeding
It’s ok to change your allegiance from your own mind
To tenderness, to kindness, to openness
It’s ok to change, even after a lifetime
Of carving yourself into being someone
You thought you needed to be
It’s ok to throw those old idols away
It’s ok to throw those old self images away
It’s ok to transform and renew
It’s ok
It’s ok
It’s ok.

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Drenched in Sorrow

Here we are
Crying the grief of the world
Broken hearted lovers
Drenched in sorrow

No knowing if these tears
Are ours or the worlds
Or just the fact of being human

No more lost in denial
Or any attempt to bear it all
No more brave face or false mask

Just this surrender
And in this great allowing
Something new stirs within us
And within the heart of the world

New growth, a new way
A new vision emerging
Out of the rain

May we walk tenderly on the new path
Yes, we are drenched in sorrow,
But that sorrow is the doorway
To life’s true beauty

And few dare go through

You and I are made for this.

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Return to the Garden

Heart is heavy
Weighed down by mind
Essential purity of love
Covered over by past pain

Mind is foggy
Clouded by fear
Clear seeing occluded
Divided by righteousness

Weary humans
Lost and angry
Desperate for meaning
Grabbing illusory power
In the face of eternity

We have given ourselves to a dream
Believing it to be real
Stumbled into a dark forest
Full of tyrannous shadows
And menacing threats

Only the silent humility of openness
The peace that passeth mind’s understanding
Can bring us back to our light
Tears may fall, thunder may rage
Grief’s rain may become an ocean
And swallow us up

But it will be true
And our hearts and minds
Will be cleansed of past pain
And resolved of righteousness

And we will return to the garden
Renewed and refreshed from our dream.

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IT HURTS

Yes my friend it hurts
Life hurts
In fact it can be excruciating
Agony, to the bone suffering,
There is no escaping pain
Except by denying it
Or numbing ourselves to it
But neither strategy actually works
The pain just gets deflected or buried

No, life hurts, that’s just the basic truth
Even spirituality won’t help you
Although it may offer the carrot
Of a painless life
And if you want a detached existence
Whereby the human experience
With its inherent pain
Is turned away from
So be it

But still it will hurt

No my friend, the only way is through,
The only choice is to open so wide
To sacrifice all resistance to life
So that the pain, the causes of pain,
The suffering, the grief, even the rage and fury
Are all included in that opening
Without identifying with any of it

That is the art of the deepest acceptance of life
And all that comes with it

A beautiful, excruciating, ecstatic, annihilating,
Maddening, confusing, overwhelming, existence
That brings us to our knees.

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WELCOME ALL PARTS HOME

You can try hiding parts of yourself away
Without even realizing it
For a lifetime
But they will never disappear
Nothing does
These denied and turned away from parts
Have an underground life in the shadow world
Influencing your actions, words and experiences
Seemingly hell bent on destruction
But actually trying to grab your attention
So they can come to the light of wholeness
And be welcomed home to love.

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