I Am For Love

I am for love
For the embracing of grief
And all darkness

I am for kindness
And the grace of compassion

I am for truth held in tenderness
I am for the dance of joy
And the tears of sadness

I am for the warmth
And strength of the human spirit

I am for beauty, but not superficial beauty,
But the beauty of the innermost
The beauty of the heart broken open
And welcomed home

I am for everyone who seeks to transform
I am for those who, despite great suffering,
Hold their heads high and walk with dignity

I am for our awakening
From the dreamlike state
Of separation consciousness
Into the full flowering
Of our highest potential
As the collective we are

But mostly I am for love
For that is where it really starts.

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When Love Moved In

When love moved in
It changed everything
Fear moved out
Judgement disappeared
Even self righteousness
Went to stay somewhere else
All the unwanted guests
Who had taken up residence
Just vanished
No more sweeping truth under the carpet
No more foreboding
Nothing left but emptiness
And the sweet fragrance
Of silence

In this new atmosphere
Kindness returned
Joy arrived and settled in
Tenderness filled the air
And playfulness arose with childlike innocence

But this love was like nothing else
It demanded authenticity
And open hearted expression
Yes, it meant vulnerability
And sometimes tears and pain

But this love filled the house
With the most beautiful fragrance
One you could not buy anywhere
No store could stock it
And no one could manufacture it
There are some things we cannot buy.

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.
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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.

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