Compassionate Heart

This compassionate heart
That grew inside me
Was born from pain
And desperate attempts
To keep away from old wounds
Lost in addictions and avoidance
Strategies that failed
And only brought me greater suffering
And suffering to those around me

When I gave up fighting
My world caved in
And the resistor was destroyed,
Broken up and dissolved
What remained, and it took many years
And many tears
Was this compassionate heart

I saw myself in everyone
I saw everyone’s pain and sorrow
I saw the patterns we weave
And the strategies we employ
I realized that only kindness really works
And only a compassionate embrace
Of all human troubles
Releases us to be who we are.

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Speak Goodness Into the World

The tears of grief we cry
That come from the depth of us
Are themselves the source
Of the goodness we speak into the world

The spring water that is so fresh to taste
Comes from within the deepest earth

The deeper we are able to go into existence
The richer are the gifts we can offer
And when the world is hurting so much
And most cannot find that spring water

Maybe you and I can say
‘Here, come over here and drink a little
You must be weary on the road.’

All we can really offer is an open heart.

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There is a Light

There is a light within your being
I have seen it
It is there no matter what happens
On the surface of your life

That light animates you
Maybe you hear it calling
It is the light of truth
The light of love
The light of rightness
The light of harmony

In these times when so much is changing
And what we took for normal has gone
That light within, which has a voice,
Is your guide, your beacon,
Your navigation
It carries your innate authority
Your wisdom, your purpose,
It is the holder of your divine connection

You don’t have to find it, it’s not missing
All you have to do is turn towards it
And say yes to it
Yes I am listening
And ready for a deeper guidance

There is a natural intelligence inside life
When we discover that river of goodness
It changes everything.

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MY LINE IN THE SAND

And then one day I realized
I had to stand for something
It was my duty to find what mattered
And stand for it
I saw the erosion of our freedoms
The undermining of our truths
The collapse of our rights
And decided I had to say no
That’s not what I want for future generations

And so I made love my line in the sand
Not a weak personal interdependent love
But a ferocious love that does what it takes
To take care of what it values most,
The vulnerable and the innocent,
To take care of who we are
Like a precious child

Sometimes it feels as though our humanity is slipping through our fingers
Under a great, subtle, overt, conscious erosion
While we dally around
Preoccupied with our survival and our habits
Our phones and our apps

We may be the frog
That is slowly being boiled
Unless we stand for something

That’s my line, right there
I call it love.

– Thank you for reading. I don’t often ‘rant’ and it won’t happen again for a while but I feel compelled to state where I am at. I feel passionately that each of us is being called to our own bar now to ask us searching and deep questions about what we are prepared to do for what we truly value. I am responding to this call in the only way I know how. LOVE.

– Kavi

The Door of True Power

The key to inner freedom
Lies in a door in the center of the chest
Not through the myopic lens
Of the five senses tunnel
That feeds the mind
Or the emotional body
That projects its trauma and wounds

The power we seek
Is the door in the chest that, when opened
Allows the greatest power we have,
Unconditional love, to be liberated

Love knows what to do, and does it
This love is not personal love
We may call it the power of universal love
It is the root of right action
And may be the only true way we have
To overcome mind’s fear

All our individual and collective power is inside that door
And as long os it is closed
We are locked out of our inner authority
No one can open it for us
And opening it is an act of free will

Knowing this, what do we do.

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Let us Rebuild the World

Let us rebuild the world
With heartfelt praise
Let us water it back to life
With our grief made visible
There is beauty inside everything
But it must be spoken to
It must be courted
As the lover courts his beloved

The world is dry, parched of love water
Choked of grace, longing to be praised

And if we do this, if we offer our deepest,
We will be bringing ourselves back to life
For it is really us who are lost on the road
A thirsty traveller going who knows where
Forgotten why we are even there
Stumbling along, distracted and confused

Let us decide now, you and I,
To rebuild whatever world we can
To allow our tears and our joy
To fall into existence
And bring nourishment
For the benefit of all beings.

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Praise Not Punishment

There is a secret that only the wisest shamans know
It is that praise is what keeps beauty alive
But this praise is not superficial or of the self
It is true, heart pouring out praise of what is truly valued
Praise says ‘You are in the world and you mean something
You are beautiful and I see that beauty and honor it,’

This simple but openly joyous action
Is like pouring water on a parched garden
It brings everything to life
And allows it to shine

It can be praise of a human being
Or a flower or dog or a tree
Or nature itself
Everything will respond in the same way
Because everything is animated by the divine

My poetry is a celebration of this praise
It is the only way I know
To keep the beauty of things alive.

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The Innocent Presence of a Child

Each one of us was once
A master of innocent presence
A zen master
Born awake and enlightened
We didn’t have to seek it or do inquiry
No meditation necessary
Simply a natural awareness
That required no effort
And with no attempt to hide it
Or to explain it

And upon that innocent presence
Was built a structure called you

At first it seemed so solid
But as time brought experience
It became unstable
And a longing arose from within

For something more
Something more than this structure

But more will not ever happen
More is an illusion

Only less will bring what is being longed for
A seeing through the structure that was built
And a celebrated return to innocent presence

For the zen master is still in there waiting
That which is true never dies
But may be covered up by that which is false
Remove what is covering the light
And there it is.

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