a tale told by a busy mind

i am love returned to you
i am what you see
in the mirror
but cannot face
your secret heart
your true reflection
and face within face within face
even though you may see
a thousand things each day you look
and make a thousand judgements
and carry a thousand fears
i am here
patient and silent
sometimes you see me
and then i vanish,
dissolved by judgments and stories
of past or future
for only in the present moment
can you truly see me

don’t worry dear one,
we have always been together anyway
and one day you will know me as your own sweet self
this life is a sweet and sour game
a ride, a carnival of dreams
a tale told by a busy mind
and only a return to love
is certain
for you.

coyote wisdom of the trickster

Coyote on the Trail Today

the poetry of the divine fool
his teaching says
‘do not get carried away
with yourself,
the truth is
you know nothing,
don’t get carried away
pretending you have
the keys to the palace of wisdom,
the greatest wisdom
is in knowing
that you know nothing

dance in the irony,
in the mystery,
dance in the madness
but remember
you are a fool
a clown
and a joker

and therein
lies your freedom.

Coyote on the Trail

this world needs lovers

i would love to show you the spendour of your true self
i would love to tear down the walls that hide your magnificence
and say ‘there you are!’ 
and watch as you fall to the floor
tears flowing and heart blown wide open
into unconditional love
i would give everything to tear off the mask
that prevents you from seeing
who you really are…

you, i mean you
you who reads these words
not my intimate lover
not even a self penned poem
but you

this world needs lovers
it needs the magnificent ones
the trail blazers
the ones blown open
and unafraid of anything fear can offer

and only when each of us accepts our own magnificence
and glory as the light of god
beyond all recrimination of the mind
will we become an army of lovers
ready to rid the world of fear and hate

this is a a poem of transcendence not belief
its not about religion it’s about freedom from religion
only when one has gone beyond all belief systems
beyond the mind’s constant need to judge and measure
can one be free
and the free are always full of love and truth

this world needs lovers not haters
and that is you and me, my friend.

sunrise-and-san-francisco

you are an illusion

you take yourself to be a thing
an object, a person
but this is a big mistake
and a sad prison

you are not a thing
you are movement,
a process, a river of consciousness
manifesting itself
over and over

you are an unfolding
and a folding
don’t get fooled into
fixing yourself
in space and time
or you will never
be able to swim
and let go fully
into your life

this you
that seems so real
is all smoke and mirrors
a grand illusion
and a tricksters hustle
and it has you
like the charmer has the snake

c’mon, let us awaken
you and i
and celebrate
our death
and eternal birth.
three-of-me-copy

let loose your imagination

let loose your imagination
untether the ropes that hold it down
and, like a giant balloon,
let it soar skyward
but hold on to its ropes
and do not let it escape you 
let it carry you
to a destination
only your soul
and god knows.

do not deny it
or hide from it
for a trapped dream
and a denied imagination
eventually turns
upon you
and starts to devour
your life
you feed it
or it will eat you

let it loose
and then serve it
with your courage
and willingness
to stretch beyond
your comfort zone

and your life will suddenly
have purpose and meaning
and you will grow new branches 
and flower into a beautiful 
act of creation.
kavi-arms-silhouette

wood smoke and coffee

there are two smells
that ignite my love
of incarnation
even on a sleepy
reluctant morning…
woodsmoke and coffee.
one makes me want to
retreat and hide in the woods
live a life of solitariness
with just a dog
for company
the other makes me
keen to take my place
in the great market place
and live life fully NOW

Ah yes, one pulls me away
and the other pulls me closer
i love them both
equally
ready-for-coffee