WELCOME THE WORLD HOME

The world of your experience
Wants to come home
And it can only do it through you

You are the way
That the world becomes purified
And you can only do this
By opening so wide
Into the deepest acceptance
That everything is allowed
To find its true resting place

This itself is profound
And is how the world is healed.

Image by Benjamin Balazs from Pixabay

Grace Misses Us

It is the mystery that informs us
Yet we turn away again and again
In our arrogance and control

The unknown surrounds us
And is the very core of our existence
Yet we scramble and clutch at the known
Terrified of the void

Our lives are borrowed
Our breath sacred
Grace itself has bestowed upon us this miracle
Yet we turn away
Distracted by phenomena
Lost in our petty games
Forgetting to say thank you

But everything borrowed
Must be returned
And breath will run its course
The game will be over

And grace will call us home
Having missed us so badly.

– Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

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.
Image by Fifaliana Joy from Pixabay

The Deepest Unconditionality

There is an inner depth
Available to us
If we are able to dive in
And keep diving
Through layer upon layer
Past what is known
Beyond doubt
Beyond certainty
Through the dense layer of belief
Past security and fear
Through the clouds
Of conditionality
And transaction upon which
We base our lives

Deeper and deeper
And deeper still
Until all vestige
Of this humanness
Is but a whisper
And there
We will discover
God

For we will have fallen into the unconditional realm
Where all is open and accepted
In the most profound way
Because everything is known to be one thing
And that, my friend, is the most astonishing realization.

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

TIME TO BLOSSOM – Dedicated to YOU

The human experience
Carries the potential for greatness
Or terrible tyranny

We are latent beings
Waiting to be activated

There is adventure
Written into our code

What makes one
Rise up against all odds
Out of all suffering
And become a carrier of light

And yet another
Lauded with wealth
Cosseted with opulence
Becomes the harbinger of doom

Don’t think this lies somewhere else
It is in each of our hearts
I was a wreck, tortured by my past
Inflicting my pain of everyone

And then opportunity for change arrived
And I seized it by the forelock
Even though it terrified me

Truly it doesn’t matter what has happened
What matters is how it serves you now
Does it cripple you?
Does it feed you?
Can you use it as food for your transformation?

None of this is easy
But we must face these hard truths
We have but one short life
That may be wasted in the past
And we will miss this beauty.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anais Nin

– I wrote this in March 2019 but now it is more relevant than ever.

– Image by Albrecht Fietz from Pixabay

WHISPER IN THE NIGHT SKY

Personality is a whisper in the night sky
You are the night sky
And the whisper within it

Come my confused friend
Let us dance away our sorrows
On the eternal stage
From shooting star to super nova
Black holes and dying suns

We can whisper our names
Into forever
If we need to
It will mean everything
And nothing

The truth is no one knows why anything happens.

Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay

THE MAJESTIC SILENCE OF BEING

A thousand emotions may flow through the valley
A deluge, a tsunami, a great flood
A fire, a volcano, a thunderbolt
All were allowed to flow unimpeded
But still you were there
Walking through that valley, step upon step,
Resolute, clear seeing, calm and unwavering

There is a kind of warrior-ship of presence
That has nothing to do with fighting
And more to do with some majestic silence of being
Each of us has the capacity to discover it
And each can choose to walk rooted in that presence
For the rest of our days.

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

Turn Off The World

My friend,
Turn away from your television
Put down the news
Ignore your social media
Just for today

Do not worry,
The trials and tribulations of the world
All this tumult and turbulence
All the fear and lies
Will still be there tomorrow

But you will have rested
In the space beyond information

We are being overwhelmed
By the deluge of world
Like addicts we imagine
We cannot live without our fix
Each of us glued to fight or flight
Nervous system meltdown
Exhaustion and depression
Anger and anxiety

So turn it off, put it down,
Rest your heart and mind
Remember your own true self
Still there, still beautiful, still pure

We must not let the world steal our presence
Or the constant fear mongering overwhelm our hearts
There are tests here for us all
And we must rise to meet them.

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

THE DEEPENING

Some call this journey awakening
I don’t
I call it the deepening
I prefer the metaphor and the imagery of deepening
It speaks to something inside us that is hungry for the light
It calls to the soul, the heart and our longing

Everyone knows that the word deepening presupposes
That we will have to meet shadows and wounds
So it comes with a warrior’s challenge

Deepening, there is no escape, no avoidance
Of course it is scary, terrifying even
But that’s the nature of deepening
To meet ourselves and life so fully
So transparently, so tenderly,
That something transforms
From the deepest outwards.

– Image by Darren Lawrence from Pixabay See Less

Unimaginable Pattern

The waves of phenomenon crash upon the shore
Arising from the ocean of emptiness
And disappearing back into nothing
They appear so dramatic
So much froth
And for a moment they have their importance
‘Look at me!’ they cry
‘Yes me too,’ cries another
‘I am only small,’ whimpers a sad little wave

All the risings and fallings, animated with life
All have their moment of glory, big or small
And each one disappears back into the eternal ocean
From the which they came

Everything just plays itself out
A divine movement, a play
An unimaginable pattern
Woven breath by breath,
Wave upon wave,
For no reason
But beauty itself.

Image by Roger Mosley from Pixabay