Let us cry our tears
For the coming and going
Holding the heartache
Close to our chest
Surrendering our resistance
To the inevitable
Not turning away
But bearing it all
Even as it breaks us wide open
The weepers, those who can weep,
Not just for those they love
But for all the coming and going
They bridge the worlds
For really there are not two
But one appearing as two
And the weepers dissolve the illusion.
Presence is a state of being
The ego doesn’t understand
You cannot be present
Without being rooted in silence
And silence means the end of ego.
He or she
Who can master
The agitated self
The obsessive self
The righteous self
The self that seeks power
The aggrandized self
The arrogant one
The worthless one
The self that imagines it is special
And the one that imagines it is not
The self that is constantly at war
Is free
And an asset to the liberation of others
He or she who is mastered by the self
Is a slave to their own ignorance
And a danger to the liberation of others
Mastery of self
Has nothing to do with force
And everything to do with
Surrendering the ego
To love’s all consuming fire
Without humility
The rampaging ego
Will rule the earth
Creating endless division
And feeding on
The fear it creates
Inner freedom loves
The freedom of others.
Leave your bags
At the water’s edge
Go naked and empty
Dive in to the deep
Let the water cleanse
Your energy body
Do not look back
Neither look forward
Be where you are
Enter the moment
Between the in-breath
And the out-breath
Allow eternity itself
To be revealed to you
By dying to all
That is temporary
Be still
And walk
To the busy market
Return with your basket full
And your mind free.
The Beloved says…
Go forth into the realm of form
Be an emissary of the light
Seek to be unattached
Even as attachment
Wraps you in its arms
With its sweet and tempting offers
Seek to stay as love
Even as fear grabs you
By the neck
And breathing becomes labored
Seek mastery of desire
Even as the lure of comfort
And the veil of security
Draws you toward it
You will become lost in that place
And then, child of the light,
Remember to dance
Remember to laugh and sing
To grieve and cry in the devastation
To soak in the pouring rain
As it drenches your wounded heart
And let that remembering itself
Be the light that you carry
To share with others
Who have forgotten.
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We have each been entrusted
With the divine spark of life
Love, compassion and joy
Are encoded into our dna
Yet we forget, beguiled by
Survivalism and conditioning
Mesmerized by desire and fear
And in our amnesia
We walk the earth
Searching for something
That makes us feel whole
We are already whole
And each of us
Has been entrusted
With the divine spark of life
Remembering this
Allows the spark
To become a fire.
Image by Lenka Sevcikova from Pixabay
I don’t know how it happened
It just gradually happened
As if by itself
In its own time
Without me noticing
The switch
From the separating of things
To everything being included
And being fundamentally accepted
I don’t know how it happened
It wasn’t something I did
But eventually the separate self
Dissolved into unity
Maybe it was as inevitable
As the cliff that finally falls into the ocean
After countless years of erosion
It wasn’t a big bang
No trumpets or fanfare
Nothing grandiose
Just a simple shift
Almost imperceptible
And entirely natural
As though the final step
Was the smallest
As though the final breath
Was the ‘Ahhh,’ of the final release.
Image by MonikaP from Pixabay
If we could just sit
And be with each other
In the silence
Of the unspoken
It would be enough
There is such a healing to be found
In the deepest communion.
Image by Cheryl Holt from Pixabay
My friend, if you want to touch reality
If you want to know the truth
And live as love’s open hand
First you will have to remove the dust
From your eyes
Take off the blinkers that narrow your vision
Open your heart to life
Drop to your knees in surrender
Release your righteousness
And fall into the deepest unknown
You will have to stop being someone
And become no thing
Belong to no one
You must fly into the sun
So the light burns off
Lifetimes of guilt and shame
If you really want what is true
You must stand naked and unashamed
Innocent and tender
Before the world
Only this humility will open the door
To love’s deepest truths.
– Image by kreuzfeld from Pixabay
I, like you, have been to the dark place
I have crawled in the pit of despair
Met the existential black hole
And surrendered myself to it
I have railed at God
Thrown myself away
Fallen, got up, fallen, got up
Fallen and stayed there
As I finally stopped looking for hope
Or hanging on to anything the mind offered
I gave myself to the dark place
And there, in that overwhelm,
I swear there was the tiniest chick of light
That seemed to beckon me towards it
I had no idea whether it was death itself
Or the light of life
As I drew closer to it I saw
It was beyond both, neither death nor life,
But the light of an unconditional love
Out of which everything arises
And into which everything falls
Yes I have been to the dark place.
