The Beloved Says…

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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ENTRUSTED WITH THE SPARK

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.

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The Cliff Falls Into the Ocean

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.

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BECOME NO THING AND FIND LOVE

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.

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The Dark Place

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.

THE WAVES OF PHENOMENA

We are all thrown around
And buffeted by the same waves
It never stops, this movement,
Until we depart these shores

Sometimes it seems
We have tamed the waves
Or learned to surf them
With dexterity and grace
And then we turn our backs
Or slip into arrogance

And a mighty thunderous
Wall of water engulfs us
Half drowns us
And turns us upside down
We cough, splutter and cry
Rail against the water
Rage against the ocean itself

Then we dry ourselves off
And begin again

In many ways
That’s all there is.

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All Our Ancestors

To a certain extent
Ancestral heritage
Is the passing on
Of unresolved wounds
Hardship and pain
Survivalism and suffering

That which our ancestors
Could not meet and transform
Is passed on like a hot coal
To the next generation
On and on it goes
Even on the cellular level

We are vibrationally and energetically
The carriers of our ancestors
Some of our deepest unknowable movements
May have the fragrance
Of countless generations in them

And now you and I are here
With the opportunity
To end the ancestral passing on
Of unmet wounds

You and I
Are where the buck stops
And the resolution, forgiveness and love
We can find in ourselves
Will be passed on, not just to future generations,
But even on some mysterious level
To those ancestors who played some part
In bringing us here

That’s how important our transformation is.

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BITTER SWEET

Oh! the bitter sweet taste of this life
The endless searching for the sweet
And the turning away from the bitter
Yet this bitter taste
Is unavoidable
And, tough as it may be,
We must somehow find a way
To reconcile these seeming opposites

There is a place within us
That knows the bitter and the sweet
To be the same
May our true search be for that resting place.

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