Even the Stars Bowed Down

Overwhelmed by all this human insanity
Did he sit in such a silence
That the world stopped all movement

And in that bitter sweet moment
The sky opened its heart
The moon shed its tears
And the sun offered its light
He lifted his weary head
And beheld a beauty
Of such heavenly wonder
That even the stars bowed down
And the universe stopped breathing

From that divine pause
Did time itself come
Dripping like nectar
Precious moment upon precious moment
Creating all this we see and know

Life is more vast than we can imagine
We live on the surface of something
So huge it would overwhelm us if we could see it
Our five senses allow us to navigate life here
But do not mistake perception for reality
They are not the same thing

In a certain enlightened experience once
I saw something with my inner eye
I saw time dripping into reality
Beyond mind, beyond our perceptive senses
I saw something so extraordinary it brought me to my knees
And I understood that we can never understand
Something changed in me forever that day
And I began to serve the divine that animates all things.

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Unconditional Embrace

Our conflict is between
Our own divisive nature
And our innate truth as union

We arise from union
And learn the ways of division
Conditioned to separation and identity
We forget our true nature

But true happiness and peace
Cannot be found in division
Cannot be found in form, identity
Or anything temporary

Without the greater context
Of our deeper truth as consciousness
We are lost in this identification
And thus we fight
With ourselves and each other

Only by knowing ourselves
By deepening our wisdom
And seeing ourselves in each other
And treating each being and creature
As sacred and the same as us
Can we hope to resolve this conflict

That is the task of the new warrior
To hold existence lightly
With tenderness and kindness
To hold duality, identity and form
In unconditional embrace
Knowing we are not that
But living it fully.

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Dissolved Into Silence, He Truly Lives

I cannot contain my life within my life
All sense of myself
As a separate person has gone

And I have become everyone
And all things of creation
I am you, him, her, child and dying person
I am the sun and moon, the stars and heavens
Fish, dog and ant
I see the beetle scurrying across my path
And I am that beetle scurrying to the other side
I am all feelings and no feelings
Nothing seems to be mine
And everything is borrowed
I am dreamer dreaming
And the dream
All life appears to emanate from me
Yet I have gone
Nothing separate to call myself

A love, yes
A kind of reverie of love
A tasting of time’s fleeting moments
Everything here and then vanished

Only presence remains
In silence everything manifests
In silence everything dissolves
What, then, is real.

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The Art of Being

All this conditioning
This mental slavery
With its righteous beliefs
And rigid opinions
Obscures the natural light within
From pouring forth into the world

In this rather sorry state
Everything about us is functional
And almost robotic
There is no art of being
No inner beauty or radiance

A great sadness must arise
An inner intuition, a hunch,
That there is something more
It doesn’t matter what you call it

But it sets off a cascade
A movement from within
And an unravelling of the knots
That bind us to ourselves
A cleansing of the psyche
A great detoxification

Oh! this is the beauty of it all
The gradual unfolding of the wings
The waking up of the sleeping one
Don’t be in such a hurry
To get to the destination
There is no destination
Only mystery and falling
Into the unknown

This is the art of being.

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Let Love Meet Itself

I have given up living on the surface
Accepted that I am no longer able
To speak in the old way
All it is now is poetry and beauty
My talk quickly turns to love
And I get frustrated listening
To words of avoidance
And self deception

A word to the wise
If we should meet
You and I
Let it be like this
Two silences
Love meeting love
Emptiness to itself
Let our presence
Say it all
And our mouths
Say nothing.

Stop Imagining You Are Separate

Sometimes just take a moment

And try and view the harshness of life

As a doorway through which

You can see the divine

It might be almost impossible to do this

Through the rigid beliefs

And the broken heart

But even the trying itself,

When done with sincerity,

Is the grace you seek

It is not outside us

It IS us

Stop imagining you are separate

From everything.

No Destination But This

Mind, arising in consciousness
Considers all things to be dual
It seeks completion in
Destination thinking
And applies its belief
To spiritual freedom

You, as consciousness,
Believe the mind’s stories
And in that attachment
Is a grave error

The error
Of freedom as a destination
There is no destination
There is the path
The walking in presence
One step at a time
One day at a time
One month, year and life at a time

When the path becomes
Easier and less rugged
It becomes a kind of destination
But it is still a path
That is walked
There is no imagination
That arrival at some place
Will solve the problem.

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