Take off that costume you wear Let us meet in the naked truth Admit it, you are pure consciousness The heavens, the stars, all that was All that is and will be Wrapped in a costume That seems so real But you are not an actor And I know the longing To simply be yourself Is what brought you here.
Eventually fate arrives At every door With the same invitation To return home Until then We must live boldly Tenderly, authentically Wisely and freely We must dance with tears in our eyes And the beauty of life In our blazing hearts Tasting the sweetness Even as it vanishes into emptiness.
Who has not felt the gut wrench of grief Drowning in the uncontrollable wave
Which one has never felt broken Fragility laid bare, wounds exposed
All beings stand equal At the altar of eternity
When the veneer is rubbed off Each will stand naked In the presence of the unconditional Adorned only in whatever humanity They have salvaged from their existence
The day I fell out of the world I was caught by a feather hand That has held me ever since
The true spiritual path is tough At some point you may find yourself drowning In an ocean of delusion Games coming undone, unraveling Beliefs that seemed so real Shaking at their foundations All this can feel overwhelming
Friend, learn to breathe under water This drowning is the divine calling you Inviting you to let it all go And stay in the honesty of the unknown
Be softly still And let what needs to fall, fall There is no other way.
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The tangled web we weave Entangling ourselves and each other In the stickiness Like a glue that wants to harden And solidify into something fixed
All this entangling must come undone Sometimes in one fell swoop Often as a gradual erosion
The inherited and conditioned patterns Woven into us unconsciously Parents, religion, morality All the ancestral wounds Playing themselves out in each of us
All this must cease being the driver Of our urges, our habits and our addictions
This is a call to become naked and innocent To fall into the unknowing-ness prior to personality
It is no small call, not for the feint of heart It is a warriors challenge, for it takes great courage To take everything off To remove the veils To open Pandora’s box To meet the ghosts To face any and all demons Not from a place of war But from the deepest peace and openness As the sky accepts the tumult of the storm.