What Really Matters is Love

We have such a tendency
To get lost in things
That really don’t matter
Except in that precious moment
We get triggered easily
And we get lost, say things we might not mean
Do things we might regret
And we forget what really matters

Ego screams ‘I am what really matters,
I must be right, or wrong, or powerful
I must get what I want beyond anything else.’

But that’s just a petulant child
Having a tantrum

What really matters is found in the deepest
Love’s true and authentic expression and connection
Love is what really matters
And not just a co-dependent kind of love
Not the love that barters with life
But one that is inherently giving not taking
There is an extraordinary power in love
When it is not held in self ownership
The true heroes and heroines of humanity
Are not the conquerers or the kings
But those that have stood up in love
Those that have spread love’s fire
No matter what risk or ridicule

There is world changing power in love
But first we must decide
What really matters.

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The Beauty Is In The Deep

Living on the surface of life
All you see are waves
And that’s what you believe
Just the drama and the chaos
The endless crashing
Of wave upon wave
Occasionally calm
Usually tumultuous

But below the surface
Is a whole world of activity
Deeper, more subtle and profound
It goes deeper and deeper
And there are wonders to behold

And this is how we are
The true beauty of us
Is in our depths
Though we have become
Fixated and absorbed
With the drama on the surface

Become a diver
Into your own vast self
Discover your inner world
Your majesty
Your jewels
For they are surely there
In each of us
When we dare to look.

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The Heart Must Open

I woke up this morning
And wanted to write
Something clever and wise
Some great insight
That would strike a chord
In the mind of the one
Who read it

But all I can think about is the heart
And how much love we actually need
And how little of it many of us get
And those thoughts spiraled me downwards
Into the ocean of a kind of grief
Not a sad place
But a true place
A place of love rediscovered
And brought to the parched world

What use is all this
If love is not at the heart of it all
What purpose this life
That we share with others
If love, true love, authentic love,
Is not there, on the table,
Easily seen and openly felt

Have we created a machine-like world
Where love is commodity
A transaction, a thing?

If I have discovered anything
On this long journey of transformation
It is love, pure, honest, simple, open
Real, powerful, compassionate, humble,
Radical, wild, ruthless love
Is the only thing that really matters
And we must do everything we can
To rediscover that love
Lest we wither and perish.

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Let Me Speak To The Beauty Within

Let me speak to your dream body
And whisper words of openness
That may awaken it to remember its truth

Let me say things that stir your soul
And remind you of something
Almost forgotten
Become just a faint cry in the distance

Let me speak of beauty and grief
Of sorrow and sadness
But also of joy and love
And rekindle your inner flame
So easily extinguished in this harsh world

That small voice within
Let me encourage it and tug at it
Let me say yes you can
Even amidst the no you cannot

There is so much more to us
Than this superficial living knows
A life that dwells quietly and secretly
Below the surface
Let me speak to that
So it may come alive
And animate your every breath.

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We Are Drowning

And as we drown
On the existential level
As our very heart
Is invalidated and brushed aside
We die to beauty and tenderness
This world will kill us
Not in the way we imagine
But it will kill our souls
It will make us weary
Always fighting each other
Over troubles we have created ourselves

We are drowning
And without a shift in the way we are
Without a radical change in consciousness
We will drown
We are a tired and angry species
Born for love
Lost in confusion
The heart hangs on by a thread
While fear runs its rampant course

Our butterfly moment
When the old dies
But the new has not yet arrived
We must endure our drowning
And each of us who is called
Must find their way through the darkness
To the light of truth
Each soul that wakes up
Carries a torch that is passed
From one to another to another
Until momentum takes over
And it carries itself

Maybe this is what it takes
For us to change our tired old ways.

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Love’s Mirage

To the open one
The one who has torn off the veil
And now meets life
As openness and acceptance
To that one who has put down
All strategies of defensiveness
And lives from expanded heart

The whole of life as it appears
Is a mirage, an illusion,
Albeit a very convincing one,
Concealing love itself
Behind all form is love
And form is actually
The manifestation of love

But oh how we are beguiled by appearances!
And readily we forget love’s truth
And create this conditional exchange
Scrubbed up and sold as love
But yet a distant and forlorn cousin

I say you must dismantle false love
You must dissolve the mirage of the conditional
Undo all that has been wrongly done up
See clearly behind all this trickery
Into the true heart

There, behind the false face
Is the true one radiating brilliant beauty
Unconditional acceptance
And bewildering wisdom.

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The Path of Non Judgement

To be non reactive
In a world of triggers
Is to be free
Of the shackles
That tie us down
And clip our wings

To be non reactive
Is to have no more charge
In the body mind system
No vestige of the past
Playing itself out
In the present

To be non reactive
Is to bring freedom
To not only yourself
But everyone around you

You don’t have to be awakened
To become non reactive
But you do have to be willing
To die each time
The reactive mechanism kicks in
This is the most challenging thing
And the most rewarding
Because it leads to peace

Non reactivity is ZEN
When non reactivity is reached
Choice can truly happen
Until then there is a part of us
That is pavlovian
Stuck in trigger and response
Like an animal

No…make a choice
Again and again
To meet the world
To meet your own thoughts
With equanimity
And non judgment
This is the true path
And the hardest
And the one that brings freedom.

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