The Eden Inside

Inside each human being
Is a garden
The state of each garden
Is reflected in the world
What we cultivate
And what we grow
How much we tend to
Or how much we neglect
Our garden
Is our choice
No one else’s

Many gardens lie barren
Deserted and overrun
With weeds and garbage
Self neglect is an effect
Of trauma and bad conditioning
Yet still there is a way back

Know this inner garden
Tend to it
Love it
Plant beautiful flowers
And water them daily
And slowly slowly
Watch that inner eden grow
And see the impact it has
On your life.

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To Face Oneself Fully

He, or she, who cannot face themselves fully
Will spend their days trying to manipulate reality
To fit around what is being avoided

What is avoided in life does not go away
That’s not how it works
What is avoided plays itself out
In unconscious patterns
In behaviors that have a destructive element
And in ways that draw attention to themselves

Because that which is being avoided
Is trying to grab attention
So it can be loved and come home
Everything is searching for wholeness

To face oneself fully is not a one time deal
It’s a path that unfolds the rest of one’s life
There is such a richness to this path
Such a depth and wisdom gathered
It is the path of maturity

And all we have to do is stop running
Turn around, and never turn away again.

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Human Being a Miracle

You wear the universe
As your clothes
Your hair the stars
As they fly across the sky

What miracle are you
That you speak and dance
And feel the beauty and the sorrow

You, yes you, pure consciousness
Walking this world
Clothed in this wondrous universe
Clothed in form
Yet still formless

You seem to be so real
Made of matter, skin and bone
Yet you are water, and space
All energy weaved together
And called a human being
You are being
Not ‘a’ being
But beingness itself

If only you could see
What miracle you are.

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The Mystery of the World

This world, our experience of reality
Is not what it appears to be
There are hidden mysteries within it
Secret mysteries we know nothing about
Sometimes we touch these mysteries
And see beyond the veil
When reality doesn’t conform to our ideas
Or we experience some deeper intelligence
That takes us by complete surprise

But most of us take reality for granted
We think we know it
And we are separate from it
Born into it
And that’s that

A grave error has been made
An assumption
That the mind,
Reliant on perception of five senses,
Can know reality
But it cannot

And so here is the thing dear one
The eye that can see beyond
The wisdom that can see into
And the mind that isn’t made up
Can be open to the mystery
That is this world
The mirror in which we look
The miracle, the majesty, the beauty
And the vast intelligence
That we are inside and deeply part of

No conclusion must be drawn
But lived as awe and wonder.

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Release the Mind

To sit in the emptiness of it all
Wordless. Silent. Present.
Without trying to understand
No rationalizing or strategizing
No attempt to fix anything
Or make it wrong, or right
All argument with life finished
At least for this brief time
Just listening from openness, as openness
Almost passive yet fully alive
What a gift
What a moment of peaceful union

We are tyrannized by our own thinking
As though the mind were a machine
That, once switched on, will only turn off
At death

The need for mastery of mind
By seeing its incessant nature
Its relentless mechanism
Is a boon to the human experience
We can do this by releasing it
And realizing it is not who we are

We are wordless, silent, present.

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The Separate Becomes Whole in You

I will not offer solutions
To your existential or real life dilemmas
Nor will I offer you
Spiritual isms
That may satisfy the mind
But leave the heart aching
I won’t promise an easy path
I can’t say there is a painless life ahead
And I definitely cannot say the outside world will change

But I am saying, when you stop turning away,
When you cease running, or avoiding, or even explaining
When your stories lose their meaning and power
And you have the strength and vulnerability
To turn and meet your own demons
Your own imagination
The sorrow of suffering
The pain of distortion
The deceit of the world
And the incessant nature of mind

Something happens that changes everything
As though, by and by,
You fall into a slip stream of natural intelligence
That brings depth, wisdom, grace
And acceptance of your experience
And the world

And the unbearable becomes bearable
The broken becomes unbroken
The separate becomes whole
And the unloved and unlovable
Become love and loved

This is the journey.

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