There is a part of you
Free of ancestry
Free of conditioning
And cultural definition
That undefined, unknown
Unbound and wildly free part
That’s the part
I want to dance with
Liberate yourself.
LIBERATE YOURSELF
Tag: poetry
THREE VERSES OF HEART
Oh tender heart
That holds so much sorrow
That feels the world
And all its grief
Humble heart that breaks
Again and again
Until it shatters
And falls back into the ocean
Oh sweet heart
Full of joy and wonder
That longs to dance
The song of freedom.
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SPEAK YOUR NAME
Speak your name
Into the world
You were gifted a voice
To share your wisdom
To say what must be said
Don’t allow self worth
To stand in the way
Don’t worry about being strong
Or being ready
That day is already here.
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ALL THINGS WANT TO COME HOME
Everything denied
Eventually makes itself known
One way or another
All things want the light
The darkness finds a way
To express itself
And the shadow
Follows us because
It wants to come home.
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A GLIMPSE BEYOND THE VEIL
If we could just touch
Our unconditional nature
And catch a glimpse
Of eternity’s secrets
For one exquisite moment
We might stop being
So lost in form’s illusion.
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THE TEARS THAT LIGHT THE WAY
I see the tears you cry
As radiant jewels
Falling softy from eternity
Into the human realm
Lighting the way home.
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THE DOORS OF YOUR HEART
Throw open the doors of your heart
Give up all this bartering and negotiating
Love is not for trading
Although the transactional mind
Will tell you otherwise.
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THE HEALING TEARS
Sometimes I feel we must
Cry the world back to life
To restore us to our naturalness
And remember our common humanity.
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WHEN THE RAIN FALLS
The rain soaks the parched earth
We stand in the wetness of it all
Our eyes turned towards the heavens
Is it joy that is falling
Or a kind of grief
Stop dividing everything up
For everything is inside everything else
There is awe and mystery everywhere
When the heart opens.
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SET AN EXTRA PLACE
Set an extra place at the table
For the lover, the fool and the mystic
But don’t expect them to be polite
The lover will reveal their torn open heart
The fool will speak words no one else dare utter
And the mystic will weave mysterious tapestries
From the tablecloth
It will be a night to remember
You may never recover your senses.
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