An Exploration of Human and Divine
My secret is simple
I stopped fighting with the world
I stopped arguing and resisting my experience
I gave up the righteousness
And the indignation
The should’s and shouldnt’s
And I just let it all in
Which meant opening so wide
I became as big as a universe
I stopped measuring everything
And just said ok.
Image by Devanath from Pixabay
In this temporal life
Is it possible
To be so like the sky
And just allow all the clouds
Everything kind of weather
To come, do its thing, and then go
Without grasping at the cloudless days
Or the calm days, or the blissful days
There is a way
Indeed, we must pursue this way,
Or else be swallowed up and dominated
By the weather
But to become the open sky
Means to let go of all attachment
That the clouds bring
I don’t mean to become cold and uncaring
But to become so wide, so free and open,
That everything can just arrive, do its thing, and then go
I don’t say this lightly, and I don’t say it’s easy
I don’t say it’s an absolute space
And I advise caution to believe gurus or teachers
When they proclaim they have fully arrived there
To open like the sky is a new relationship
It requires vigilance and tenderness
Effort and no effort
Insight and resolve
We are breaking the habits and conditioning of a lifetime
It takes courage and forgiveness
And a warriors patience.
Image by Gianni Crestani from Pixabay
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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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.
Image by Albrecht Fietz from Pixabay
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.
Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay
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.
Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay
The cost of not loving
Is too high to bear
We pay with everything
Everything we hold dearNo, the cost of not loving
Is too high to bear
And I am not prepared
To pay that kind of price.
