The Vast Depths of Love

Ours is a meeting of lovers
A service to natural beauty
Through any storms we encountered
We found ourselves in the vast ocean
This love has no edges
There is nowhere it is not
You can’t take anything from it
For it doesn’t belong to us

We have fallen into love’s unity
Surrendered all sense of separation
And arrived at joy

Friend, there is a depth to love
Most of us cannot touch it
Because of our wounds
Because of our defenses
But we know it is there
We sense it in our belly
We hear it whispering to us

Let your longing be that love
Don’t fix it on a thing or a person
But allow the longing for love
To be the love itself
And it will open a secret door
Some call grace

It is our willingness
That calls the divine
To the door.

tear off this falseness

tear off this falseness
and stand tall
in truth
be like an open window
let anyone look in

invite everyone
into your house
and make them welcome

there are no enemies
when love is your abiding state
there is only misunderstanding

don’t be so quick
to jump into
being a person
it is not as simple as that
and when you look
from a certain angle
you will see
worlds within worlds
all real
and all fictional

don’t be so quick
to judge
make love your home
and see the world dissolve.

A Kind of Hidden Beauty

There is a kind of beauty
That cannot be seen
With the ordinary eye
It is beyond the reach
Of the narcissistic ego

This beauty is the truth
Behind the show, behind the mask
It is the beauty of openness
The beauty of the tender heart
It is the beauty that is revealed
When there is no more pretending

Only the nakedness of being

It is the beauty of innocence
It cannot be faked or forced
Manipulated or manufactured

This beauty is a meeting
Between innocent seeing
And innocence revealed
It is exquisite
And, despite our cynical world,
Is still there
Waiting for us all

Most are so preoccupied
With surviving in the marketplace
They lose their beauty
And settle for the mask.

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Become No Thing

You don’t have to become
Another someone
In awakening
Not trying to improve your self
Or change your self in anyway

You are trying to see the self
That already exists
Was born out of illusion
And is not as real as you think

When you really see that
Deeper and deeper
You stop the investment in self
And when you stop investing
In the false self
It starts to go bankrupt

Then you become empty of self
Just a no thing
Neutral and equanimous
More observer
Less actor
Then you can become softer
And kinder and more benevolent
To the one who moves around the world
As the doer, as the player
You get to treat yourself lightly
Because you realize
It’s all an illusion
That’s not a cold realization
But a loving, compassionate one.

Once the Fire is Alight

It’s Painful
Destructive
Confusing
Alienating
Sometimes terrifying
Confronting
Demanding

And yet it calls us

Freedom calls us
Truth calls us
Love calls us
Transformation calls us

And we would willingly
Walk through the fire
And drown in the ocean
Face the pain
The destruction, confusion and alienation
Meet the terror
Be willingly confronted
And accept the demands

Because once love’s truth has been tasted
And the fire has been lit
Nothing else will satisfy the soul
That’s the deal
Waking up from the dream is tough
Which is probably why so many
Choose to stay asleep.

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A Cellular Calling to Love

Deep in the consciousness
Of the cellular body
Part of you still exists
You could call it the past
But it’s not really the past
It is here, now, in the cellular body
Intricately bound up with mind
Woven into the nervous system
It speaks to you in triggers and self talk
Asking to be released
And begging to come home
To fullness and love

What could not be processed then
What could not be met then
What was too much then
What was violation then
What was traumatic then

Is here now to be released
And allowed to become free

The good news is that allowing it all
Even though it brings grief and anger
Tears and old fears
The cleansing it brings
Revitalizes the entire system
And brings the whole of you online
As an integrated being.

This is love.

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The Splendor of the Wreckage

It took me to the edge of myself
I had to die to be reborn
The old self is gone
He was dysfunctional, angry
Distracted, obsessed,
He lived in the past
And carried the bags of pain
With righteous indignity
There was so much beauty in him
Hidden under the weight
Of stories of self
His body was toxic
Nervous system triggered
Always running running away
And then running running towards
And beneath the surface
Such a deep anxiety and despair

All gone, all dissolved
As a dream dissolves
Upon meeting the dawn

Replaced now with presence
With emptiness
With no story, just this
With a love that has no cause
Just this, just this

It took me years
To lose myself
To find my Self
I had to let go of everything
I became so sick
In body, emotion and mind
I came face to face with death
I screamed, I wailed, I raged

Oh I have been there my friend
I know the journey
Of unravelling the knots and the stories
It’s like letting go on an entity
The pain body hangs on to us
And we must let go of it
Again and again
Until it finally just dissolves
Like the dream it is

For me it was like a rebirth
For some people it is gentle
But if you carry trauma
Then it may be an arduous release
But when people come to me
With their new age ways
Of trying to perfect themselves
And make it alright
And tell me they have awakened

It makes me want to laugh
And cry

The transformation we talk about here
Is a demolition of all that is false
And that’s pretty much everything
We don’t rebuild ourselves
From the debris

We live in the splendor
Of the wreckage.

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