Mystery of the Deep

I will meet you
When you have fallen
Down there in the dark
I won’t try and pull you up
Or change anything
I will simply sit in silence with you
And listen to the empty fullness
Underneath the eternal sky
If words arise they will be met
With the kind of presence that heals
A presence that has no ownership

When there is no attempt to change anything
But instead there is a meeting in the deepest presence
Things change by themselves
Such is the mystery of the deep.

Image by Helena Cuerva from Pixabay

Presence

To be able to stay
Silent and still
Watching the mechanism
Of one’s own mind
As it projects its desires
Onto the world
As it seeks to choose
One over another
This over that
Right over wrong
Good over bad
Or bad over good

To be able to see this
Is the end of one’s lostness
In duality

This is the great freedom we seek
But it can only be discovered
When the seeking itself is seen

It is the work of a lifetime.

Image by Sirawich Rungsimanop from Pixabay

Come Back to Presence and Be A Master of Your Mind

Come back to what is true
Here and now
In this moment
Don’t follow your mind
So easily and so willingly
You are not a sheep

In these uncertain times
The individual and collective mind
Goes mad with its projections
And it’s imagination
And will buy into a million possibilities
None of which happen
And all which create fear
If you want to be a useful warrior
Be the still point of presence
And rest in the unknown
That is where your true power is
That is where your mastery is.

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From Worry to Acceptance

Worry haunts the future
Regret haunts the past

Between those two ghosts of imagination
We try and live fully in the present
But so often fail

When we see both worry and regret
As the ghosts they are
And learn to pay them no mind
Without resenting them

We relax into the acceptance of all of it
Without pushing and pulling
Without cherry picking what we like
And pushing away what we don’t like

Just stop fighting with your experience
It doesn’t lead to happiness.

the poetry of small things done beautifully

there is a sweetness in simplicity
when you slow down enough
to become present
to each and every action
without distracted mind
without wishing you were some place else
but doing the thing you are doing
fully
i learned this through the great art
of washing up
it brings me such great pleasure
this simple joy
is presence
a communion with life
an undoing doing
i don’t rush
or neglect
neither do i fret
i just pay attention
and allow it to happen
as if by itself
such is
the poetry of small things done beautifully

i pray this secret joy
is not forgotten
in the pursuit
of importance.

Photo by Catt Liu on Unsplash