AN INFINITE ECSTATIC SORROW

As I ran in the silence of the early dawn
Held by the emptiness of mournful piano

An infinite sorrow came upon me
Causeless and peaceful
It was without limit
Soft and almost imperceptible
And inside it
Was a kind of exquisite ecstasy

None of this needed any explanation or inquiry
No holding on to it
As though it were life itself
The air, consciousness, love

I was there, in eternity,
As eternity, a moment in time
A witness and a drop in the ocean
I may never recover
Neither would I want to.

The Door of Sadness

The door of personal sadness and grief
When embraced and opened to fully
May lead to the palace of realization
Of universal suffering
And the nature of temporariness

The one who can live from broken heartedness
Can walk through the valley of desolation
With equanimity and the greatest acceptance
Of the way things are

That one may be a healer
A homeopathic remedy
For the collective body
That struggles so much
As it constantly turns away
From the painful truth of life

The bitter sweet path
Brings depth and richness
To all it touches.

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I Am Sorry

I am sorry
To those I treated unfairly and cruelly
In the days when I didn’t know better
When my ignorance and self absorption
Got the better of me
I am sorry I took my pain out on you
I had no idea then
But I know now
And sometimes my heart is weary for the past
And the ways I once was
I see a boy, a young man, angry and scared
Hurt and resentful
Who took it out on those who got close to him
I was afraid of you getting too close
It triggered my own inner demons
A darkness I carried everywhere
But couldn’t reach or resolve
I am sorry
Thank you for tolerating me
And teaching me

I know better now
And I share that with others
In the hope they will share it with others
And we can stop taking our pain out
On each other

But mostly I am sorry.

The Walls We Build

Must we close our fragile hearts
To the world
To protect our vulnerable selves
Must we erect our shields
And great walls of defense
And separate ourselves
From everything
That is too much to bear
Must we?
Even though those very hearts
Are the doors
To our humanity

The most beautiful quality of being human
Is found through the door of suffering.

 

poetry in everything

poetry is the voice of beauty

and there is beauty everywhere

sometimes hidden by a veil

but with clear mind and open heart

you can pierce the veil of illusion

and see the truth

what we are so busy denying

and turning away from

is the beauty itself

oh! people

turn towards suffering

turn towards tenderness 

turn towards brokenness 

turn towards the tears

you have held back behind the veil

it is this turning towards truth

that allows the beauty you are

to radiate into the world

and that is the poetry i speak of.