The Eden Inside

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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To Face Oneself Fully

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.

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Human Being a Miracle

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.

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The Mystery of the World

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.

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Everything Wants to Come Home. Let it.

Everything wants to come home in us
All the dark parts and the unloved parts
The neglected and abandoned parts
The unwanted, the ugly and the rejected parts
Everything we turned away from
Because we had to
Everything we still carry around
Secretly or openly
The past always knocking on present’s door
To be welcomed home
Into our loving embrace
Into our open heart

But we turn it away, again and again,
No, we say, not now, I’m trying to meditate
I’m trying to heal, to be spiritual,
I’m trying to be happy or loving
Or I’m trying to hold on to my stories
Because I’m afraid of who I will be
If I let them all go

And so we turn away from
The very thing that can bring us some peace

Open so wide everything gets to come home
Just that one thing can change absolutely everything.

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A Living Softness

Even as the shell appears hard
And the warrior has taken a defensive stance
So there may be a softness
Hidden deep within
A softness in the center

All this surface living bakes us hard
And we easily forget
That softness is grace made human

We live in cynical times
Times of opinion as truth
And a kind of inner strength
Must be carried forth
To meet falseness and despicability

But we are soft at heart
And tenderness, kindness
Is our true strength
If it should wither and perish
We are doomed
And hope of a loving evolution
Must be abandoned

It is up to you and I
To be the carriers of softness
The trustees of tenderness
To carry all that is good
And all that is real
Into the world

There is no need for awakening
To make this so
Just a remembrance of what is true.

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