It is OK

It’s ok to feel afraid
It’s ok to feel heartbroken
It’s ok to feel angry
It’s ok to fall on your knees, beaten by life
It’s ok to cry an ocean of tears
With no seeming end in sight
It’s ok to surrender to grief when it calls
It’s ok to come face to face with meaninglessness
It’s ok to be bored, fed up, listless
It’s ok to search, and it’s ok to stop searching
It’s ok to laugh, to dance and to celebrate
Even in the face of suffering
It’s ok to stop
Whatever habit you have been feeding
It’s ok to change your allegiance from your own mind
To tenderness, to kindness, to openness
It’s ok to change, even after a lifetime
Of carving yourself into being someone
You thought you needed to be
It’s ok to throw those old idols away
It’s ok to throw those old self images away
It’s ok to transform and renew
It’s ok
It’s ok
It’s ok.

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Drenched in Sorrow

Here we are
Crying the grief of the world
Broken hearted lovers
Drenched in sorrow

No knowing if these tears
Are ours or the worlds
Or just the fact of being human

No more lost in denial
Or any attempt to bear it all
No more brave face or false mask

Just this surrender
And in this great allowing
Something new stirs within us
And within the heart of the world

New growth, a new way
A new vision emerging
Out of the rain

May we walk tenderly on the new path
Yes, we are drenched in sorrow,
But that sorrow is the doorway
To life’s true beauty

And few dare go through

You and I are made for this.

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IT HURTS

Yes my friend it hurts
Life hurts
In fact it can be excruciating
Agony, to the bone suffering,
There is no escaping pain
Except by denying it
Or numbing ourselves to it
But neither strategy actually works
The pain just gets deflected or buried

No, life hurts, that’s just the basic truth
Even spirituality won’t help you
Although it may offer the carrot
Of a painless life
And if you want a detached existence
Whereby the human experience
With its inherent pain
Is turned away from
So be it

But still it will hurt

No my friend, the only way is through,
The only choice is to open so wide
To sacrifice all resistance to life
So that the pain, the causes of pain,
The suffering, the grief, even the rage and fury
Are all included in that opening
Without identifying with any of it

That is the art of the deepest acceptance of life
And all that comes with it

A beautiful, excruciating, ecstatic, annihilating,
Maddening, confusing, overwhelming, existence
That brings us to our knees.

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Unimaginable Pattern

The waves of phenomenon crash upon the shore
Arising from the ocean of emptiness
And disappearing back into nothing
They appear so dramatic
So much froth
And for a moment they have their importance
‘Look at me!’ they cry
‘Yes me too,’ cries another
‘I am only small,’ whimpers a sad little wave

All the risings and fallings, animated with life
All have their moment of glory, big or small
And each one disappears back into the eternal ocean
From the which they came

Everything just plays itself out
A divine movement, a play
An unimaginable pattern
Woven breath by breath,
Wave upon wave,
For no reason
But beauty itself.

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The Warrior Sleeps Within

We must have the resilience
To walk through this great divide
When the forces of one against the other
Threaten our very lives and safety
We must walk as wholeness and with clear seeing
With hearts open and minds unyielding to the pull of the tide

Though I walk through this
Valley of darkness and shadows
I will not yield my openness
Neither will I fall back into fear

Although the threat seems real
Only love’s tender embrace of all life
Has the power to transform
Coal to diamonds

In extraordinary times
A secret power arises within us
The warrior sleeps quietly within
But, upon the call of the distant horn,
Awakens and prepares
In silent prayer

It is you, and it is I,
Who are the guardians of love
Who are the gatekeepers of the tender heart.

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Becoming Whole

For if we cannot bear our own brokenness
And the brokenness of the world
We are doomed to deny it
And from our denial we will create a monster
Born of the shadows, of shame and rage,
Projected outwards in its desperation to be seen

And a world will be created in our image
But it will be a false world built on lies and fear
Its structures made of the sand of ignorance
Everything will be dominated by division
And we will forget who we are

Without bearing our brokenness
We are ghosts that haunt the earth
Trying to get home

So we must turn towards our wounds
Bear our grief and our shame
Embrace our mortality and our shadows
And begin the process
Of becoming whole

This is the only way home
There are no shortcuts.

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Cry the World

Today there is a need for tenderness
A soft warm loving kindness
That heals all sorrow and division
I am tired of the world
And its relentless argument
Weary of those who seek power for its own sake

I am drawn back to childhood memories
Of England’s green pastures of the sixties
My life lived in wonderment and innocence
And then wrenched from that innocence
By those I thought infallible and god-like

Everything seems so far away now
As I sit here in the enchanted land

So many have I known
All disappeared into the beyond
Young and old alike
Some lived a short and troubled life
Others aged well like a mature wine
All now wrapped up in this tender heart

And here we are in these days
When meeting each other openly
In freedom, face to face,
Reading the subtle movement of lips
Seems already a distant memory

My friend, my beautiful friend
I wish we could sit together
Just sit together in the silence that heals
Just sit and cry the world
Back to its natural intelligence
And let this heavy heart surrender its weight
Into the openness that can hold everything.

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Eden Inside

There is no garden outside of us
It is a metaphor that speaks to our deepest
Eden is our innocence, our inner sense
A place that dwells in the heart of each of us
Our wholeness and truth

We fell out of that place
And we continue to fall out of that place
Each time we lunge into judgement and projection
Each time we see and feel separation
And of course all the time we are in fear

For fear is the vibration upon which
The illusory world is built

To return to our inner eden
That place of innocence and truth
We must meet fear and find out if it is real
We must transcend our judgement and projection
Without bypassing it
We must dissolve this illusion of separation
And upon our titanic meeting with fear itself
We must look it in the eye, stand firm and still
And say ‘no, no more tyranny, I am no longer available for you.’

Upon those words, if said with profound conviction,
The world of form, the world of the separate self
The whole thing
Will dissolve before our very eyes
And it will be as though nothing ever happened
For we will be returned to an innocent state
Of natural intelligence and wisdom
At one with the cosmos and each other and ourselves

This is the time of the healing
That allows us to return home to that eden.

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Cathedral Heart

The heart is a cathedral
In which everything and everyone
Is allowed
The doors may seem shut
But they are not locked

We must use whatever keys we have
Whatever intention and persistence
Whatever softness and grace
Whatever resolve and earnestness
To simply open the door

How magnificent is the sight
When that happens
‘Oh my tender and sweet heart!’
You will sigh as gratitude
Pours out its love
An unstoppable stream of goodness
No longer tethered by mind’s righteousness.

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Be Generous With Yourself

There are some, for reasons we may not know or understand,
Who have become miserly with themselves
And miserly with their love
Miserly with their energy
Yet very generous with their judgment

Yet there are also some who, despite great hardship,
Or maybe because of it,
Have become profoundly generous with themselves
Generous with their love
Generous with their energy
And equanimous with their judgment

The same wounds can lead down one road
Or down another
And we each get to choose whether to be
Miserly or generous
Both roads are tough
But the miserly road causes personal suffering
And suffering to the world

We are in those times
When it may be easy to be miserly
Through no fault of our own
But to choose to be generous
Will bring love and beauty
To self and the world

If in doubt, choose generosity.

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