On Our Knees We Are True

Those who are prepared to be humbled
Are shown the beauty of grace
And the power of love

While those who uphold themselves
With bombast, and cling to being right
At any and all cost
Will never know beauty or tenderness
By clutching so tightly at self righteousness
They are already in a self created hell

The meek, the humble and the true
The lover, the open hearted and the kind
Never really left eden
And they tend the garden with their tears
And with their joy
Hoping one day their lost brothers and sisters
Will return to their true nature.

There is a secret doorway to freedom
Called humility.

This is not religious.

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The Openness of Not Knowing

I have been to the darkest places
Crawled on the bottom of the ocean floor
Met, and fallen into, the abyss of hopelessness
I have been confronted with demons and maras
Walked through the forest of shadows
Experienced failure, time and time again
I have faced the horror of suffering
And the unexplainable beauty of existence
Faced my utter aloneness
And seen all my upheld beliefs
Lie shattered on the floor
Obliterated by truth

And what I have learned is to meet life
One step at a time
With no agenda but the openness
Of not knowing
Meeting each experience fresh
And fearless in that openness come what may

This is a journey not a destination.

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Conscious Kindness

There is a power in kindness
An overlooked and disregarded power
The power to open up parts of ourselves
Neglected and cast out over the years

Kindness, tenderness and openness,
You can’t embrace these deep qualities
Without them having an impact on your life
And on those around you

As John O,Donohue said,
To be created and come to birth is to be blessed.
Some primal kindness chose us and brought us
through the forest of dreaming until we could emerge
into the clearance of individuality,
with a path of life opening before us through the world.”

Kindness to ourselves connects us
To our innocence
And to the innocence of all life
It precedes all the hardness we learn
All the survival strategies
And defensive layers we must build
Just to be here

And the path of conscious kindness
Opens the door to a place
We may not have been for many many years
But kindness does not happen by accident
It is a choice, a choice made over and over,
A choice made even when the righteous ego screams
A choice made even when the victim voice says no
A choice made even when the world tells you, you are wrong
A choice, a path, a new relationship
A path itself walked with kindness, nothing harsh remaining
Until kindness becomes blood and bones, every fibre of being.

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Remembering our Innocence

The purpose is not to open the heart
Because it is not actually closed
But to understand why we had to build
An energetic wall to protect our tenderness
In the first place

And if we find that
The act of awareness and understanding
Brings enough compassion and self love
To melt the wall of defense and protection
And allows us to reconnect with our essential nature
AS INNOCENCE AND TENDERNESS

That is the healing AND the AWAKENING
It is not a spiritual endeavor
It is a HUMAN one.

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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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The Warrior Carries Sorrow

Today my heart is broken open in sorrow
A million stories that end in grief
A young man snatched from his life
Driving down the road minding his business
His killers life wrecked by his decision to drink and drive
On this very street of ours
The news littered with tragedy
But most unseen and unknown
A vast ocean, a tsunami
Of human and animal suffering
That terrifies us
And threatens our very sanity
So we shield ourselves from it
Ah! but that makes us cold and unfeeling

How can we carry sorrow
Without it overwhelming us

By not fighting it
The divine gives us what we can take
And we are wider than we know
And deeper than we imagine

As for me, I do not fight sorrow
I see life and beauty in it
The inexorable consequence of form
And, although it hurts
I know the wave that rises and falls
And my sorrow is connected to my joy

Sorrow, like grief, is our humanity lived
The denial or turning away from it
Is what makes us unfeeling and detached
Don’t be scared of sorrow
It’s your friend in disguise.