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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In Our Grief

Speak only of tenderness
On days like these
Accept love’s open arms
And be held in the unconditional

In our grief a beauty shines

The heart is revealed
As not made of stone
But of flesh and blood and spirit
We are fragile creatures
Walking a precarious path
With little knowledge of what awaits

Today we are reminded
Of the preciousness of life.

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It All Comes Home

When everything comes home within you
It all comes home to an open heart
Resolved into tenderness
Returned to innocence
It becomes love
And you become love
It sounds elevated and unreachable
But it’s not, it is very human
It is nature’s pure intelligence
Seeking to resolve itself
Through you, as you.

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It’s OK To Feel

It’s ok to feel low
It’s ok to feel demoralized
It’s ok to feel angry
It’s ok to feel grief
It’s ok to feel fear
It’s ok to feel anxious
It’s ok to feel depressed
It’s ok to feel frustrated
It’s ok to feel bereft
It’s ok to not feel anything
It’s ok to not know
It’s ok to feel confused
It’s just ok

Don’t censor yourself
And draw erroneous lines
That dismiss some feelings
And choose others
Allow everything to flow
Just don’t attach
Over importance to it
And soon the drama of what is felt
Will lose its intensity
And equanimity will arise.

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The Gamble of Love

We risk it all every day
We are hardwired to it
And there is nothing we can do
Only the hardest of hearts
Can keep it out
And they suffer terribly

We gamble it all
Because we must
Because we are here
Because we are human

The risk is having our hearts broken
The gamble is loving without condition

There is no choice but to love
And the true human being
Is forged by a broken heart
For this is where we discover our humanity
And we see that humanity in others

Life is fragile and precious
How we forget this until we suddenly remember

I say remember how sacred everything is
And hold that sacredness close
Without fear or control
But with great tenderness.

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Moment of Grace

When life breaks you
When it finally brings you to your knees
Which it will do, unless your heart is made of stone,
But when that time comes
Please know you are in a moment of grace
When all the defenses previously employed have collapsed
And the water of the divine is flooding the land

This moment is when the illusion of separation
Between you and existence, you and god, dissolves
And all that remains is the eternal this-ness of life
If you are on your knees
Don’t get up, but live from that place
And your humility and truth will touch everyone
It will pour from you as it poured into you
This is beauty.

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