Nothing about real love is insipid Neither is it collusive or co-dependent It is not transactional or weak In fact real love Has nothing to do with the personhood It is not a choice A thing that can be picked up and put down It is what is left when everything false has died
If any of these fools strutting around the world Full of themselves and their opinions Tasted real love for one moment They would fall to their knees in sorrow Before giving up their arrogance
It is not really love It is a fire That burns everything that is not love, to ashes And it is in you, always Waiting for you To say yes to it.
If tears should fall I will catch them In a sacred bowl And feed the flowers And those flowers Will feed the butterfly And the hummingbird And thus will the beauty Of your sorrow Feed the natural world To which we still belong.
The beloved chose you To pour itself into existence But you keep looking For something to fill An imagined hole in you. There is no hole.
Whenever a heart breaks open There is a divine celebration For someone has remembered their humanity.
The armor we wear Donned in the early years Solidified over time Once our protector Now become a prison Locked in syndrome Driven mad by our wounds Acting out grievances The pain body
All this must be liberated On the true spiritual journey.
There is a natural intelligence That speaks a secret language You can only hear it, and feel it, When you stop trying to fill all the gaps When you get very quiet and utterly still And listen without thinking.
The true human being Has undone everything And made no attempt To do it all up again
They live from emptiness The most beautiful grace of all.
Oh! what a wondrous journey is this That takes us high and low That strips us away to what we truly are That calls us to meet ourselves Deeper and deeper That invites us to embrace Every unloved part of ourselves Until we arrive At the place we never really left.
There is no deception Greater than The illusion of separation.
The humble and penniless hermit Who lives content in solitude in the woods Able to face him or herself Has more true power and wisdom Than the king of the heap For they have harnessed The silence and stillness of their being.
Relaxing into being,
Seeing the waves Rise and fall,
Breathing with The rhythm of life,
Feeling the heartbeat Of existence,
Presence arises By itself
There is no doer.
Befriend your monsters And inner demons Meet them with the open arms of love Take a deep breath and say ‘Welcome home, I’ve missed you,’
And see what gifts they bring And what hidden powers they have for you
Often it’s the resistance itself That causes the suffering.
When you open your inner pandora’s box Expecting a thousand ghosts and ghouls And all manner of horrors to be released
You discover ten thousand butterflies That have been trapped in a cage And all you ever felt Was the flapping of their fragile wings As they begged for their release.
This has been one of my most liked poems for a while across the social media platforms. I think it speaks to something deeply within all of us. Maybe it relaxes some inner tension and brings some positivity to what we go through on the path of transformation.
Give up trying to bargain with life Or overcome it Existence has all the cards And you won’t win that game Just meet it naked and open Throw your righteous ego away Bow down in dignified humility And life will melt into you And soften you up Beautifully.
Pierce this heart to the core I no longer care for civility Or behaving myself Let what is deep inside Flow out into the world And flood the barrenness
What is everyone so afraid of Love is not to be feared It’s lack of love That should be feared
Pierce this heart to the core And see the sorrow And the grief See the joy and the beauty Flow out like a never ending river Be done with all this pretense Only the wetness of love matters
Let life go all the way in No more holding it all back Keeping it all together Playing the safe game Let it in Allow love to flow In and out It’s what you are for It’s who you are Beyond the surface dance
And now is the time Not soon Not when you are ready When things are a little better And you are more prepared But now, and now, and now.
The spiritual journey Is not composed of just Acceptance and grace It is not all love and light And effortless opening To the majestic beauty of it all
Oh no…
Sometimes you have to Get down on your knees And dig in the dirt And in the crap of it all It can be a snotty tearful mess In fact it may feel wretched And you might rail at god And life itself For the injustice It’s not all sweetness and joy It can get very messy
And you may need some resilience You may find yourself Hanging on for dear life By your finger nails Even questioning your sanity Rock bottom
And you may need resilience The resilience to keep on walking Without even knowing where you’re going In the darkness In the mess In the tears and the anger Just that resilient willingness To persist To just keep on walking Because you can
This resilience does something It forges something within Like a blade It’s almost a hidden quality On the spiritual path Neglected in all this talk Of surrender and acceptance
I walked away from my life And into the fire of love Following only the flame No concern for self or future Caught by an impulse Led by a fragrance Into the unknown
I gave myself to that fire Oh! did it burn When you say yes to love All that is not love Turns up to the party.
Poetry of Beauty 