Everyone Can Fly

Once your wings start flapping
Their flaps of freedom
Once you leap from the nest
And that initial terrifying moment happens
And the wings open
And you start flying
Don’t stop
Don’t over analyze
Why your wings are flapping
Don’t think too much
Don’t look back
Don’t look down
Don’t panic
Or overflap
Just keeping flying
Until it starts to happen
By itself
And it will

That’s how change happens
It’s not in the mind
No theorizing can do it
But leaping, with enough preparation
So you actually know about flying
But then when it’s time
Leaping, flying, soaring
Trusting, persisting, surfing
Gliding

That’s how birds do it
That’s how I do it
That’s how we do it

I thought I couldn’t fly
Until I actually opened my wings and jumped
Then I realized I was pretty good at it

And I’m no different to you.

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The Human Treasure Within

What fragile creatures we are
Wounded and troubled
Confused and tormented

But oh! what exquisite wonders
Are we made of
Filled with treasure
We may never find
We hide from our own light

Why do we do that
What game do we play

Lost in the temporary
Bedazzled by the shiny things
Distracted from truth
We spend our time
Inflicting our projections
On others
Who inflict theirs upon us
We fight with our own kind
For pride and greed and land

And we pray to gods
Of our imagination

And yet, deep beneath the waves
We are stardust beauty
Walking miracles of light
Love incarnate
Capable of extraordinary feats
Capable of unconditional love

What wonders we are
When we let our light shine.

The Art of Being

All this conditioning
This mental slavery
With its righteous beliefs
And rigid opinions
Obscures the natural light within
From pouring forth into the world

In this rather sorry state
Everything about us is functional
And almost robotic
There is no art of being
No inner beauty or radiance

A great sadness must arise
An inner intuition, a hunch,
That there is something more
It doesn’t matter what you call it

But it sets off a cascade
A movement from within
And an unravelling of the knots
That bind us to ourselves
A cleansing of the psyche
A great detoxification

Oh! this is the beauty of it all
The gradual unfolding of the wings
The waking up of the sleeping one
Don’t be in such a hurry
To get to the destination
There is no destination
Only mystery and falling
Into the unknown

This is the art of being.

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Through Love’s Eyes

We scurry about
In our self importance
And love looks on

We proclaim ourselves
Owners of our empires
Prideful and arrogant
And love looks on

We reject and abandon
We judge and we hate
And love looks on

With cruel heart
And righteous mind
We hurt those we love
And those we hate
And love looks on

We divide life
Into good and bad
According to our beliefs
And we deride those
Who disagree
And love looks on

What hope is there
If we don’t turn our gaze
And look through love’s eyes.

Awaken Beautiful Ones

You first saw it when you were a baby
It was love, the truth of things
But, like everyone else,
That truth faded
Hidden by the mask of falseness
Before long the world of appearances
Swallowed you up
And took over
And you forgot the truth
You lived a life of forgetting

And then you began remembering something
And there was an itch you couldn’t scratch
You knew there was more
But you didn’t know where or how
And the search began

It took you over, the searching and seeking
Terrifying, exciting, challenging, heartbreaking
Facing things, facing hurt and pain
Stripping away the layers of falseness

Until you got a glimpse, for a moment
And there it was, LOVE!
It never vanished, it was hidden
The truth doesn’t die, it becomes obscured
At first the knowing came and went,
And left you frustrated and confused
But slowly slowly it stayed longer and longer
And soon love became your abiding state

And then wisdom arrived
And grace arrived
And then the mythic tale of our lives
Did show itself to you
And a great peace came upon you

Inside the world is love
It cannot die, it can only be obscured

Awaken Beautiful Ones,
We have some remembering to do.

Stop Imagining You Are Separate

Sometimes just take a moment

And try and view the harshness of life

As a doorway through which

You can see the divine

It might be almost impossible to do this

Through the rigid beliefs

And the broken heart

But even the trying itself,

When done with sincerity,

Is the grace you seek

It is not outside us

It IS us

Stop imagining you are separate

From everything.