Remember Your Vastness

Oh! mystic and eternal wanderer
Come here to this plane
Who knows why
Full of hope and anticipation
Innocent and free
Your eyes and heart awake
And joyous

What happened?
Did the world grind you down
With its pressures and demands
Did it force its cynicism upon you
Coerce you into its ways
Instill its confused beliefs into you

And you forgot
All about your true self
Caught up in a net
And plucked from the vast ocean

But now is the time to remember
All it takes is one moment
A flash of inner lightning
To untether
And unhook
And remember the truth
You are this mystic wanderer
Made of stardust and cosmic debris
Your origins are timeless
And when you dissolve back into emptiness
You do not disappear
But become your vast self again.

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Warrior of Love

Even though I may be knocked down
And everything taken from me
Even if the worst may happen
As it does for some innocent people
And even though they may try and get me to hate
I will not

The journey to get to love
Has been too tough
Has forged me like a blade
And turned me to a warrior
And even though what may happen
Will be terrible
I will not become like that
I will not surrender my love
I will not become hate
It is too painful to bear
And I will never stoop that low

There is a kind of dignity
The warrior carries
An inner flame
An inner voice that says,
‘I will not be ruled
By anyone else
I will serve that which is true
And I will never yield that.’

This is my aspiration
To be bold of heart
And present of mind
And meet all of this hate
Like a warrior of love.
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Don’t Give Up on Love

Do not lose your heart
Don’t give it away
Guard it with your life
There are those who would steal your love
And throw it away
Replace it with division and fear
Don’t let that happen
Protect love with your life
Share it as widely as possible
Don’t hoard it
Don’t lock it away
Or keep it safe for another day
That day may not come
Live your love now, today
Not apologetically, nor timidly
But boldly and bravely
Be for love brazenly and proudly
It is a revolutionary gesture
In these hate filled times.

Go to the Source

Poetry is the fragrance of the flower
But not the flower itself
The flower itself
Cannot be described
Flower, fragrance, sweet aroma,
None of these really come close
But they are all we have
Such is the nature of poetry
It is all we have
To point to the indescribable

There is a secret intelligence
Inside all form, thought and deed
The true and persistent seeker
Will discover it
Only in silence and reflection
Will it reveal itself
Once found nothing superficial
Will ever seem the same

Why eat artificial sugar
When you can savor
The sweetest nectar of all

Go straight to the source my friend
If you are thirsty
Drink from the spring
Not the bottled water.

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Through the Forest of Shadows

Our healing, our freedom and our awakening
Are all found when we have journeyed
Through the dark forest of shadows
We must be willing to enter this forest
And place one foot in front of the other
Meeting demons and ghosts, sent from the past
We must face what Buddha faced,
The maras of deception, illusion and temptation
We must meet what we have not met
And, with great stealth and softness
With the steel of a samurai
And the tenderness of an innocent,
Walk on, and on,
Until we even meet our death
Our inevitable departure,
And we must keep on walking
Embracing all, denying nothing,
Until we come to the light at the edge of the forest
This is the cleansing of the mind and emotion
This is our ‘valley of the shadow of death,’
This is the transformation from wounded
To wounded healer
From broken adult to wise elder
This is our inner calling
And all our existential crises point to this.

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If We Should Ever Meet

Friend, if we should ever meet
Let it be like this
Do not feel awkward
But look me in the eye
I will meet you wherever you are
Fear not our intimacy
This is the path of the warrior
The way of openness
It has no need of false defense
No need for the mask
That covers insecurity
Just meet me, openly,
Without any covering, no story
Nothing that pollutes
Our sensitive relating

It doesn’t have to be special
It just has to be real
If it can’t be real
If you can’t show me your true face
Please, don’t show up,
I will be quite happy
To just sit in this emptiness.

Blaze Like a Warm Fire

Be no one
Fantastically
Don’t worry about fame
Or fortune
Just be yourself
Fantastically
Be ordinarily amazing
Don’t diminish yourself
Neither aggrandize yourself
But blaze like a warm fire
Drawing others toward you
For no reason
Other than love’s
Unconditional benevolence.

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