To have a vision that drives you, or pulls you
But to live each day
As though it is an entire life
Fully and without holding anything back
This is the essence of the modern warrior
The birth, the life, and the death
In the microcosm of a day
What more teaching is there.
Spring arrives
And the flowers begin
Their annual procession
Something within us
Also feels the pull to growth
It is the same intelligence
That grows everything.
We are being danced
Played and vibrated
We have given ourselves an identity
Given a name to the nameless we are
A dancing pattern of particles
Stardust gathered from the vast
Circling an imperceptible black hole, a void
At the center of our constellation
We are a universe, each one a world unto ourselves
Billions and billions of worlds
Colliding, interacting,
Drawing towards and repelling
For one moment, cease giving a name to yourself
Rest as the nameless one
Be the dance
In truth
You are the player and the played
The vibrator and the vibration itself
Mesmerizing astonishing truth
Don’t dumb yourself down
By imagining you are just a small someone
You are all that is
Eternity gathered up as a unique expression
What more do you want?
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How easily we can offer another
Our opinion or insight
How deftly our guidance
Rolls off the tongue with such knowing
Yet how difficult it is
To just sit silently with another
As they grieve or rage
Or moan with confusion
No, we are trained to be fixers
And we do it to the best of our ability
But when the other says
‘Stop trying to fix me,’
We are lost, and affronted,
And confused
Largely because we have no capacity
To be with ourselves
Without trying to do the same thing.
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The Beloved says…
Go forth into the realm of form
Be an emissary of the light
Seek to be unattached
Even as attachment
Wraps you in its arms
With its sweet and tempting offers
Seek to stay as love
Even as fear grabs you
By the neck
And breathing becomes labored
Seek mastery of desire
Even as the lure of comfort
And the veil of security
Draws you toward it
You will become lost in that place
And then, child of the light,
Remember to dance
Remember to laugh and sing
To grieve and cry in the devastation
To soak in the pouring rain
As it drenches your wounded heart
And let that remembering itself
Be the light that you carry
To share with others
Who have forgotten.
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At some point
You have to turn off
The internal and external narration
And see what remains
Turn off the news
Turn off the radio
Stop reading the latest reports
Of whatever agenda is current
And cease listening
To the constant babble
From the agitated mind
And see what remains
See how the organism
Quietens and softens
And begins to live
From a deeper
And more natural intelligence
It’s not ignorance
It’s sanity.
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We have each been entrusted
With the divine spark of life
Love, compassion and joy
Are encoded into our dna
Yet we forget, beguiled by
Survivalism and conditioning
Mesmerized by desire and fear
And in our amnesia
We walk the earth
Searching for something
That makes us feel whole
We are already whole
And each of us
Has been entrusted
With the divine spark of life
Remembering this
Allows the spark
To become a fire.
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Friend, I beseech you,
Search within, without cessation,
Let your deepest longing
Become your living truth
Seek that divine connection
That is your essence
Remember, remember, remember
Do not allow trauma, wounding, deceit,
Abuse, conditioning and dream spell
To isolate you any longer
It is our inherent nature
To be guided and held
By our direct connection to the divine
It IS our living truth
Forgotten or stolen
We walk as ghosts
Incomplete and bereft
Traumatized and helpless
But all it takes is a flash of illumination
And remembering begins
And we fall into right relationship
This is our true authority
And it is our sole purpose
To shine the light of our knowing
Onto the darkness of the world.
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I don’t know how it happened
It just gradually happened
As if by itself
In its own time
Without me noticing
The switch
From the separating of things
To everything being included
And being fundamentally accepted
I don’t know how it happened
It wasn’t something I did
But eventually the separate self
Dissolved into unity
Maybe it was as inevitable
As the cliff that finally falls into the ocean
After countless years of erosion
It wasn’t a big bang
No trumpets or fanfare
Nothing grandiose
Just a simple shift
Almost imperceptible
And entirely natural
As though the final step
Was the smallest
As though the final breath
Was the ‘Ahhh,’ of the final release.
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If we could just sit
And be with each other
In the silence
Of the unspoken
It would be enough
There is such a healing to be found
In the deepest communion.
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