Unhook Yourself From The Past

Don’t become buried under
The weight of erroneous beliefs
You must dig yourself out
Shovelful by shovelful
Until you get to the fresh air

Most of those beliefs
The ones you punish yourself with
Are inherited
They don’t belong to you
But you have made them your own

Digging yourself out
Is a kind of sifting through
What is true and what is not
What is actually yours
And what is not

Why allow beliefs
That are not even yours
To torment you?

The influence of wounded ancestry
Is enormous, almost incalculable
Enough, it is killing us

We are in an age of enlightenment
An age when we get to choose
To put down the bags of ancestral burden
Filled with shame and guilt
Filled with ‘not good enough’
Filled with war and competition

And to step into ourselves
Unburdened and unchained
Free to love unconditionally

But first we must each
Dig ourselves out
From the mountain
Of inherited and erroneous beliefs.

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A Kind of Hidden Beauty

There is a kind of beauty
That cannot be seen
With the ordinary eye
It is beyond the reach
Of the narcissistic ego

This beauty is the truth
Behind the show, behind the mask
It is the beauty of openness
The beauty of the tender heart
It is the beauty that is revealed
When there is no more pretending

Only the nakedness of being

It is the beauty of innocence
It cannot be faked or forced
Manipulated or manufactured

This beauty is a meeting
Between innocent seeing
And innocence revealed
It is exquisite
And, despite our cynical world,
Is still there
Waiting for us all

Most are so preoccupied
With surviving in the marketplace
They lose their beauty
And settle for the mask.

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A Cellular Calling to Love

Deep in the consciousness
Of the cellular body
Part of you still exists
You could call it the past
But it’s not really the past
It is here, now, in the cellular body
Intricately bound up with mind
Woven into the nervous system
It speaks to you in triggers and self talk
Asking to be released
And begging to come home
To fullness and love

What could not be processed then
What could not be met then
What was too much then
What was violation then
What was traumatic then

Is here now to be released
And allowed to become free

The good news is that allowing it all
Even though it brings grief and anger
Tears and old fears
The cleansing it brings
Revitalizes the entire system
And brings the whole of you online
As an integrated being.

This is love.

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The Splendor of the Wreckage

It took me to the edge of myself
I had to die to be reborn
The old self is gone
He was dysfunctional, angry
Distracted, obsessed,
He lived in the past
And carried the bags of pain
With righteous indignity
There was so much beauty in him
Hidden under the weight
Of stories of self
His body was toxic
Nervous system triggered
Always running running away
And then running running towards
And beneath the surface
Such a deep anxiety and despair

All gone, all dissolved
As a dream dissolves
Upon meeting the dawn

Replaced now with presence
With emptiness
With no story, just this
With a love that has no cause
Just this, just this

It took me years
To lose myself
To find my Self
I had to let go of everything
I became so sick
In body, emotion and mind
I came face to face with death
I screamed, I wailed, I raged

Oh I have been there my friend
I know the journey
Of unravelling the knots and the stories
It’s like letting go on an entity
The pain body hangs on to us
And we must let go of it
Again and again
Until it finally just dissolves
Like the dream it is

For me it was like a rebirth
For some people it is gentle
But if you carry trauma
Then it may be an arduous release
But when people come to me
With their new age ways
Of trying to perfect themselves
And make it alright
And tell me they have awakened

It makes me want to laugh
And cry

The transformation we talk about here
Is a demolition of all that is false
And that’s pretty much everything
We don’t rebuild ourselves
From the debris

We live in the splendor
Of the wreckage.

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One Big Invitation To LOVE

All I saw
The whole of life
With all it’s challenges
All its suffering and sorrow
And despite the mind screaming NO!
All I saw
Was one big invitation
To love deeper and deeper
Even as death’s veil
Cast itself around everything
All I could see was some natural intelligence
Vast and eternal, whole and indivisible
Inviting each individuation to remember love
Ever deeper, ever deeper
Sometimes I can’t believe what I have seen
But there it is, always
The same invitation
Love is the only reality.

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The Sacrifice of Self For Love

As experience walking in the unknown
Has cooked me more and more
So my flavor has matured and deepened
I do not say this with any grandiosity
For the cooking itself has dissolved
All pretension and self applaud

The willingness to walk in the fire
To face life openly and tenderly
With no stories or justifications
Turns humiliation to humility
Arrogance to wisdom
Self righteousness to kindness
Fear to love

To enter the freedom of love’s truth
You must be willing
To offer everything to God
Nothing less than totality will do
Nothing kept back in case
No, utterly naked as an innocent child
That’s the way it is

For in that offering of the totality of oneself
There is a transformation
And you are born again
As freedom
As love.

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Everything Wants To Come Home

Why does the past
Keep knocking on your door?
Because it wants to be welcomed home

Everything wants to be loved
Everything wants union
Into love

If you want to know a secret
The wise ones know
It is this
There is no past, it is an illusion
And what seems to be the past
Knocking on the door
Is happening now

Knowing this brings great power
To let go of grievances and past insults

How?

Through surrendering the need
To hold on to anything
Through such tenderness
That everything dissolves
And through a kindness
That liberates all prisoners

Everything wants to come home.

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