don’t let your soul dry up

even though you may get old and tired
and your body wither and shrink
your joints may creak and groan
like a weary engine
yet still
don’t let your soul dry up

your spirit is eternally young
timeless and free
it is not bound by the same rules
as your body
and our error
is to think it is

so let the body do its thing
but don’t be fooled

it is not you, and it never was
you are forever free
and open
don’t dry up
stay free until
your last breath

you are much too wonderful
for that fate.

time based and body bound

what are we
beyond all this?

locked up in these shells
time based and body bound

subject to cosmic laws
we don’t understand

we grapple and struggle
to make sense of this
we plead with the wise
to explain
our predicament

we search the heavens
for company

but we remain
time based and body bound
each of us
a momentary appearance

in the mind of god

each time i try and
understand all this
my mind collapses
and i am left without words.

i cried back to life

when i realized
how i kept love at bay
and shut its grace
out of my life
and how i defended
the walls of my heart
as closely as possible
i cried
and those tears
that flowed for many a day
brought great nourishment
back to a dry and barren desert

since then new life has grown
in a rich and fertile land
such great abundance and joy aplenty
and enough to share with
anyone who passes by.

the patterns of your life

if you could see
all the patterns of your life
from birth to death
and understand
the silken threads
that hold it all together
if you could see,
even for one moment,
the complexity
and beauty
of your unique pattern

in that moment you would surely awaken
and see it from on high
and you would never
fall back into confusion or doubt
ever again.

when the world throws arrows

when the world throws its arrows of discontent
keep still
when the thunder rages
and the dark clouds loom all around menacingly
keep still, keep still
when the chaos of the storm arrives
and destroys everything
keep still, keep still, keep still
when the madness, the mayhem, the raging
spins round and round
like a wild tornado
and sucks the world into itself
keep still, keep still, keep still, keep still

and when peace returns
and silence covers the valley
keep still
don’t move from stillness
don’t move from silence

nowhere to hide

there is nowhere to hide
from your own sun
it is there always
shining the light of truth
and casting the shadows
that terrify you
but it is not the sun
that scares you
it is the shadows

look friend, take a minute and think,
ignore the shadows
they are but ghosts

and keep your eyes and heart
set upon the sun

that is where the peace
and the love is.

coyote wisdom of the trickster

Coyote on the Trail Today

the poetry of the divine fool
his teaching says
‘do not get carried away
with yourself,
the truth is
you know nothing,
don’t get carried away
pretending you have
the keys to the palace of wisdom,
the greatest wisdom
is in knowing
that you know nothing

dance in the irony,
in the mystery,
dance in the madness
but remember
you are a fool
a clown
and a joker

and therein
lies your freedom.

Coyote on the Trail

chased by ghosts

chased by hungry ghosts
even the cold wind
following him everywhere
the crisp leaves
cackling behind him
dragging him backwards
always backwards
the moaning
of the past
like a siren
in the fog

in the end he relented
and stopped all fighting
lay down and let the ghosts
catch him, let the clouds
envelope him

and in that envelopment
he dissolved
the ghosts dissolved
the cold wind turned to warm glow
and the leaves lay still
and peaceful

Ah! if only it were that easy
to rid oneself of the past.

in the smallest acts

there is a bowl outside our door
and many of our little friends
drop in during the course of a day
to splash around
or take a well deserved drink

on those days the bowl has run dry
and i realize i have forgotten
to fill it up
and i catch the look of disappointment
on a squirrels face
i am beside myself with sadness
and i quickly run to the kitchen
and dash to the bowl
and fill it up

and within a few minutes
everything is ok again
and the squirrel drinks and scampers off
looking for nuts.

and all is well.

the game is to become lost

the task of a human
over the course of a life
is to become tethered
and lost to his truth
and then to see
if he can,
through grace
and stealth
untether himself
and live as the freedom
he really is

the game is to become
lost in form
and to try and remember
the formless
truth of
who we really are

i cannot see any other point
in this exercise
and even that
is questionable…

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