love and death are lovers

love and death
are lovers
who sometimes fight
but long to surrender
into each others arms
in eternal embrace

we think they are enemies
but when they wrap themselves
around each other
in open hearted brokenness
they create a beauty
that is transcendent

love is hidden inside everything
as is death

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stand together as love

another morning of waking up
to tragedy
innocent people listening to their favorite music
lives taken apart for no reason
but some madness
maybe vengeance, who knows?
who knows what goes on in the mind of someone
who would kill so many,
with such ease?

it beggars belief
that insane men
full of bile and hate
can so easily lay their hands
on weapons that can kill so many
in minutes…

there is a sickness here
you can’t see it
or diagnose it
very easily

but its here
a sickness of the soul
an entire continent of strangers
all immigrants or sons and daughters
of a culture that has had its fleeting moment
and is now
like the roman empire itself
rapidly in decline
morally bankrupt
and sliding into chaos

and everyone is armed and dangerous

the corporate monsters and the ones
who run things behind the veil
the hedge funds and the 1%

don’t care about anything or anyone
and they love chaos and fear and hate

we will lose this endless secret, hidden war
if we close our hearts
and allow our minds to be stolen,

this war that is taking the world
is a war for the very soul
of each man and woman
who is alive now
or those who are to come
there is trouble coming
everywhere

we must not allow ourselves to
be manipulated by fear
only the power of love
and right action will see us through the darkness

i am sorry for all this
and i am sorry that this poem
has to address such things

but we either stand together as love
or we fall apart as fear
it’s really as simple as that.

the butterfly path

i have lived
like an emergent butterfly
at first i stumbled and crawled
through my life
unaware and driven only
by desire

and then a great metamorphosis began

there were times I thought
the pain of transformation
would kill me
yet still i pressed on
and finally, through grace and nature,
i emerged into
my butterfly nature

this life is a path of becoming
but to truly emerge
as your resplendent self
you must be prepared
to shed the past
and face the void…

and then jump.

Photo by Andrea Reiman on Unsplash

Prepare Your House, There Is A Visitor Coming

Prepare your house
For love
It will arrive
With its fire
If not before
Then at death’s door
And you will have to meet
All the time’s you turned away
From the fire
And tried to warm
Yourself
On something cold
And worthless
Prepare now
So you can enjoy the journey

this world is cruel

to those of us
who swim beneath the surface
and dare to feel
the weight of the ocean
and those who have had their hearts torn out
by fate’s sword
i say
this world is cruel
it will devastate you
and bring you to your knees
it will try and steal your love
it will take you to the very edge of your mind
and push you off
into the void

and only grace
can catch you

do not close your heart
even though the world
appears cruel

remember
appearances can be deceptive.

The thin veil between form and formless

Everyone, and everything
Coming and going
Through the veil
This thin invisible whisper
That stands between
This world
And Emptiness
An eternal wheel
Of coming and going
It staggers the mind
And opens the heart
To the personal
It is agony
To the soul
It is exquisite.

I’m So Sorry

I wrote a song recently as a result of something I read that broke me open.
It was the tragic real life tale of a man who lost his wife and her unborn baby, their new born baby and their two other young children, in a car accident when a young man carelessly jumped a red light. The tragedy unfolded as each of them died, one after the other.
The man, who wasn’t in the car, was left alone. Everything gone, everyone gone.
That is as much as I read. I didn’t need the details. It wasn’t about the details. I know he got a huge outpouring of love and I pray that he is able to recover in some way and live a life.

But I was utterly shocked by how shocked he must have been. I simply couldn’t imagine how he felt, or the chasm that must have opened up and swallowed him. It broke my heart open for him, and for all who suffer such tragedy. And then I really saw how true loving almost inevitably comes with great pain. When you truly love, at some point comes the letting go, it is inevitable.

But that is no reason not to love. Love, human or divine, is our greatest blessing and the greatest blessing we can offer the world.

So I wrote a song for him. Here are the lyrics. It is called I’m So Sorry.
I haven’t released the song yet, I am still working on it. When I do I may post it here.

I’m living like a river
Swimming like a stone
Trying to make it homeward
But I’m feeling so alone
My heart is like a whirpool
It’s taking everything
I don’t know what Im doing
I don’t think I can swim

I’m so sorry
It has to be this way

I find it hard to breathe here
Sometimes I think I’ll die
So I reach up to the heavens
And pretend that I can fly
But all I get is falling
Like someone clipped my wings
Down here I’m an angel
Down here the siren sings

I’m so sorry
It has to be this way

It feels like you’re inside me
Your living in my skin
And love is like the ocean
When you let it in
You’ve got to let it drown you
And take your breathe away
And when I heard your story
It made me want to pray

Im so sorry
It has to be this way

Dont you worry
No more

From Being Everywhere To Being Somewhere

Some folks seem to love this life
They relish in the formness of it all
And gather things, and experiences
Like they belong here

Oh! how they like to play

While others, they don’t get along so well
There are some who don’t seem to get on well
At all
In fact they don’t take to being
In form one bit

Not everyone is the same

You see, being consciousness
And finding yourself
In form, even with its sensory delights,
Is not easy
From being everywhere
To suddenly being somewhere
Is tough

And many folks want to fly free
Beyond all this
I can understand that desire

I say liberate now while you wear this coat
Step out of the game
And off the wheel

Only the vastness of spiritual awakening
Can put an end to this endless cycle.

 

 

turned towards god

the cat upstairs is nearing the end of his life
our neighbor asked me to feed him a few times
over the last couple of days

he is very fragile and totters around gently
eats a little and stumbles away

all he seems to want is love
so we just sit and i stroke him
silently

when animals draw near the end
they get very quiet
i saw this look some years ago
with my wife’s mother

it was as though she had turned her face
towards god
and was already leaving us
there was no fear and no regret

there is a certain point
when we remember the formless realm
and prefer it.

LOVE – everything else is a distraction

when it comes
when your time comes
to leave this place
all you will remember is love

not how much love you got
or even the love of someone
but the love deep in your soul and your heart

you may remember
the times you turned away from love
or built a home in fear

and all this may happen
in one moment
as your life flashes
in front of you

it wont matter about your riches or your poverty
your success or failure
your fame or your anonymity
all of this will be rendered as dust

but love will endure because it is everything
which is why it is the hardest truth to fully live

LOVE – everything else is a distraction