Mirage, Mirror and Maze

Oh world!
Oh body!
Oh mind!
Oh everything that appears
In our experience
Why do you taunt us so?
Why do tease us with your false hopes?
You offer nothing real
And nothing that lasts
You are a mirage
A mirror
A maze

And like all things illusory
Only when we look THROUGH you, not at you,
Do we begin to really see the truth

What madness is this world
Where what we see is false
And what we cannot see is real?

We live inside a dream
And only waking up
As we do from a heavy slumber
Can bring any peace

Oh world, body and mind
I can see your tricks and your stories
And although many imagine you to be real
I know you shimmer
In the light
And deceive the naive onlooker
I am wise to your ways
And your tricksters hustle
I have awoken from my dream
And see you for what you are
And love you anyway.

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there is a sadness that shines

there is a sadness
that opens the door
to peaceful acceptance
of the wheel of life

and there is a grief which,
when opened to,
may bring
the most profound love

but both sadness and grief
are shunned and demeaned
by those who desperately
flap around on the surface
and so they may never know
peace or love

i turned my back
on all that
and dived down
into the darkness
and there, amongst the tears and regret,
the pain and the deep wounds,
lay the most exquisite jewels

and now i wear those jewels
every moment of every day
with a humble pride
that says
‘i am not afraid of the darkness or the shadows.’

if you were here

if you were to sit here beside me
i do believe we might fall into some deep reverie
and you would, even for a moment,
see the beauty and depth
of your life
it might be that
you would fall in love
with yourself and the world
for the first time

we could fall together
beyond time and space
into the eternal
and be washed clean
be unchained of these forms
and dissolve into the ocean
and remember our true ecstatic nature

and when we returned to this place
just sitting here
it would be as innocence and joy
without heavy heart
and fearful mind
but with cheeky grin
and lightness of touch

ah! what a joyful moment that would be.

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this world cannot define you

seek yourself, not in definitions,
not in thought or form
nor in all that you do
no matter how good or famous
or useless and terrible
you think you are

no

seek yourself
in the emptiness between things
in the gaps
in the silence
seek yourself in that which
is behind all this

nothing this world offers you
will ever define you
for you are that
which is beyond definition
you are the magnificence that exists
before all this manifests

we forget and become hypnotized
by this world
but one day you will have to let it all go
and return to the silence

and i say do it now
return now and remember
your own true radiant nature

welcome yourself home
and celebrate in humble jubilation and great relief.

a never to be repeated phenomenon

there are moments
often in the middle of an ordinary day
when the overwhelmingness of life,
of existence itself,
comes upon me
and i feel my breath gently
and my skin softly
and the awareness
of being here
as life itself
as a never to be repeated phenomenon
stops me…
and i simply sit
in silent wonder

each manifestation of life
is so uniquely beautiful
every flower
snowflake
butterfly
human

this simple truth
could be enough to
create heaven on earth
if only we could remember…

i remembered.

falling into the mystery

when i gazed into your soul
and rested in that open vista
it was like looking over
a vast continent
mysterious and unknown
there is a track, something familiar
and known,
but everything leads
to this mystery

i am an explorer there
sometimes i stumble on a darkness
and even a wild animal
hidden in the shadows
but then, around an
unexpected corner,
i chance upon
the hidden valley
a sight that takes the breath away
with its majesty and splendor

you, my dearest heart, are all of these

all we can really do is explore
ourselves and each other

drop all this judgement and knowing
the truth is you don’t really know anything

it is all an utterly transcendent mystery.

Nothing But Love

I fought with love, I rejected it, I was scared of it, I denied it, I was angry with it, I couldn’t even say the word.
I didn’t let love in to the depth of my being, I didn’t let its transformational fire burn up everything that was not love.

And then I fell into the deepest love I have ever known.
This love made me mad. It turned me into a poet. It destroyed everything that was no longer needed.

And this love took me to the darkest areas of my self and cast a light on them. It demanded all of me.
It said, ‘Burn in the fire, let love take everything and give up yourself.’
I walked willingly into the fire.

And then I embraced love, I welcomed it, I became it, and I didn’t stop talking about it.
It started as personal love, and then it just became love of everything.

I was a guy who couldn’t even say the word love. Now I speak of nothing else.

all we ever need is love

dissolve all these fears

and let them disappear

back into the light

they were ghosts

nothing more than old wounds

wearing sheets

and looking scary

as soon as you lovingly

pull the sheet

all the noise stops

and what is left

is a child, scared and tender

all we ever need is love

and you must give it to yourself

 

the cost of loving

to love someone fully
means to open to them
so that nothing remains
and in that opening
is the great cost

the cost of loving
is that
when one of you dies
the pain of separation
and loneliness
will be an agony
only matched
by the loss of a child

but the rewards of loving
in such a way
are worth the pain
the intimacy and surrender into love
is an exquisite fire
that burns up all hope
of salvation

therein lies its great paradox

turning, turning, turning

everything is turning
on the same wheel
an eternal turning
of such beauty
it cannot be seen
or thought of

if you were to lie back
on a clear night
and watch the heavens
you might catch a glimpse

but that view would suggest
that somehow
you are watching it
and not in it

no…

everything, all things
inside and outside
known and unknown
are turning, turning, turning
with a majesty
that makes me cry with
such an awe
i am rendered utterly speechless

to see this wonder for even a moment would render this life complete.

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