the heart hides in secret hope

The heart,
Under great duress and strain,
Grows hard and protected
It’s easy to withdraw
From the world
And build a wall
And try and hide behind it

But secretly and quietly
Every hard heart
And every wounded soul that hides
Yearns for tenderness
And love
Yearns for the innocence
It once knew

Even the hardest
And toughest,
Somewhere, deep inside,
Longs for union with love

Because everything
Is trying to get home,
And there is only one home.

on your knees

the strongest people
i have met
are the ones who have been broken
the ones who found
power and strength
through humility
but there are those, sadly,
who have been defeated
by life
the ones who
cannot find
grace and humility
they feel brokenness as
some kind of loss

this is all a sign
that if you try to hang on
to your story
of how it should be
in the face of life’s great movement
you will never be free or happy

life will bring you to your knees
that is its great and challenging
beauty
the warrior’s task is to find
the power and grace
while, or she,
is down there.

my advice is:

don’t get up
but instead, live from a powerful humility
that sees beyond
all the stories of upholding
who anyone is.

life appears inside you

you do not have a life

life is appearing inside you

this one radical shift

in perspective

when fully realized

will change everything

if you shift your gaze

from the localized eye

and zoom out

as if behind your head

and, through slightly blurred gaze,

take in the whole scene

as though it were appearing

inside you

you would begin to get

this whole paradox

of being in the world

and the world

being in you.

so what is real?

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.

 

 

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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from the mountain to the marketplace

i too have glimpsed the eternal undying
nature of consciousness

in a moment of enlightenment
i saw time dripping into form
from the timeless
and i sat, stunned like kabir
at the turning of the wheel

yet still i had to return
to the mundane
to the shop and bank
to this life and all its suffering

and still mind chatted away
oblivious to the wonders i had seen
or the glory of my cosmic vision
it was as though my mind
had a loathing for all things
it didn’t comprehend

maybe it has glimpsed its own demise?

and thus my life became
a dance between
the formless and the form
and i realized this

mind is tenacious
it wont let go it’s steely grip easily
mind is a trickster
it will tell you, you have found gold
but it will be a yellow wrapper
mind does not want your liberation
but will tell you it does
and will abandon you
at the final moment

but don’t get me wrong
mind is a great friend and support
in this world
just don’t trust it
to tell you
who you really are
or what the heck is going on

so what am am i saying?

i am saying it is easy to catch a glimpse
of the ineffable beyond
or the great wheel turning in the heavens
but it is quite another bringing that
realization into your affairs
in the market place
or when someone cuts you up
on the road
but if your spiritual truth
doesn’t make it into your daily life
as a living reality
it’s just philosophy
not revolution.

grace – the unseen hand

this morning i saved a spider from death

in the bath

it was struggling terribly

until i reached down and brought it
to a whole new reality

of safety and sunshine

and off it went

of course the spider thought the bath was the world

and it was a matter of life and death

but the spider trusted me

and between his trust
and my action

his life suddenly changed.

i saw myself in that spider
i have felt the same way

as though it’s a matter of life and death
trapped in a hopeless situation

maybe grace is that time
when some mysterious hand reaches down 
and shifts us to a new reality

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.

Embrace Sadness

Don’t sit so far away

From the fire

Hidden in the shadows

Like a ghost

Come and take your place

Here, in the light

Warm your cold bones

And let the fire’s love

Turn your loneliness

To beauty

No-one here is different from you

Each carries their loneliness

In some special way

Embrace whatever ails you

And even though

Sadness hurts

Don’t move away from it

But let it be what it is

And in it’s own sweet time

It will move on.