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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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.

live from emptiness

peel back the layers of your life
and dare to stare
into the darkness
shine a light upon the shadows
and cast those demons out

if you are willing
unravel everything you have raveled up

you have become complicated and dense
with so many stories
so many conflicting threads
everyone is just so complicated

but the true human being
is one who is very simple and natural
honest and open

the true human being
has undone everything
and made no attempt
to do it all up again

the whole point is to live
from emptiness
that is the most beautiful grace
of all.

falling into pisces moon

there she hangs
serene and momentous
powerful beyond measure
calling us
deeper into the darkness

pisces moon
hanging by a thread in the heavens
feeling everything
everywhere

she tugs and pulls
at our fragile hearts
inviting us to break open
and fall into the ocean…

i go willingly
scared but willing
to dissolve
into her

my death is my liberation.

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.

don’t put on the mask

today

just allow yourself

to go naked

don’t reach out

like you always do

and put on the mask

just go naked

and shameless

raw and free

let down your guard

and let it all

flow in and out

let us, you and i,

be the only ones awake

in a sea of dreamers

and actors.

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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