let your heart break open

tear down the walls
of your heart
and be done with all this
defending and attacking
this protection
has done nothing
but keep you hidden from life
it was a trick you learned
but it didn’t work

you thought you could
protect yourself from pain
but it just killed you
and numbed you
and now you are here
terrified of your own shadow.

tear down the walls of your heart
and let the world in
let it flood the dry barren land
if it kills you
so what!
better to die of the truth
than live in the lie

but it won’t kill you
it will resurrect you
and bring you back
and give you wings
so you can fly.

if you ever give up

if you ever give up on all this
or become so weary
of the endless struggle of life
im not going to say
‘come on its not that bad’
or try and get you on your feet
and get you back to the battle field

no.

i will sit quietly beside you
and maybe your head
will rest gently on my shoulder
and we will simply sit
in the silence of quiet acceptance

i will not try and fix you
because there is nothing wrong
and nothing to fix
nothing is broken
and in need of repair

you do not need that
all you really need
is the space to be
and in that acceptance
everything is as it is
and nature itself
does whatever it must do

and you are that.

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.

those who deny love are fools

if i bore you
because i speak of little but love
i am sorry
but let me explain

after my years of walking this life
i have concluded that nothing else matters
as much as love

for most of those years
i was denied access to love
cut off from my own heart
and ruled by pain

and then something changed
and gradually,
brick by brick,
the walls of protection
came down

and i allowed
everything to rush in
and i never built a wall again

but when i hear people
saying that love is weak
or an easy option
or that it changes nothing

i am reminded of how tough it was
to open to the ocean
and willingly drown

those who deny love are fools
and cowards
they do not know
that love rules everything
and to keep it shut out
your whole life
is to live a life
in the shadows
denying the light exists.

love and air

i cannot tell the difference
between love and air
i need both
to survive
both are equally neglected
and taken for granted
but i imagine
if we removed love
it would have the same effect
as removing the air
we would suffocate

you don’t really notice something
until its gone

but love and air
the invisible forces
are what holds it all together

we woud do well
to remember this
in these hateful days

i don’t want to bring you down but…

almost everything is bullshit
sorry
but someone has to say it
over and over again
we are trained to get caught up
and hooked in to all this

but really
it is an existential truth
that
almost everything is bullshit

the layers that cover the truth
are endless
but if you relentlessly search
without end
you will surely find
that nothing is true or real

except the nameless, formless
silence
in which everything appears

almost everything else is bullshit
although some is less bull
and more shit.

excuse me for my bluntness
but i had to get it out of my system
in case you thought
i believed anything.

In San Jose, California. Singing songs of sadness, love, truth and freedom.

with heart wide open

with his heart wide open
he faced the battlefield
and even though there was death
and suffering all around him
he had made his decision
to never close the door again
and he just allowed it all in

and thus the world destroyed in him
all that was false and defended
until only
the cleanest and purest
kind of love
remained

be kind to your experience

you find me in a moment of sadness
when my heart aches
for those lovers wrenched apart
by fate’s cruel hand

life can be
so very mean
it makes some
thick skinned and they try and
tough it out

but it doesn’t work

we all have to soften eventually
so do it now
better to soften up now
than at the end

be kind to your experience
and hold yourself
gently and lovingly
as you would a child

i can’t see any other way
to get through this.