love is like the sun

even when you can’t see it
the sun is there
it is the essence of everything
without it nothing happens
nothing will live

and love, what of love?

love is the same

even when you can’t see it
love is there
it is the essence of everything
without it nothing happens
nothing will live

why do we struggle so much
denying this?
why do we spend our lives
fighting with love?
we would never
try and fight the sun.

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surrender the wilful ego

a kind of death must happen
for relationship to flower
but that death is no bad thing
it is nothing more than
giving up the need
to be right
or wrong

to surrender
the wilful ego
is the greatest gift
you can give your lover
and the world

it sounds so easy
but i invite you
to give it a try
in the heat
of the moment
when the battle
is at its peak…

i laid down my arms
some time ago
it was the best thing
i ever did

love cannot be possessed

love cannot be possessed
but my do we try

like a free bird caught
we cage love
and give it rules
and tidy it up
and make it safe

and kill it

but love cannot be possessed
it is as free as that little bird
or the wind

and if you try and control it
or cage it
something will surely die, slowly
or with great haste

better still to honor and serve love
to be love’s facilitator and conduit
and to allow the ebbing and flowing
of human activity to be as it is

the truth is we cannot possess anything

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

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.

to have loved beyond measure

beyond all the material distraction
this world brings
beyond achievement and acolade
beyond regret of lost moments
beyond pain and shattered dreams
more than enlightenment itself
stands one thing
high above all else
and that is
to have been able to
love beyond measure
beyond safety and beyond stories
beyond self and need

this satisfies the soul
more than anything that
self can get for itself

this is the only miracle
that needs to happen

and if you can’t find another being
to love beyond measure
then love the world
or love yourself

because it is not the object
of your love that matters
is is the inner resonance

that inner resonance
is the healing this world needs

when you love so deeply
you transmit a vibration
that has the ability to
initiate massive change

only love can change this world
your love.

say nothing

speak no more
words of cruelty or fear
they do not serve
anything useful
hold back your righteous judgement
and burn up all that outworn
prejudice

we are living in something new
and you are being left behind

the new vision that so many see
brings all things together
it unifies where once was separation
it offers compassion where once was hatred
it says yes where once was no
and it has its roots
in the heart and the belly
of love

only love can build a world of freedom
only love can bring everyone together

yet all we are sold is fear, because fear sells

end the world now i say

it is in your hands, and mine
it is you who ends the world of fear
by choosing love
again and again and again

say nothing
unless it has love
as its fragrance.

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.

healing the endless wound

be wary of believing all that you think
most of the thoughts in your head
come from other people
you just recorded them many years ago
when you were very impressionable
and they all seemed so wise

but if you really look now
you may see that those very people
were lost and wounded
and they themselves
had thoughts that were not their own

the human cycle of ancestry,
left unconscious and unaware
goes on and on
it’s like a wound
that runs through each generation

and the only way to stop
this endless wounding
is to be the one who says
‘the buck stops here with me.’

it is a great responsibility
and a hard burden
but your liberation, your awakening
is not only for yourself
but somehow this energy of true liberation into love
sends ripples of healing
backwards into time and resolves
all past wounds that may still be trapped somewhere

we are either destined to endlessly repeat the pattern
of our ancestry
or we are destined to awaken from it.

i awakened from it
and my liberation into love’s unconditionality
has become my greatest gift to the world
and to my family, whether they know it or not.

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