the beauty of tenderness

in the midst of all this arguing
about who is right and who is wrong
is one who stands silent
with head bowed
and hands softly open

as the raging storm
lashes everything it touches
does this one remain peacefully still
refusing all invitations to drama

the beauty of tenderness
is easily forgotten
yet, like a fragrant flower
alone in the forest,
it captivates the heart
and reminds us
of our true nature

once i saw my true face
i could no longer fight
i laid down my arms
and walked away
as tears of love
rained down
upon a parched earth

there is no solution but love.

 

 

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return to love

no matter how far you may roam
or how often you forget
and slip into fear or regret
or some other hole

you can always return to love
yes it may burn you
upon your return
and you may chastise yourself
for forgetting

but love’s ultimate balm
is clear of all that
it is just the fire itself
upon which you may throw
your stuff, your hurt pain and rage
and even,
wth some grace,
your self

from there you will rise anew
with nothing left to burn.

beauty in broken things

we cover our cracks
with feeble cement
and put on a face
we imagine will work
and everyone plays the same game
ashamed of being broken

will no one show me their true face?

the japanese have an art
that repairs their cracked bowls with gold
seeing beauty in broken things

why hide what gives us our uniqueness?
the tree grows majestically
and you cannot tell what is wound
and what is beauty
it doesn’t hang its branches in shame

no

only us, we who are blighted by shame and guilt
who, despite centuries of learning,
still turn away from our pain and suffering
in the vain hope it will disappear
sadly that turning away itself
gives it a dark power
that manifests in the world
in the ways we all see…

i am not the harbinger of doom my friend
but i did not come here to play around
our ways are foolish
and we have learned little from
the wisdom that has preceded us
and still we scrabble around in the dark
ruled over by petty despots
and ego fueled narcissists
who are the manifestation
of our collective shadow

only a great evolution of the soul
will change this world
and i am for that

i am unafraid of my cracks and wounds
i healed them with the gold
that gave them life
and they became a part of me
that i wear with dignity and humble pride
of a life felt fully

nothing is ever really broken
just denied and turned away from.

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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.

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.’

Set Sail For Love

I give thanks to love
Without its open expression
I may have faced a life
Of fear and pent up anger
Love helped me see
What was behind all that pain
Love was the open door
I could always walk through
But never knew how
And when finally
I faced my demons
And walked through
I found a new world
A world brighter, richer, deeper and lighter
Than anything fear could muster
The world of love is not weak but tender
Surrendered but mighty
Innocent and invincible
I give thanks that the ship of my life
Left familiar shores
And sailed into the mystery
For that is where I found myself.

the deepest acceptance

when i realized
how much of myself
i had given away
all my life
i sat in the emptiness of the devastation
without moving
and allowed everything in
all the pain and dashed hopes
dreams broken and love lost
i didn’t turn away
or move towards it,
instead there was
no reaction, no aversion at all
and in that openness
that resolute acceptance
of the truth
of my brokenness 
came freedom
the freedom of no longer 
moving towards or away
from anything
this neutrality is not dead
but vibrantly alive
like the sky
or the universe itself
and whilst there may be chaos
or storms, black holes
or colliding stars
yet still there is
the neutrality of the deepest acceptance

in that peace i understood
there was never anything to give away.

when love fully flowers

when love flowers fully
it detaches from the personal
it stops being about self gain and self worth
the whole game of self seeking ends

and something new begins

as if by grace
the whole world
becomes the beloved
and, as if by magic,
everyone, and everything,
becomes an intimate lover
the whole of existence
shows its true face
you can see the beauty, the horror, the suffering
and behind and inside everything
you see the beloved

nothing, absolutely nothing
and no-one, absolutely no-one,
is excluded from this

it is quite astonishing…

the veil is down
and the truth is revealed
it was all god all along
it was us who misunderstood
it was us who drew down the veil
it was us who got it all wrong

but you can only really know this
to be true
when love fully flowers
within

when it fully flowered in me
it destroyed everything that was false
it broke my heart so wide open
life poured in
and stayed.

the face in the mirror

i have looked in the mirror
and seen many faces
i have seen fear and love
anguish and regret
joy and celebration
staring back from some unknown place

i have seen the flicker of time passing
in those eyes
stared wildly as creatures, gods,
archetypes, rise and fall
like wild snake waves writhing
in a petulant sea

i realized once
that you can never see yourself
as you are
that what we see, that vision we stare at
each morning and each evening
the one we glimpse
in shop windows as we pass
is not us
it is our ghost, our shadow
a reflection and a projection,
but not us

there is no point looking for your self
in the mirror
all you will see is
the time bound
and you are so much more than that….

to know your true face you must look beyond
what this world offers you
see through the veil
beyond the ephemeral
and find what is real.

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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