Nothing But Love

I fought with love, I rejected it, I was scared of it, I denied it, I was angry with it, I couldn’t even say the word.
I didn’t let love in to the depth of my being, I didn’t let its transformational fire burn up everything that was not love.

And then I fell into the deepest love I have ever known.
This love made me mad. It turned me into a poet. It destroyed everything that was no longer needed.

And this love took me to the darkest areas of my self and cast a light on them. It demanded all of me.
It said, ‘Burn in the fire, let love take everything and give up yourself.’
I walked willingly into the fire.

And then I embraced love, I welcomed it, I became it, and I didn’t stop talking about it.
It started as personal love, and then it just became love of everything.

I was a guy who couldn’t even say the word love. Now I speak of nothing else.

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reflections on love’s brilliant sun

Reflections on what happened to me in 2001/2 when love’s brilliant sun burst into my life. It was like being in a Rumi Poem. Exactly like that. And I was both the poet and the subject of the poem. It was an extraordinary time. I have some poetry from that period that I will publish here, but first let me give you an idea of what it was like.

when love really arrived in my life
it didn’t come with conditions
or superficial sweetness
it didn’t come with games
or bargains
it wasn’t love
wrapped up as need.

NO.

the love that arrived
was a FIRE
that incinerated everything
within me, and in my life,
that was false
it uncovered all the cracks
and holes
and shone the brilliant light
of the sun
on them.

it tore at me
it tore at
my 40 years
of building and maintaining
defences
and it threw demolished everything
and threw it on the fire

i lost it all
in that fire
my marriage
my home
my history
my friends
my superficial mask and
my reasonableness

and most of all
i lost my safety

but i gained

my freedom……(part two soon)

 

the cost of loving

to love someone fully
means to open to them
so that nothing remains
and in that opening
is the great cost

the cost of loving
is that
when one of you dies
the pain of separation
and loneliness
will be an agony
only matched
by the loss of a child

but the rewards of loving
in such a way
are worth the pain
the intimacy and surrender into love
is an exquisite fire
that burns up all hope
of salvation

therein lies its great paradox

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.

you are the bridge

you are the bridge
between the invisible
and the visible

if you could only feel
how life is pouring through you
at this very moment
and each moment
of your life

you would be in raptures
and stumble around
in some crazy ecstatic union
unable to speak

they would call you mad
and lock you up
but you wouldn’t care

you would be so far
beyond all this
you would barely notice.

secret power

we each have a secret power
for many it may lie dormant and untouched
their whole life
yet still it lies there
a gift given by
some wondrous intelligence
the same intelligence that
arranges our arrival and departure
to this world

this secret power
could change everything
in a moment
if we all unleashed it
yet it has no weapons
and no money
but still
it is the most powerful force we know

and may well be the stuff of the universe

yet we ignore it,
make it small
own it,
kill for it
bargain with it
and hide from it

this, surely, is man’s travesty
that he is blessed with the power of love
a power so great it creates the universe 
yet he cannot and will not access it
and stumbles around in his smallness
wondering why he feels so very empty.

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love is a key to the door of freedom

in this time of great unease
and madness
only love
has the answer

love is the result
of wisdom
and the cause 
of peace

to forget love
is to forget
our root

love is a key
to the door 
of freedom
once truly felt
and embraced
there is nothing else
worth living for

rumi was right
when he said
‘every moment is made glorious
by the light of love.’

when i take refuge 
in this love
the world disappears
and i am home

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you are the poetry

poetry is the day you say yes to life
it is the moment you feel
torn open by love
and shattered by grief
it is being left speechless
in the face of beauty
or tragedy
it is the bewilderment
that strikes
when life is turned
upside down

poetry is what you are

it is a living thing
an expression of essence

you are the poetry
you seek
when you open
a book
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