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

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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.

be beautiful for no reason

you don’t have to do anything
or be anyone
you don’t have to become more
of what you are already
or achieve fame or notoriety

no

all you have to do is fall backwards
into what you naturally are
and rest
as your beautiful self

just be beautiful for no reason
except that you are here
as a manifestation
of the divine

you are a celebration
and every atom and particle
longs to dance and sing
in that celebration

don’t stand in the way.

cruel world worthy of your love

yes the world seems cruel and heartless
full of hate and war
driven mad by greed and fear
yes it’s all wrong
and we can’t even care for our own species
and yes
we just tear nature apart for our own gain

but

is this cruel world still worthy of your love?

or is it all too much?

is this what you signed up for?

maybe you have already decided this world
is too harsh, too cruel, too mean
and you have withdrawn your love
and now you just keep it to yourself
and the best you can do
is keep yourself protected
from all the pain

but this is a hopeless plan..

this is the trapped bird
locked in a cage
when what it needs

is to fly free
and abandon
all care

is this cruel world still worthy of your love?

oh yes! my friend
that is exactly
what you signed up for

the challenge you accepted before you came here was thus:

to open your heart whatever appeared before you
to stare hell in the eye and not flinch
or shut down for one moment
to love anyway
to see beyond all manifestation
and to radiate like a beacon of hope
so that others, lost in the storm,
may find their way home.

Surfing the Absolute and the Relative

My wife discusses the paradox of awakening.
‘Surfing the Absolute and the Relative.’

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There’s a fine line in surfing the absolute and the relative.

To be fully awake is to have fallen into the existential abyss of being in which all constructs that uphold the notion, perception and identity with a “separate self” are demolished, absolutely. This is the end of the story of “me” as you have known it, and the beginning of something very new. It’s a death and a rebirth. It’s the end of all inner division and the start of knowing yourself as inseparable from all that is (and this includes absolutely everything, however it appears, dark or light, blissful or painful). Now you move from wholeness and you are moved by wholeness. Personal will has been given to divine will and there is no more “me” fighting or arguing with the innate intelligence of Life.

To be fully human is to fully accept that your body-mind vehicle…

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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.

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.

dark clouds

there are days
when dark clouds
of despondency
hang overhead
all day they just hang there
taunting me
with their heaviness
threatening rain

all i can really do
is accept them

fighting causes such pain

why should i be cheerful?
what is this expectation
that life is a smile and a laugh?

life is a hard journey
and a cruel test.
when the vast ocean
finds itself
in a tiny jar
it doesn’t complain
but it hurts
to be captured in something so small

why did i come here with no wings?
just these legs
that stick me to the ground

at times
nothingness seems appealing
and then i get yanked back
into the beauty
of all this
and i forget
this despondency