to live as stillness

to live as stillness
is the hardest challenge
being calm and peaceful
when all around may rage
like a tornado
requires great courage
and mindfulness

i am reminded of the bamboo
that thrashes around
yet at its core
it is gracefully peaceful

the world is as wild as the wind
it will never leave you alone
but you must learn the art
of leaving it alone


don’t give up, surrender

when this life comes at you
with its invitation to love
when it hits you hard
and threatens to swallow up
everything you think you are
and everything good you believe in
don’t give up
giving up is a resignation
a shrug of the shoulders
a head down defeat
but it’s still your desperate ego
running the show with its stories
surrender to life
is majestic and liberating
to accept life’s waves
even though they hurt like hell
and to keep your heart wide open
is to return to your natural state
as love
surrender is divine
it is the doorway through which
we enter the kingdom of heaven
giving up is a prison.

love is always calling itself home

the divine is everywhere

but all we see is the mundane

our eyes are misty and vision blurred

it is as though we gaze through a distorted lens

and believe what we see

but what we see is projected by us!

we are the film maker

watching the film

believing it to be real

and behind it all, inside it all

film maker, projector and screen

is the divine intelligence 

beckoning us towards it

yes my friend

love is always calling itself home



we are openness itself

the heart doesn’t really break
what happens is we discover
the mind is not in control
and it never was
this causes a catastrophic meltdown
of our inner defense system
that reveals the truth –
we are fragile and vulnerable
exquisitely delicate
and, at our core, openness itself

we cover ourselves up
with our stories and our games
desperate to avoid the truth
desperate to avoid feeling
the full weight
of our humanity

but there it is anyway
our wisdom and depth
wrapped up in our
existential suffering
what paradox!
what beauty!
what a gift!

the tricksters invitation

my friend
i wish we could sit together
and loosen the grip
of this world
for one moment
we might gaze into
each other’s hearts
and see
what is truly there

we are like jewels
covered with coal
buried in earth
hidden from view

and only he, or she,
who seeks without end
who is prepared
to dig and dig
even when it looks helpless
and all may seem lost,
may stumble unwittingly
upon the mine

friend, know this,
the jewel may seem hidden from view
but don’t take the tricksters words
at face value
it could be right here
in the palm of your hand

don’t let your mind trick you
by placing everything at arms length
freedom does not dangle itself
in front of the donkey’s face
the farmer dangled the carrot
to trick the donkey
but the donkey was always free.

In Service to Love

My service to love
Devotion to my beloved
And willingness to support her voice and message
Does not diminish me in any way
It does not make me less of a man
It does not require any subjugation
Or suppression of some innate primal desire
It is not weakness or passivity

In fact it requires the greatest of all strengths
The strength to overcome a thousand years of masculine righteousness
And domination of nature itself
It demands the greatest of tenderness and care
The awareness and diligence of a master warrior
The presence and poise of an eagle
It requires the most blazing eloquence
And depth of understanding
It requires that I yield some
Part of this masculinity that only serves itself
Yes, it requires that I die
And in dying I am reborn
As love’s greatest servant

But to imagine that it makes me less of a man
Is to entirely miss the point.

naked and undefended

let us meet
in the open field of spring’s bloom
naked and undefended
shameless and innocent
as we were once
in distant memory

all this mask wearing
and righteous indignation
is tiring
and everyone seems weary
we can’t go on like this

so let us lie down
in the green pastures
naked and true
bare our souls to the wind
and let the spring sun
burn away
everything false

we were born for freedom
and love
but we fell in a deep well
and now we struggle to
even see the sunlight.


Lovers of the World

We are dancing in an endless ocean of love
Swimming with the beautiful ones
Unlocking the door to Eternity
Feeling the breath of the ecstatic wind
Tasting some nectar
Catching a glimpse of the sun
As it pours out its light
For the lovers of the world. – Kavi 2004

I wrote this poem, and many others, when the relationship with my wife, Amoda Maa Jeevan, fully blossomed in 2002/3. The first few years of our coming together were ecstatic and brought the poet out of me. We were like delighted children, tumbling around the world in rapture. Our favorite experience was to bundle into a cafe and dash up to the counter and announce, ‘Two cappuccinos please, we are here to celebrate our existence on this planet!’

It has now been over 15 years and, although the ecstatic nature has transformed and matured, it still has this quality. It is love, and not just love of each other, but the greatest devotion of each of us to love itself, and therefore to truth itself.

Recently we were asked to talk about our relationship. Amoda is a teacher so she does this kind of thing a lot. I’m not, but I am always up for talking about new ways of relating, because relationship is where the rubber really hits the road.

So if you are of a mind and have some time, I invite you to watch our interview and see what you think. It is honest and open. We even talk about sex.

turn to face the broken

if you expect these words to be positive
look away
i am not concerned with being positive
i am for what is real
and that means sometimes
turning to face the broken
and the messy
it means looking deep into
the heart of the darkness
i would rather face the agony of the truth
than the pretence of the lie
for in turning around
to meet sorrow and suffering
our steely hearts may break
and from that broken place
may pour the milk of human kindness
and without kindness
there is nothing but
an empty existence.