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A song unsung.

This love is not a lie.

There is a sadness, which is not anger.
There is a pain, which is not selfishness.
There is a not knowing, which tries to see.
There is a bewilderment which tries but fails to understand.
There is a sustained effort so clumsily manifested.
There is a truth which can’t be heard, a song unsung.
There is a forgiveness which says “here let me take your pain, let me suffer it myself and turn it into your healing”
There is heart broken and broken and broken. It wants nothing for itself.
There is a compassion for all beings. It weeps and it weeps and it weeps and it weeps.

There is a person all gone wrong.
It doesn’t know where to turn.
It is doesn’t fear being seen.
But it weeps and it weeps and it weeps.

It prays “Break me open, make me softer, don’t let me resist. Let me hear you more deeply, let me reveal my self more clearly. Let me take right action. Let me love you more purely. Here is the jewel of my integrity. It is all I have. I offer it fully. Polish it, polish it, please reveal my courage.”

Forgive my mistakes. Were I perfection, I would only serve you in this world. I would give you more. Beyond this dream which I have executed so badly is another place… I never found a more beautiful place to dance than the place where the only dancing is the one in which everyone is wordlessly joined. We are the dance. If time was mine to give, I would give it all to you. But there is no mine. Time has no meaning, only that which takes place within. The only measure of every moment is how fully could you love what you saw.  All I can do is look, but I can not see. Remove the veil from love. I am the veil. There is only a space inside which a mystery is happening. Who are you, who am I? I don’t know.

When you speak, i hold a silent prayer, “Let me hear and accept these words clearly, without judgement or assumption or defence. Let the message travel direct to a place of understanding. Give me the humility, the openness, to hear. Remove me, remove me please, that truth may be known and acted upon.”

I believe there is a harmony, from where we all came to which we all belong. Any discord comes from the unreal. Really we are all in deep agreement. It is this deep agreement that I seek to uncover and from where I wish to live. It is where the real conversation takes place. It is already here. I weep because outside of that agreement is a desolate land where words are blown like dust and do not reach the heart. How can we meet within the real? How can I remove your suffering?

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I Call This Love

True love can not be whispered
with even the most pleasing of words,
For the love which can be whispered
has been given name and shape ,a beginning, an end
and the love which I have known to be true
is formless.

The truth which can be spoken of
is not the real truth,
For that which is spoken is ever changing like the wind
and the ones who speak shift endlessly like desert sand;
the truth which I could promise to tell you so sweetly
may taste bitter on your own soft lips.

One may perform a thousand kind gestures
from the deepest core of the purest heart,
but even this can not be called love;
For love can not be done or undone, nor given nor received:
Love is the unbound space from which all arises
and in which all movement occurs.

If I could give love a name
I would call it truth
and I would call truth love;
For what I have discovered
is that there is no truth which could not be witnessed as love,
neither a love which could be dismissed as untrue.

You tell me that I do not know about love
and neither could I know of such things;
But just as surely as nothing can truly be shared,
the stardust singing in me is the same that dances in you;
And when all that was ever thought has been forgotten,
a certain harmony will be revealed.

There is a place from which galaxies are born,
empty of all that could be known,
We will meet there – before this so clumsily touched
and I will know you by your light;

By the absence of that which is not.

I call this love,
all being united – in naked, resplendent, perfection.

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