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Tea with the Moon

 A shiny blue kettle makes tea for one
Rain patters on the attic window
Looking out across a night of  lovers
The full moon stirs a sacred longing

Honour the mysteries of this life.
Everywhere, is a gateway
that will draw you in and bless you.

It pulls so much sweetness through this body
Such tender sadness
A white hot stream of grief
That carves out channels of fire
In places that nobody speaks of.

The scent of incense lingers on the air
And two candles flicker peacefully
Light and shadow dance on the walls
Of this great space waiting to be filled.

This morning my body was sick
So I lay down and slept
When I awoke
It was to a place of incredible disconnection
I sense life slipping out of reach
What realm is this
Where am I now?

Change has her own rhythm
We can not master time.

Life seems to say:
“This is what is happening now,
and anyway,
Who are you?
Will you accept or resist?”

Another world has fallen away
Just as a snake drops her skin
And in this new place
The silence is grey.
There is no ground
No body, no voice
Because the witness has no solidity
Everything is unfamiliar
There is no one left here for anything to refer to.
Whose eyes are these?

Something will continue.

I can not explain to anyone
That I do not know what is happening.
That I am so vast, I am lost inside my own self.
And so small I don’t even exist.
Sometimes I feel like everything I ever was
tries to hold on. But it is already gone.

Searching for reality, Everything melts away.

Nobody can silence
a voice seeking truth.
Even when thoroughly ashamed,
we stand up straight, saying:
“Here I am, wash all I am not away”

A young bird is so perfectly innocent
She does not stop singing
Until she finally finds her song.

Honesty continuously refines herself.
She can not be defined.
She can only keep moving
and keep letting go.

It does not matter how we feel.
If we use it well.
Take everything as a question, not an answer.
That’s where freedom lies.
We get shown the same thing thousands of different ways.
That is all there is,
everything points to That.

Chaos descends on all our days and nights
We hold on this tiny spark at the centre of it all.
“I am here” We say,
“Please, continue.”

Who understands how painful it can be
to stand here naked.
It can be so humiliating to reveal
that the best you have to offer
Is nothing more than an illusion.
Who has felt the value of tears?

Who has reached that place
that, out of choicelessness,
Summons up the courage it takes to say
“Look these are my mistakes
I don’t even know how ignorant I am
but teach me, please
strip me bare.”

Nobody can teach
a heart to love
Nobody can say what love is.
In each being it arises
in a unique way
And each expression is a path
That leads unto itself.

Those who tasted truth
Or glimpsed it
Even for a fleeting moment
Go crazy
They become wild and uncontainable
They attempt to break down the construction
Of everything which obscures it.

Tonight I am alive
Light touches everything.
It is only my own self.
We wound our own self
All seeking the same Love

So blind to it all.
I can’t even speak.
I don’t know where I came from
or what creates these worlds.
From where does one find the integrity
to surrender, so unknowing, to life?
How do we keep on stepping
so clumsily amidst all this beauty?
What pulls us?

My prayer is this:

May love find her way
With grace, and wisdom
May she have full presence
And full strength

May she destroy wisely
In a way which heals
May she create space
where others find truth

May she wear a face
that reveals the presence of others
May she reflect clearly
undistorted

May her humility
give birth to compassion
May her gentleness have genuine power
to allow others their strength

and honour the freedom to love.

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Be Perfectly Ashamed

The rain
that comes at dawn
is beautiful;
Don’t hold back
Run out beneath the open sky
and dance, dance!

Let your heart loose
Be wild and free.
Listen to the birds sing.
See their feathered breasts
tremble. So completely
they are giving.

You too can be naked
of every thing
that keeps you from
Being.

Stay awake all night if you
must. Let the longing pierce
you. Don’t run away, turn
to face it. Break open.

Feel the ecstasy rising.

The Friend said these troubles
were never intended
as ropes
that tie you to the world,
But as a ladder
that connects you
directly
to the purest source
of Love.

This is your truth,
that intimate connection.

Meet the darkness tenderly,
lose all hope;
Be perfectly ashamed. This
is when he Loves you most.
Let the Beloved touch you,
don’t hold back.

There is a deeper light;
It is coming, now.

~

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Keep Me Foolish

Some people mock
those who pray;
They say “Only a fool
will call upon the name of G-d”

We are all children
don’t deny our innocence
Light can not be stolen

I don’t want to grow in the shadows.
So I turn to Love and say
“Keep me foolish. Please”

I can’t be brave.
You know that –
you made me this way.
It should really be you
on your knees,
begging forgiveness
for all the grief that caused.

I want you to make
the whole of me a prayer
So there isn’t a beginning
or an ending; a coming
or a going.
Not even one moment
that I leave your lips.

When people say G-d isn’t
I go deeper inside
I’ve been standing here naked
watching and listening
For all of time
and I never saw a place –
not even the smallest space
– that was empty.

Some people passing by
with their bundles of knowledge
Try to tell me
everything that IS isn’t:
that everything is not you.
I don’t want to be buried
beneath the weight of all that knowing

So I just smile
and say “Yes, Yes yes”
It doesn’t really matter –
after all, no one is listening
I never saw anyone
who is not G-d

One way or the other
we all play at being ignorant
It was made like that
So play how you will
– and be happy

But let me stay here
on your lips
I’ll do all the weeping
and the laughing
Blessing all the shadows
until the light comes home.

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Amber

You can call me a crazy woman all you like,
but you didn’t see the moon tonight!
(Not so that she grabbed you
right in the centre of your still silent place
and made your Love so wild
that the world stopped spinning.)

My G-d, she was so vast, so low,
she was sailing, amber,
right down close.

When I see her like that,
naked, on fire,
almost full,

I know that however you choose to judge me,
if one glance doesn’t stun you, fill your lungs,
squeeze you, stir you;
You are the one
you, not I,
Who has lost something beautiful.

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Surrender Your Face

Only this space remains,
this intimate, expanded space.
Only this silence remains:

Full, warm and alive!
Full, warm and alive!

I believe we survive all destruction,
the true self cannot be destroyed.
All that can be hurt and removed
is only that which we are not:

If it feels pain, it is not you!
If it feels fear, it is not you!
Let pain come.
Let fear come.

You are beyond.
When all that comes
has passed,
you will remain
untouched.

Closer than before.

You are stronger than you think!
You are stronger than you think!

You can be completely naked,
You can be completely empty,
You can be void of all desires.

Let the world take you apart
Piece by piece, if it must,
until you are so
tender and vulnerable;
until you have become
undone.

Be tortured if you will,
until there is nothing left
of all that you think you are.

Be exposed fully:
Surrender your face
and grace will come.

Love comes.
Only love remains.

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Every Face

Standing alone on an empty road:
shall I turn left or right,
would it really make a difference?
No reason to go here or there!

Inside the houses, people
are busy living –
full with being somebody;

They all have a story to tell
and they ask me:

“Who are you?
What do you do?
Where did you come from?
What do you want?

Then say:

“If you don’t be someone,
you won’t go anywhere!
You must do something useful with your life!
You must use your precious time wisely!”

“Be happy!
Don’t cry!
Where’s your logic?
Don’t be a fool!
Pull your self together!
Spread your wings!
Socialise!
What good have you done today?”

“Show me your knowledge
and I’ll show you mine,
What have you learned?
How intelligent are you?”

There are a thousand different ways
to do everything all wrong!
Yet when the sun comes at dawn
he kisses every face turned upwards.

I don’t need to have a name
to hear the blackbird singing.

There are enough people being busy
setting the world to rights
and doing grand or beautiful things.

Speak of any science, any art,
some shall master them perfectly.

Let those with knowledge debate
the history and future of society,
and those with skilful means
make changes where they will.

Everything is understood somewhere.

I shall lay my load down here
beneath a star filled sky:

Cry like a baby
(when I want to)
or laugh with joy

For simply no reason at all.

Life does not need me to be intelligent
to understand what has been written
in books and the heart of man.

Why should I search for treasure
to hold in two empty hands?

The infinite continues unfolding
even when I do nothing at all!

Perhaps I should make an effort
to become a better ‘person’,
but i think i’ll just stay here
and watch the moon…

Some one has to love her light
spilling out so shamelessly
over all that is seen

She is painting everything silver

whilst
we
sleep.

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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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