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Stormy Seas

“The snake inside a bamboo cane…
can only go up or down.”

He was smiling at me

“Which way will you go?”

I know not of what you speak
but I will follow you into the Mystery
With the beating of my heart
By the light of our eyes
Through your touch
Show me the way up.
Lead me to G-d

Oh Friend, who leads who?
Here is my faith
Let us journey together.

Maybe I didn’t go anywhere.
Just wrapped around myself.
Constricted.

Sometimes my anger is a burning light.

A terrible, powerful force.
The oceans which feed it
are immense.

My rage gives way to Longing
Unseparated, we are free.

I never found a way to perfectly express
with the whole of my being
that one great Beauty I see everywhere

I am always falling.

And falling, praying.

Don’t forget me, don’t stop calling.

Nobody wants to be other than Love.
To be less than their purest self.
To be this not that.
Unfullfilled.

Sometimes my grief is unconsolable.

This is a poem for Him.
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A warrior turns to face his anger
He says “Come, come and dance”
Dance until we weep
Then grow your softness

He is not afraid
To be invincible
He moves like water.

There is space for everything inside him.
So he laughs and plays.

You have made great effort to be Master of your ship
I bow to your intention
Here, take the lamp which burns inside my heart
It can be lonely at sea.

Raise the humble flag of a warriors love
It can not be torn.
Cutting through illusion
Storms make way for freedom
Ride your winds
Sail free, untethered
to light a Way

Blessings on your course

Such skill takes time and practice
I am adrift

Full of cracks
The cracks of hesitation, self doubt and indecision
My bamboo is not strong enough.

My snake is all twisted up in knots.
Dearanged by lack of freedom

The depth and intensity of my rage
The raw force, unexpressed
If I could harness it, direct it with care,
Would equal yours. I know.

It is a force for healing.

You showed me where there is no place for fear
No place to hide
Stand up now and be seen
Before the face of death
“All of this is Love”

I had to break to fit that kind of love inside me.

If it were not for this exterior life,
and I dived down into the depths of me
and you into the depths of you

The demons and deities I could produce
From my own ancient energies
Would dance with yours well.
We could make a fine show together.

Of fire and wrath
and Love
of wisdom that cuts like a blazing knife

There are no prisoners here.

Then sit down laughing
side by side
Drink from the tea kettle
as old Friends.

Knowing we are nothing
Humility and compassion
We suffered long to learn
So now,
Light like air

With the taste of tears still on our lips
We know what sweetness is

Sweetness is owning our own Hell
and making Heavens garden there
where fruit and flowers grow,
where children sing

Sweetness is
offering your rage
on bended knees
Saying I Love you

When the clouds of this and that
Drift away
Birds on the wind
Flow like water

Everything returns to silence.

Let us make love one day
Unbound
Melt together in pools of warmth
Beneath the stars
of a million births and deaths

When I am finally naked
of all that is not
When you can move through me
Freely
Let my offer myself to you

Raise me up, raise you up.

Being not of this world
yet in it
I recognised a companion

Oh fool I
Showed myself to be less than worthy
That we do not walk together
That I stand not by your side.

Dive into your Ocean, Friend
Find me there,
meet me there,
Love me there.

Lose me here
in the Light of your loving.

I am deep enough to hold you.

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Closer, Deeper, Lighter (a song)

If you lose your way
don’t be afraid
For the love in you
will keep you safe…

I know it’s hard
to see sometimes
But the light in you
will be your guide…
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and i’m coming closer and closer and closer to you…x4
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If it seems too dark
just close your eyes
for the light that’s real
is deep inside…
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So still your heart
and quiet your mind
The love that’s true
you’re sure to find…
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and i’m listening deeper and deeper and deeper to you…x4
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Your tears are prayers
they open space
For deeper truth
and higher grace…

Be sweet your sorrow
soft your pain
Be open heart
and pure your name…
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and i’m being lighter and lighter and lighter in you.. x4
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The Ancient Fool

you know those tingling, moving moments?

when a stubborn old fool comes up against a wall… and breaks all the rules to get past

…follows his feelings into madness

and is led…

to something marvellous?

to something that resonates deeply with his own truth.  that resonates even before he has touched it?

it is always so lovely to discover… another.

…another light by which to navigate in the lonely unknown…

to see that if one is only ever dreaming, then there are others who dream too.

and he thanks that other… he must love that other… simply for being.

and in the exchange, a brilliant spark flies and somewhere, something expands.

… the time has come for our fool to be magically transformed… he feels wonderful and dances with lightness and happiness!

but soon he encounters a falling, a fading… he is hovering at the very beginning of an invisible path and is trying to dance in the shadows… trying to trust his senses in the dark….

dizzily spiralling in a place where it is impossible to ‘know’ because he knows he can no longer be limited by his knowing

he has become a warrior and a warrior must be scared. relentlessly encountering that line of fear …and then so many other lines.  fine lines, so easily crossed, yet like canyons for a man who cannot see. oh so many places, seemingly terrible places, to fall!

and then the darkness becomes darker than the blackest night but he must continue for he has discovered that he cannot live with a heart that does not sing. he has already passed though that comfortable place of sleeping. so  he accepts the quest for there is no other reason to be.

he feels mysteriously honoured yet unspeakably afraid.

and in the waking of the long dark  night, when his tired mind dissolves, takes flight… something stirs from deep within and whispers hidden secrets to him.

what adventures!

(dangerously entrancing quests for the foolish warrior who has hangs on nothing but a trembling intent)

his soul would  be strong and powerful…if only it could be free…  but our warrior is deluded! he is endlessly full of doubts and mistakes, he imagines he is riddled with cracks and weakened by unmovable blocks… he thinks he feels pain. he fears death!

he has forgotten his true nature so, captured by his own mistrust, he holds back in confusion. he holds and holds until something gives way …until, finally he lets go. now spiralling….

down,

down,

down.

and then there is stillness. and in this space our warrior believes himself to be so fragmented and lost that he must cry out to the universe and ask;

 “who am i? why am i here?”

and the timeless constant all that is, the deepest purest nothing, takes him. it holds him, it cradles him and speaks with ancient silence to the silence of his soul.

you are perfect! you are whole! you are complete!”

and our warrior bows down and weeps with joy as he answers for himself:

“all the time i am so humbly, gloriously, delighted to be… so blessed to be…here. to have been given theses marvellous opportunities of un-learning and learning to see.

my only desire is to become! …to be, love.

to love…. relentlessly.

to cast love outward to the stars

now i am learning for the first time… to ask. to ask because i wish to be open to giving.

 to ask in order that i may radiate back magnified over and over eternally endlessly over

… that more and more and ever more  may always be …touched by  ripples, not i but we!

i am a stumbling fool and will always be a fool… foolishly knowing nothing…

but i hope somehow to become at least an honest fool with an open heart.

..to learn to welcome, to thank the pain that takes one beyond, that reveals the beautiful mysterious, that shatters the mind and fills the centres of light…. to learn to embrace my truth and honour it. to allow others to do the same.

and to do this not to pleasure my ego, but because i have flown and let go, because i have returned.  returned to that place of emptiness that  can encompass all…

to live…  to be… to play… to see… to laugh… to love!

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