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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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Sweetest Tears

Deep within your Heart
is a great well of tears
Some of them are fresh
Others as ancient as time

Don’t be afraid to enter
Dive to the untouched depths
There are many treasures waiting
In the darkness there:

The sweetest tears –
The wild, raw, untamable ones
The streaming torrents of grief –
Are really made of purest light

Find that sacred source
from which all tears spring
and channel your deepest sorrows
into an irresistible fount of Loving

If the Beloved himself
were to weep, freely
Every drop of his brilliant tears
would Love a whole universe into being.

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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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