The New News

Turn away the eyes

And comfort the ears:

Let the news fade

So all the angry voices are quietened,

Their fear lessened,

Their turmoil stilled,

The mangled knot of fractions thought

Fermenting doom and worse

Popped in the corner and ignored.

What is the real news,

The new news

Born in the self centre,

In the place that is no place,

The voice speaking

Of heart

And love

And truth,

That we are more

Than these jagged thoughts

Blown out of all proportion

And enlarged

Into flagrant monsters?

We are more than this:

More in the quiet place,

The stillness,

The ever expanding space

Of new ideas

Made from nothing.

The time has come to acknowledge love

And its infinite yet subtle process,

It’s utter gift,

It’s ubiquitous and never failing availability;

For it is free for all to take their fill,

And given wholly

To ever single one of us.

Source

The flower of my heart

Blooms on a stem

Of gossamer energy,

Upsurging from the world

Behind the world,

The space that is formless.

My heart smiles on me

As the heart behind the heart smiles,

As love comes

Like a river from the source:

Like a river from the source

Provided endlessly.

Only In Love

When we are not love

We are but the echo of the past

Thrown into the future,

For as we were made

So shall we make the world.

Only in love

Are we exposed,

Waking from the dream

Of happening without volition,

Happening without choice or will.

Only in love

Can we see the bones

Of being,

And choose,

Choose our way through.

Love Is

Love is movement,

A gift,

Unowned

Yet given.

You can not hold it

Only ask

Or make a beautiful wish

Or speak a prayer

To expand and broaden the world.

It is not yours

But you may use it,

Feel the expansion

As it flows away,

Your life acknowledged

As it leaves,

Yourself made Infinitely fertile.

For as it is given

The well refills

The source expands

And you are changed,

Lighter for the affirmation,

Joyous because you are more,

Loving because you gave it all away.

Love’s Essential Spirit

Gentle, gentle, gentle light

You are the mother’s smile

Upon the newborn child,

A gift

In loving wonderment.

And who upon the earth

Is not lifted by this?

Whose heart is not afloat

Despite the wretched mires

Of fearful belief?

Whose heart does not beat

In time with this deeper song?

Thank you for this gentle light

Bathing both body and mind,

Infusing the raw matter

With the seed of life

And holding the heart aloft

In its rightful place,

In love’s essential spirit.