To share
The sunshine of the heart
Is to find
The sun upon your face
And bliss
In basking
In its beauty.
For around each corner
Is a smiling face
Reflecting joy,
Both playful and loving,
And each new corner
Yields still more of the same
Infinite quality.
Can you imagine
A world
In which the heart
Is worn naked
And transparent
In the body,
And everywhere
There are flowers
Glowing
In adoration of the sun?
Well, this IS the world
In which the heart
Finds its place in plenty
And where the mind
Has settled down.
This IS the world
Into which we are born
Through the tool of the body,
Knowing the grit and dank
Of the soil
And yet also
The ineffable reality
From whence we all come.
How could we not share
This truth
Made of light and love,
Beyond the bounds of space
And time
And all we deem heavy?
How could we not share
This warm and tender truth
Of happiness
God-given to us all
As life
Found effortless
Just like the sun
And the flowers -
And really
All forms under
The light loved down.
How could we not share
The sharing
That brought us to ourselves
And to the boundless
And to the truth
That we are love
First
Love first
Before all else.
self
Equals In Seeing
You cannot really share the light.
It does not travel
from here to there
from you to me
or me to you
as if there was
some sort of ownership
and transference.
But you can rise to it -
find the frequency
of yourself
attune to the light
in another
which is only
the light of yourself
and be
the light you are.
For all
are equals in seeing
equals in light
equals in being
and there are none among us
without this divine capacity
to be
and live
and love
in truth.
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We Are One
I wish to share the truth
That we’re not separate,
And that the feeling of separation
Is purely hoax,
A myth upon the mind
Played by the mind:
The mind swallowing its own lie.
–
What it means
Is that this warm heart inside my chest
Is your warm heart,
And that the being we are
Is one beautiful being
Holding us in its arms,
Cradling us
Feeding us the gift of life.
–
The love I feel
Is the same love
Blossoming inside yourself,
The exact same taste
Of infinite being.
We are one in this,
And knowing that the root
Of our life
Is the same root
From which all draw sustenance,
Means we can go free inside our personalities,
Move easy in our bodies,
Express our individuality to its fullest,
And be wholly ourselves.
Close Your Eyes
Close your eyes
And go naked to the love
Free in the centre of you.
–
This love
Knows nothing
But being alive
–
And the one nakedness
From which all things are.
Be in being
–
Where all duality
Is dissolved,
Where all that is fragmentary
–
Slips loose,
And even the one who might hold
Is dissolved.
–
Close your eyes
And go naked to the love,
The free being inside.
Instead
Instead the ever outward looking
For love
Turn inside yourself
To that which was always there;
Deepest well of formless infinity,
For there dwells life,
A heart-full of life
In abandonment to love,
Beautiful being of love.
–
There seem to be two options:
A movement into mind
And the stories we tell,
That swirl around
As so much fear.
Or the other way,
In the direction of self,
Detached from the fictions
And free
In the formless realms
So easily overlooked.
–
Instead the ever outward looking
For love
Turn inside yourself
To that which was always there;
Deepest well of formless infinity,
For there dwells life,
A heart-full of life
In abandonment to love,
Beautiful being of love.
Fresh Air
I breathe the life
In fresh air,
Close my eyes
And feel the space inside
As I feel the space without.
–
I smile at nothing
Feeling vibrant space,
Feeling being
Feeling the nothing of my self,
And tasting sweetness.
–
Who am I in this
With every idea cast
And separate from my being?
Who am I
In this?
–
I am space
And fresh air
And sweetness.
I am nothing
But being’s spaciousness.
Truth
These days the truth seems elusive:
The certainties we took for granted
Are dissolving into a mix of twisted
And frightening realities.
Who to trust now
When all around are pushing
Agendas and fake news?
–
Trust in the inner truth of self
For there is a wellspring of energy
Beyond the realms of ‘not enough’.
Always and ever present
The heart’s voice speaks
In fearlessness:
The now in which we live
Is safe,
A flow of abundance
And ever-giving wealth.
–
Know this as being
Know this being as yourself,
For in being
The noise of fractious multitudes
Quietens and ebbs,
Even their voices
Are imbued with love.
–
The truth is never elusive
When we dissolve
And trust in trust,
–
The truth is always,
Always in love.
Acknowledge Life
Do not attend
To the negative mind
With its litany of faults
And endless tribulations,
For there is only calculation there
And the ceaseless multiplication
Of a seemingly separate
And beleaguered self.
–
Instead,
Acknowledge the life-giving principle,
For there is life in life,
Rich abundance
And love’s infinity
In the looking to it,
The looking in it,
The abiding in the self
That knows.
–
Acknowledge its presence
And like magic,
Be in presence
For the acknowledging
And being
Are the very same thing.
The one looking at truth
Is the truth looking;
And in this
The ‘so called’ negative mind
Is offered the most exquisite kindness,
A forever home inside the self
And the gift
That it need not be other than it is.
Like The Clock
Like the clock
Whose ticking
You no longer hear,
And like the picture
You pass every day
That’s almost disappeared,
And like the wedding band
On your finger,
Now part of you,
And like the beautiful view
These days seldom seen:
Like these
Being is present
As it’s always been,
There, at the centre of you,
The background of you,
The you of you:
Knowable only in its knowing,
Realised only in realisation,
Noticed only when you notice
You are.
The Great River
I lie back
In the great river,
Its warm waters
Lapping at my cheek,
My chin and my forehead.
The great liquid of the world
Holds me with a tenuous grip,
Perhaps only a nudge
Upon a gently idling whirlpool.
My chest holds my heart to the sun
And I am open as a child
Yet to learn.
There is sunshine on my thoughts
And eyes, closed
For the meandering of the heart
And wisdom’s language,
Subtle as the currents
Baring me.
I am alive in trust,
Surrendered to the water’s movement,
Guided by it,
Content to be borne
Where its great waters will.
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