BE STILL, BE PRESENT, BE AWARE

My friend, we are living in very strange days. Be still, be present, be aware. Reality as we knew it (if we ever knew it) is unravelling. Something is in motion, change is underway on all levels of our existence. Those who live on the surface only are reacting on the surface and raging on the level of opinion. Be still, be present, be aware. There has never been a more pressing invitation to simply be the eye of the storm, to be unflinching as you walk through the valley of shadows.

Here are some poems.

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If sorrow fills your heart
Love it, don’t reject it
For something has touched
The essence of your humanity.

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We are trained to erect barricades 
Around a fictitious self
And then we spend our days
Living from that fiction
And defending it at all costs
Yet always wondering 
Why we feel so separate 
And alone.

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You are the bridge
Between heaven and earth
Your uniqueness
Is astonishing.

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Oh! the petty games
That humans play
Surrounded by eternity
That mocks self importance
And concerns that 
Don’t mean a jot
Except for one
Flickering moment

I too am caught
In time’s sticky web
Yet I see the wheel that turns
And that seeing
Gives some blessed relief.

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Friend, do not believe in the light
Become it
Let it fill you
In your cells
Your tissue, blood and bones
In your brain and heart
Accept the light in
Not in some new age way
But in a way that allows that light
To cast its brilliance
On all that is held in the shadows.

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Let experience
In this life
Not diminish you
You are greater, deeper
And more vast
Than earthly experience
And all the wounding
And the trouble
That beset you
Cannot really touch
Your essence
Remember this always.

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If tears should fall
I will catch them
In a sacred bowl
And feed the flowers
And those flowers
Will feed the butterfly
And the hummingbird
And thus will the beauty
Of your sorrow
Feed the natural world
To which we still belong.

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The beauty I speak of
Is only discovered through 
A kind of courtship with the beloved 
We may say it reveals itself
In surrender, in tenderness,
In our embracing of grief
Or as we fall into the unknown
And let go of all we thought we were
And become no thing.

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Life will always be
An unfinished concerto
The art is to know this 
And find completion
In the music
As it plays.

Thanks for reading.