BEAUTIFULLY CRAZY

This is the time to embrace every ounce of love, every drop of inner authority and every resilient bone in your body to vibrate with the truth of your essential nature.

We are not in ordinary times. We are in a field of intensity where all that is not true is rising to the surface. It happens with individual organisms and it happens with collective organisms. It’s entirely natural. But it may look ugly and feel scary to the point of terrifying. It may feel disorientating as perception and assumed reality trembles and shakes. Be beautifully crazy and resilient.

It’s necessary and ultimately good. Cleansing is like that.

Here are some of this week’s poems.

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As we stand
In the total acceptance
And silence
Of this exquisite moment

The past comes to an end
Ancestral wounds
And karmic burdens
Unwind themselves
And something completes

It is a beautiful service
To empty oneself enough 
For this to happen.

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We say 'My life,' as though we own it
And imbue ourselves with self importance
But everything is borrowed from the divine
We would be better saying, 
'The life I have been lent by God.'

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The greatest gift of grace
Is to be at peace with all of it
Even when it is not peaceful.

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Your true beauty and grace
Are unseen
By those who are veiled
And mesmerized 
By surface appearances.

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Quit standing on the edge
Trying to work it out
Jump into the unknown
Everything you need
Will be given to you as you fall
It will drive the mind
That seeks control
Beautifully crazy.

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Whatever feeds your soul
Give it that

Whatever it is within your heart
That longs to burst forth
Cherish it and nurture it

Don’t let the flame
Be dampened by any negativity
Yours or others

There is a garden inside you
A simple turning towards it
Again and again
Is enough.

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Can you tell me who you are
Who you really are
I think you cannot
For you are the mystery
Cloaked in form
And all attempts at description 
Ultimately fall short
And you will fall into silence
And that silence
Will tell me you who are.

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May you sift through
The endless veils
Of illusion
Yours and the worlds
Until you arrive at something true.

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The one who turns their back
On the herd
Jumps the gate
And flees into the hills
Because they long
To feel the wind on their skin
And the sky of their soul

Celebrate them, they keep beauty alive
And if you are one, celebrate
You are more valuable to the world
Than you may know.

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If there must be a prayer
Let it be
To see the love
That is ever present
Even in the face
Of fear and suffering.

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Thanks for reading!