THE HOLY FLOWER
The holy flower sits quietly in the center of your chest. Its only purpose is to bloom and release its fragrance. It needs your devotion to do that. You don’t have to reach any place, or become enlightened, it’s more simple than that.
All that is required is to love what arises within you, no matter what. And to not go into the familiar narratives about what arises. You may not have control over what bubbles up, but you do have a secret power to resist the temptation and habit of giving narration to what arises. There is a time and a place for where these things come from, but also there is a time and place for simply loving, in the deepest way you can, whatever arises within. It’s a journey, not a destination.
It’s a powerful practice easily overlooked by the searching mind.
The flower in your heart Longs to bloom Feed it with the water of your grief And the sun of your joy Dance your innocence Back to life You have become too serious And forgotten something pure and tender About yourself. ---------------------- True healing will take you on a journey Into the depths of the body Through the cells themselves And deeper into the light That animates all creation. ---------------------- Love comes in many disguises The mystic sees through them all. --------------------- This life Is a wave of grace In the vastness Of eternity When we let go into God In the simplicity of surrender It becomes a divine journey It does not deny suffering But holds all experience lightly Somehow allowing the wave to flow From apparent birth To apparent death. ------------------------ This is my devotion To become as light as air So that when my time comes To depart these shores I may seamlessly dissolve With no resistance Just a tear. ----------------------- You don’t have to know Where you are going To be fully where you are Presence is its own destination. ---------------------- It’s not whether there are wounds or not It’s whether the wounds define us Or bring us into a deeper exploration Of the nature of our existence And ask us who we are Beyond all this wounding. --------------------- Future worry Is really about control And is incompatible With present moment Relaxation And awareness. ---------------------- Enter the moment Between the in-breath And the out-breath Allow eternity itself To be revealed to you By dying to all That is temporary Be still And walk To the busy market Return with your basket full And your mind empty. ----------------------- Become noble Even in suffering Bear the unbearable Be intimate with your life By welcoming it As God would Everything comes home eventually.
Everything Wants to Come Home: