TRAVELING EMPTY

Someone asked me what my passion was. It led me to this…
Poetry is my prayer, my music is just an intimacy with God, I dropped the whole idea of being a musician long ago. I don’t want to be anyone, I’m content as I am.

My devotion is to traveling empty and present. The shiny allure of form really has worn thin and I find myself in love with the grace we are, and I court that grace in myself and others. It may sound pompous but it’s just ordinary, just natural. I don’t know how it happened or why. I don’t know whether I’m in a good place or not, but the poetry keeps on flowing.

I just wrote this first poem.

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I fell out of the world
And landed 
In divine eternity
The world and its endless division
The allure of desire to be someone
Lost all meaning
As I found my new home
In the vastness of love
And I bathed in the sheer mystery
Of the great unknown.

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You cannot grasp the ecstatic
Or divine grace
With the mind
Only through a constant letting go
And falling beyond knowing
Can it be touched.

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And finally you discover
That you were always held
That the beloved was always with you
That you were never separate from God
And life was a beautiful and painful dance
In the realm of form
And such a love arose within you
It healed everything that seemed broken.

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If you cannot reach 
Deep into your darkness
You will not be able to soar 
High into the heavens.

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There is an angel of light
Hidden in your heart
Your primary task
Is to allow it
To spread its wings
And fly.

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Embedded in the darkness
Of the human experience
Is the light of our humanity
Love is not somewhere else
But right here within all that is.

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I discovered grace to be
The end of all resistance
To the movement of form

Yet once tasted
That grace even includes
The resistance itself

For grace is unconditional
And everything is welcome
In its ever unfolding arms.

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Come, let us leave the world of illusion
Just for a while
And bathe in the eternal mystery
It will cleanse us and leave us naked
And we will return refreshed and awake
Ready to dance once again
In the absurd play of life.

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The search for truth
Will inevitably lead
To the temple of silence
In which all becomes prayer.

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Although we like to imagine 
A special spiritual state 
Where we become untouchable
Happy, even blissful
And free of human problems

What’s more true 
Is we become simple
And uncomplicated
Undramatic and story free
Open and light
With feet on the ground
Rooted in presence.

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Far from being a tiny spec
Of a vulnerable body
In a hostile universe

You are the universe
Appearing for a moment
As a unique flower of form
What a miracle.

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