WHEN LOVE COMES HOME

Weekly collection of short poems

Here we are again, the wheel of time has turned another few days on its endless turning journey into infinity. A week passed.

This week’s outpouring of poems has been beautiful to both witness and ‘do.’
I usually rise at 3am (I know, crazy time) and that’s when most of the poems come. Some are gathered from past writings but most arise there and then. I also do Amoda’s social media then so it all falls in to the same pot.
In the silence of the night, early morning, before everything wakes up, that’s my time.

So here they are, some more poems. Thank you for reading, I truly appreciate it.

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When love finally comes home
And takes up permanent residence
Inside every atom of your being
When it fills you up so much
There is no room left for doubt
When it becomes your state of being
When it pours through you
Like the stream bubbles from the earth
You will be home.

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The wise one
Holds uncertainty
And inevitability
As intimate companions
Yet identifies with neither
Choosing instead openness
And loving kindness.

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Empty your temple
Clear out the clutter of self
Far from leaving it barren and desolate
The divine will flow in
And beautify it
In ways you cannot imagine.

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When you completely let go
Of thinking you know
How life should be

You begin dealing with 
How it actually is.

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Live as though
Your heart
Was on fire.

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Someone said
‘I keep wanting to cry about everything,’
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘Me too, isn’t it beautiful.’

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Our lives are borrowed
Our breath sacred
Grace itself has bestowed 
Upon us this miracle
Yet we turn away
Distracted by phenomena
Lost in our petty games
Forgetting to say thank you.

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Fall out of culture
It defined you
For a time
Like the bowl
Defined the goldfish

But now you are oceanic
A vastness is being remembered
Within your deepest
And culture will no longer 
Contain who you really are.

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Silence is not simply
The absence of noise

It is a pulsating field of intelligence
Out of which everything arises

To know silence is a journey
To live from that silence
Is freedom.

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I don't know who I am?
You cried
Excellent, I said,
Start there.

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3am relaxed intensity

Thanks again.