YOU CAN'T PUT WALLS AROUND THE SKY

When we truly taste and touch our capacity to be unconditional, either in times of tragedy or beauty, or a moment of grace, it is as if the whole universe is there with us welcoming us home. It’s not mental, not a thought, nor even a feeling. It’s not located anywhere, not personal in that way. It is a melting of the self, a dissolving of the personal into just what is, the truth of things. Vast beyond measure, unconditional beyond knowledge.
Part of us knows this already. Maybe it’s this we search for in all this conditionality. That is our longing.

Here are some more poems of that longing as it arises in me. And please check the video at the end.

Bless you and thanks for reading.

Kavi

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Life is too short
For fakery 
Too urgent
And quick to pass
To deny love
Any longer

We came here to love
Not for fame, power or evil
They are side shows
We came to love
To remember love
To bring it to life
And to live it
Everything else 
Is an illusion.

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Give your attention
To the soul’s beauty
To the love that longs to shine

Give allegiance only
To that inner fire
That carries the light
Into the darkness.

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Walk with both
Your ecstatic nature
And your wounded humanity
They are not opposites
But the same divine being-ness
Making its appearance.

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After a long and arduous journey
Undoing the complexity
Of a self tied up in knots
I came to a garden of simple,
But magnificent, beauty
And rested there.

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The garden
Is in your heart 
You leave it
With each grievance
With every attack
And judgment 

There is no garden outside

To realize this is the end of inner division.

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Throw open the doors of your heart
Give up all this bartering and negotiating
Love is not for trading 
Give of yourself freely without condition
Conditional love is a trap
In which everyone ends up in prison

You can’t put walls around the sky.

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The pure heart
Is filled with a kind of divine sorrow.

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As I have aged
I have realized 
I know nothing
About the mystery that is life
And that admission 
Has opened the door 
To grace and humility
It’s not a lack of knowledge
It’s an openness to the mystery.

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Fall in love so deeply
With your existence
That everything
Melts into you.

Thanks for reading.

I put some of the spoken poems together on a video.
Please take a look. And like and comment and give a thumbs up if you feel moved.

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