“ Does the moonlight choose upon which surface it reflects or does it
reflect upon everything it touches? Let your love be that moonlight"
Birdcage
If I view the world with sadness, the weight I carry prevents me from flight
If I view the world with cynicism, my opinions and judgements form the bars of my cage
If I view the world with anger or hatred, I know that fear has become my shadow
If I view myself with unconditional love, if I can allow myself such forgiveness?
As my eyes become my heart, all that I carry is unburdened, the bars of my cage dissolve and I fly free without shadow
Return to the garden
We never left the garden of Eden
We simply lost our ability to see it
By not being the you that tries to live life but instead having the faith to allow life to live through you
We may return there
If life is
If life is manifest from the purest love and that love is like water
Meet life not as rock
Fighting life’s current will wear down even the most stubborn of stones
Meet life instead with the purest love
Meet water as water for even jagged rocks will never wear down the water
Seek the purest water from the endless well of your Heart
If life is manifest from the purest love and that love is like the wind
Meet life not with a closed sail
A closed sail will never gain strength from catching the wind
Meet life instead with the purest love
Meet the wind as the wind and allow your Heart to become an open sail
If life is manifest from the purest love and that love is like fire
Meet life not as something that fears to be burnt
A flammable soul must hide from a life of flames
Meet life instead with the purest love
Meet fire as fire and let your flames ignite the candle within your Heart
For a candle that has always yearned to be lit will welcome any flame
I used to follow my mind
Until I discovered it had no clue
Where to find it
Or what to do, if it did
My heart holds this riddle
I take his hand
Our travels are now within
Within me
He knows where to find it
He knows where to search
What I must do
Our path is inward
I follow blindly
Slowly at first with a firm grip
But as my faith quickens
So does my pace
I begin to loosen my grip
My walk becomes a run
The run a leap
The leap a fall
I let go
I’m falling
Falling into me
Helplessly falling
Endlessly falling
Disappearing now
Into love
I find and am found
My heart speaks truth without words
To mind
from hand
To pen
A small poem blossoms in a forest of tall tales
Stories my mind has told me
It's petals bring light to their shadows
Thank you dear heart
Thank you
My love tied to need is transactional
It is finite, renegotiable
But to love without need is unconditional
Limitless through time
So let need dissolve in this trust
And set love free
Freed from my cage of need
So that all may feel it
“What more can I give of myself?”
At last, no answer comes.
The flames of hell do not burn me for their own pleasure
They burn to reveal the truth of me
Behind my minds lies
Behind my defences
These flames do not burn me, they cleanse me
Their pain is my shame
They blister my guilt
I have run from these flames too long
I have hidden from them in my own shadows
Now I surrender
To their burn
To atone for the truth my hell reveals
To be worthy of myself
.
I welcome this hell
I welcome my flames
I watch curiously within
As my fear becomes anger
As my anger becomes suffering
As my suffering becomes learning
As my learning becomes wisdom
As my wisdom becomes freedom
I pause
I notice
Thank you fear, for your gift
I am a story
written by my own hand
My identify is defined by my stories
When I die I shall become just that
A story
Told by those who knew me in snippets and threads
A concept in memory
But I am more than my stories
I precede them
Without them I remain
The story of my now is unwritten
At least not by my hand
Question becomes poem becomes prayer
They say that God sees all
But of course…
He sees wonder through my eyes
Hears all sound through my ears
Discerns scent through my nose
Feels another’s touch through my skin
Speaks kindness’s through my lips
Loves unconditionally through my heart
Dreams of peace through my mind
And cries through my tears for the suffering in all souls
.
He writes with this hand
My will be done
On Earth
Within your heart
As it is in Heaven
Within Mine
.
Amen
Loving yourself is not about telling yourself how great you are
its about having some love for yourself when you are not so great
its the gratitude for your creation and existence
it's the gentle kindness
The understanding
The forgiveness
That which you gladly offer to your best friend
My eyes ache from seeing
Sound wounds me
All matter is overwhelming
I cannot cope
Please stop everything, for just a moment
Grace me with your empty blackness
Silence beyond silence
The peace inside my being
From where I witness my suffering, the beauty of it
Take me to the shore and burn my body
But let my heart remain
Scorch my bones to ash
But let my heart remain
Let the waves wash away my cinders
But let my heart remain
Then burn my heart with the whitest of flames
So it is only the “I” that remains
The fire cannot burn this truth