The Hand of Intuition
I knew,
although how was unknown.
I trusted completely,
but I fell,
into a bed of rose petals.
Intoxicated by the perfume,
I stumbled over the edge.
Only to find
that the abyss
was home.
Perfecting the Unacceptable
There are no kind truths.
A peaceful blow to the world as we know it
is a blow all the same.
Like a balloon slowly expanding,
cracking through layer after layer of eggshell thin veneers.
A trail of worlds in its wake.
Broken realities everywhere.
Love this destruction,
and life will love you back.
Peace be a Pure Heart
While pureness of virtue is dictated from every authority,
pureness of trust is glared at sideways.
Stop controlling and let go!?
A risk too great to bare,
a fool’s endeavour.
To release from steering,
is to surely crash.
Yet with trust, the veering might escape the road,
jostle over the terrain,
perhaps overturn.
Only to find paradise.
When coasting or in a tailspin,
can you feel the same peace?
A witness to the rise and fall.
Sitting on a throne of bedrock,
as the sea crashes all around.
Can you recognize the oasis
you never set out to find?
Looking like all you didn’t want,
but feeling like home?
That feeling is the true pure heart,
capable of the only true peace.
The Heart’s Home
There is one home for the heart
that provides the the vastness of the universe
and the nourishment of a cocoon.
Fragility and freedom fed at once.
And it requires no search.
The door opens and never closes when you know
that you are always already home.
Oneness with Source
Of the one great source,
we are the infinite expressions.
Without the feathers there is no bird,
without the bird, there are no feathers.
Birthing Being
I hear a voice from deep inside...
“I am unexpressed.
I lay dormant, dead,
yet I am the seed of you.”
But I am already here?
“You are the pitcher,
I am the water.”
Then you must flow!
“Then you must move beyond containing.
You must lift from your base,
lean into an edge
and pour!”
Time as My Teacher
Trying takes time.
Time trembles with the tension,
slowing under the weight of the effort.
Being melts time.
Minutes untether from gentle curiosity,
unable to meter that which meanders.
When time ungrasps,
Perfect timing can finally produce perfection.
Soaring in the Stillness
I cannot lose all that nests as a surrender of flight.
There are few who can be still and soaring at once.
Divine Vulnerability
There is no greater peace than to relinquish
the transcripts of our lives;
the roles and responsibilities we have
so carefully nurtured.
Leaving a channel for
the divine truth of now
to whisper it secrets,
free from constraining context,
sovereign in sharing
each moment’s intrinsic identity.
When pure presence penetrates reason,
and narrates from the unsaid,
masks melt and we are vulnerable
to all that is evolution,
granting wings to all that wants to take flight.
I knew,
although how was unknown.
I trusted completely,
but I fell,
into a bed of rose petals.
Intoxicated by the perfume,
I stumbled over the edge.
Only to find
that the abyss
was home.
Perfecting the Unacceptable
There are no kind truths.
A peaceful blow to the world as we know it
is a blow all the same.
Like a balloon slowly expanding,
cracking through layer after layer of eggshell thin veneers.
A trail of worlds in its wake.
Broken realities everywhere.
Love this destruction,
and life will love you back.
Peace be a Pure Heart
While pureness of virtue is dictated from every authority,
pureness of trust is glared at sideways.
Stop controlling and let go!?
A risk too great to bare,
a fool’s endeavour.
To release from steering,
is to surely crash.
Yet with trust, the veering might escape the road,
jostle over the terrain,
perhaps overturn.
Only to find paradise.
When coasting or in a tailspin,
can you feel the same peace?
A witness to the rise and fall.
Sitting on a throne of bedrock,
as the sea crashes all around.
Can you recognize the oasis
you never set out to find?
Looking like all you didn’t want,
but feeling like home?
That feeling is the true pure heart,
capable of the only true peace.
The Heart’s Home
There is one home for the heart
that provides the the vastness of the universe
and the nourishment of a cocoon.
Fragility and freedom fed at once.
And it requires no search.
The door opens and never closes when you know
that you are always already home.
Oneness with Source
Of the one great source,
we are the infinite expressions.
Without the feathers there is no bird,
without the bird, there are no feathers.
Birthing Being
I hear a voice from deep inside...
“I am unexpressed.
I lay dormant, dead,
yet I am the seed of you.”
But I am already here?
“You are the pitcher,
I am the water.”
Then you must flow!
“Then you must move beyond containing.
You must lift from your base,
lean into an edge
and pour!”
Time as My Teacher
Trying takes time.
Time trembles with the tension,
slowing under the weight of the effort.
Being melts time.
Minutes untether from gentle curiosity,
unable to meter that which meanders.
When time ungrasps,
Perfect timing can finally produce perfection.
Soaring in the Stillness
I cannot lose all that nests as a surrender of flight.
There are few who can be still and soaring at once.
Divine Vulnerability
There is no greater peace than to relinquish
the transcripts of our lives;
the roles and responsibilities we have
so carefully nurtured.
Leaving a channel for
the divine truth of now
to whisper it secrets,
free from constraining context,
sovereign in sharing
each moment’s intrinsic identity.
When pure presence penetrates reason,
and narrates from the unsaid,
masks melt and we are vulnerable
to all that is evolution,
granting wings to all that wants to take flight.