Tag: opening

The Call to Dive Within the Soul

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Inspiration sparked by the mystical beauty of Teresa of Ávila’s ‘Interior Castle’

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Soul of wisdom, soul of truth,
Soul of blessed heart divine,
In the mansion of your truth
I rest within your precious climes

In sultry dusks intrepid hearts
Will rise to rein their glory home,
Their pounding power beats the turf
Devouring illusions sown

Within a grist that’s milled its troubled last
A thousand billion years,
That tortured itself with the past:
A myriad treaties for its tears

And suddenly it hears a sigh
Its own beginning breaking through
The troubled stance it sought continuance
Within its darkened truths

Admonishing itself at once
For failing heretofore to see
The power of decision 
In the mind that chooses to be free

Arise, arise, and hearken to
The deepest truth you cannot bear,
That rising through your choice for darkness,
Waking through a chorus fair

Succumbing to the glorious song
Angelic harmonies become
The coalescence of the soul 
Divided from the precious One

The sacrosanct, the chiming bell
That in each soul will ever sing
To welcome hearts that ache 
To witness to its clear and gentle ring

The call to dive within the soul
To taste the pleasures sweet and deep,
That humble minds can slide within
Its wealth of treasures here to reap

And rising, as the phoenix
In its mighty wings the power be,
To recognise illusions 
And to let the mind soar free

No fight is heard, no struggle won
For as you turn and look behind,
You recognise the past is gone
All are released, the things of time

From here within the instant
Of such powerful clarity,
The wisdom of your rising heart
Takes root within your majesty

The Lion’s Heart

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As the sky splits open to reveal your soul

Thanks to Alex on Unsplash

You are the light that burns in me
The lantern blazing through the dream
You are the peace humility
Can recognise and rest within

You are the great expansive mind
That wreaks a wildish havoc home
Unravelling the dearth of time
And glistening upon the throne

That opens as I gaze upon
The beauty that is not your realm
But feels as though it’s splitting to
Succumb to that which lies beyond

You are the peace that pulls me
To the deepest place within my heart
That opens me to caverns
Where I hid the painful, searing, dark

You are the fire that burns within
That draws me to your fireside
The ocean that I dive within
To find the things I’d hoped to hide

You purify the restless cawing
Cackling realms of graceless hell
And raise them up through tundras
To the sunshine on the shining swell

And as the sky with stars of gold
Decrees your shining constant light
Splits open to reveal your soul
I am beheld with blessed sight

And in your wholly loving gaze
I stand redeemed, re-graced, untamed
But gentle in your presence
As the lion’s heart regained

I stand within your wholeness
And I love what you have done
I am forever blessed in you
Your holy light, your son

If Only We’d Know

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Letting in the life that is waiting to grow

The sun breaking through the clouds, shining on different layers of worlds
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A space in the sunshine of dreams
Has opened, responding to calling for more
A grip on the life that held meaning for me
Is released as desire cracks open a core
That was dark with defences, its surface rock hard
The light that pours through makes me choke for a moment
As breath enters in where before it was barred
And a blue swirling centre is unlocked, unsown

Now I can see you 
And breathe my inheritance
Though I’m restricted 
By thoughts of intelligence
Wisdom and pride
That will anger my core
If they’re questioned or queried
Held up to abhor

But within the catastrophe of how I’ve failed
To begin to be happy through telling my tales
With this rushing of energy into the void
Comes life unabashed, unrelenting, devoid
Of the suffering, long underpinning a woe
That releases each instant if only we’d know
That this deep precious moment, the centre of mind
Our attention can pierce, our presence can find

It can only be known, it can only be seen
Through the eyes of a dreamer who ceases to dream
Through the heart of a speaker who ceases to speak
Through the might of a thinker refusing to think
For themselves, who lets heavenly thoughts cast their moors
Within their deep harbours, upon their bleak shores
And lets in the life that is waiting to grow
Within us each moment, if only we’d know

Of Sound, and of Silence

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A moment of recognising wholeness and peace, with complete gratitude

An abstract image implying a close up of sound waves
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The help is more available than the pain
This strikes me as I listen today
After spending some time letting words flow onto the page
The fearful mind has been exposed and witnessed to, and now it can be still
The help appears: available to me in my mind
Perfect in its simplicity, glorious in its breadth
Its breath moves through me and I recognise its melody
Resting in each pause with a true master’s understanding
Of sound, and of silence

Rest — internal, graceful
What is my lesson today?
What do I need to understand? 
Where in my mind, in your mind, will you take me today?
This fiction is a classroom for the evolution of my soul
The rest appears; the help is the rest
The peace that passeth understanding every instant but now
I open into gratitude as the past is released into half-remembered patterns
Of sound, and of silence

The world itself is opening within my heart
There is nothing outside of the self I am in you
Everything is releasing and everything is available
All help, all rest, all peace, it is available to me now
You are the master that knows only giving all to all
You the one with perfect grace, perfect understanding
You the only path worth walking in the dreaming of this world
In the dreaming of colour and of darkness
Of sound, and of silence

Unimaginably Beautiful

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A poem experienced through a glorious gladioli

Author photo — the glorious gladioli – all rights and permissions reserved

I look into your face
For a perfect moment the universe is the intoxicating colour of your skin

Richness magnified intensely, my consciousness enfolded in the satiny immersion of your electrifying expression

I am saturated by the iridescent nature of your sepals’ colouring
Enjoying your obedience to the never-ending question of transition

Sleeping reptilian spines, ripening daily, revealing rich cascading blooms
Bursting suddenly, astonishingly, to the irresistible command of a forceful, silently chiming directive

A most remarkably inspiring shedding of skin

Destinies fulfilled
Treacherous, cavernous ways through deadly dunes averted
Songs of the open and blissful heart sung in euphoric harmony

An entire universe of grace, unimaginable beauty
A wormhole transporting me to flowing wells of freedom inside the openness of every blooming shell

The depths I can go to in me through you
As surprising and as beautiful as the never-ending opening of your soul to me

I cannot defy you. I must awaken, enliven, flower in irrevocable glory
Despite the fear that closes on my mind and holds me, trembling, still
I cannot respond to you but with my own blossoming of mind, my voice and my rising, grateful heart

Your petals will fall with the irrepressible illusion of time
My petals will droop and stale, as yours, before the body’s time-felt end

But beyond these death haunted dreams the glory of eternity wakes in the spirit of your irreversible flourishing and my breathless witnessing

I will always know your gifts and hear your song, alive, in this perfect, present heaven

And I will ever know the timeless constancy of our connection, our brotherhood, our love, throughout the ever-expanding infinitudes of mind

The Fire

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A prose poem burning in my heart!

Thank you to Max Kukurudziak for the image on Unsplash

When the fire in your heart cannot stop, cannot start but to flame all the folly you’ve conjured apart from the glory of peace in its thunderous roar and its pounding of waves on its silent shores

When the shadows you’d painted have cracked to the core all the canvases broken in heaps on the floor and the fire tears through them and rids them of form and the anger you’d felt is released and transformed

And the world that you see is a phoenix, a dawn, that rises from ashes, remoulded, re-born, but by hands that are sacred and know how to heal, by a mind that’s awakened and knows how to feel from the depths of its heart an infinite joy that creates in the wake of the love it employs

When the fire in your heart cannot stop, cannot rise, but to purge all the memories you’d deigned to baptise but will gratefully offer up to take their part as they whisper the seeds of a glorious new start

Indivisible

A lesson received from a palm tree on a wholly beautiful night

Image by David Miller from Pixabay

Precious union
One Mind speaking
To me or from me?
No distance
Indivisible

A voice within the mind
Addressing itself
But from far beyond
It’s tiny walls of self
And yet itself still

Larger
Infinite in magnitude
Wholly inclusive
Everything

The recognition
That we address each other
Simultaneously
With the same words

Undifferentiated
Subjective
All within
Infinite in capacity
Unencumbered

Graceful
Gorgeous
Pure
Indivisible

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Thank you for being with me
In great depths
And endless openings

Thank you for being with me
Clarity of mind and depth of spirit
There is no deeper place that could be touched
Beyond where you touch me
And yet, at each touch, that place is deeper still

Thank you for being with me
Your presence, iridescent in my mind
Cuts through contradiction
And simultaneously comforts, without exception

Take me into the depths of your soul
Somehow, I can open finally to you

Every mind could teach the beauty that you teach
But somehow, I let in in from you
There is a desperation, a longing, a burning desire
For the truth

It is the chrysalis in which I am digesting myself
To awaken fresh into the blessed Spirit’s air
Comfort me, oh depths of limitless being

Behold, the glorious simplicity of Self-knowledge,
Self-acceptance, self released

Behold my burgeoning beauty
Far beyond the devious flesh

The helm of love awakens
And directs its secretly joyful journey
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