Where it Starts, Where it’s Sown

Is where it ends and the only place it can go

Water pouring and raging through a rocky course
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I guess what I’m starting to see
Through a mist that’s beginning to clear
Is that there’s only one who I’m never too much for
And there’s only one I can always retreat to
Can always communicate all of my water to
Just let the torrent come crashing and finding its way
To the heart that will always be waiting
Will always be joyfully baiting its breath
For each future instalment of death-wrenching honesty
Nuanced bequeathing of tempested opening
Crashing asunder the firm dammed up walls of intention
To be more like something a girl should
And not let my water spill out on the paper 
So wildly destroying all things in its path
As its poetry rises amidst all the glory
Of thundering musical grateful expression

Its your heart alone that will always be willing
Will always be mine, never of the opinion
That maybe I need to learn, now, how to rein it in
Hold back the power that’s fighting my hands at the bit
Writhing body beneath me expressing
Its dissatisfaction as, twisting and turning,
Impeccable power, impeachable rectitude
Wholly becoming the force of my need 
To be free from desire and free from contention
To drift like a deep forest breeze through the pine needles
Holding all souls that I meet with a gentle becoming
Absorbing their tranquil conformity
To an existence that feeds all it sees
A deep rooted gratitude implanted centrally

So I decide, I discover, I see
All of a sudden that finding a person
To hold all my water as I flow, eternal,
From the true source to the depths of the ocean
Is probably unrealistic and all that I’m looking for
Honestly, in my expression
In my extradition of purpose,
Projection of power, inquietude, restless ingratitude,
All that I’m looking for, all that I need
Is to go to this power itself to receive all my water
The power that, past comprehension,
Is peace, but dynamic, is raging, and now flowing faster
This instant then ever I’ve seen it before
Crashing welcome through memories, casting asunder
The past that I’ve stored in my body
And kept, all consuming, as troubled identity
Now I’ve been given a new joyful chorus to sing
It’s alive in my heart as I memorise
All that it gives me in each new breath in
Gently absorbing its richness and clarity

All that I need to become or to do,
I can embrace all this watery goodness,
And send it all back in an instant to you
You are the source and the ocean that holds me
As I wend my mystical, musical way
Back to the life that creates me this instant
In mystical, musical, magical truth
Accepting your heart is the one true redemption
From wanting a something I never can find
Or asking for things that can never be given
From all of my dearest projections of mind
Expecting from them what you only are giving
The perfect, incalculable peaceful knowledge
That all of my water and all of my flow
Will infinitely be received and acknowledged
And loved, in your heart, 
Where it starts, where it’s sown

It’s Your Heart

A lesson received and gratefully understood

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Can you start to understand, it’s because it’s you?
It’s because it’s your heart that the notes flow through
It’s your peace, your energy, consciously aligned
With the flow of beauty that is present in your mind

Can you start to understand, it’s because it’s you?
It’s because of all you are and all you cease to do
As your heart is moved to spell the voicings and the words
Clarity becomes them as they spill out and are heard…

Deep within the mysteries that consecrate the soul
Waking in the centre of the one accepted role
Peaceful, unbound, soaring, out beyond the stars
Every moment you receive the music in your heart

It’s because you listen as the notes come through
Holding them within your heart, alive within the truth
Every note is sacred, it’s an energy
Wrapped within the instant it arrives here from eternity

Every note is herald of the gleeful tide
Rising from the trickles that between your pebbles sigh
Rising to a culmination, raging at their core
Wildest inhibition casting, homeless, to the score…

All the notes you couldn’t seem to understand or see
As the joy of quietude comes rushing through your dream
As you let the well of life come rising, bubbling through
The sudden understanding that it’s because it’s you

Because of You

Finding the courage to give

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Because of you it opens
Because of you they come,
They hear the call to witness to
The ever pulsing drum

They hear the call to action
In their hearts, so blessed be,
And they determine to become
The light they see in thee

They come because they’re hungry
For what you have to serve,
The crops that you’ve been nourishing
Within your sacred verve

The spirit you have hearkened to
Each time that you have called,
Intrepid, to the warrior 
That tears apart your walls

In fearlessness we stride ahead
Through valleys dark and drear,
Amassing to our side
The hearts that rise amidst their fear

And heartened, blunder onward 
Though the path seems dark between
The glorious gentle openings
That in their souls still sing

We rise amidst security
Of knowing we are free,
In spite of the hallucinations
Haunting all our dreams

In spite of darkness clinging to
The self we knew before,
Our gentleness is conquering
The battle lines we’d drawn

Between the misty nothings
Of our hearts, so troubled through
Complexities of passion,
Contradictions to the truth

Between the old ideas 
Of reality, that sown 
Into the seams of royal robes
Had seemed to occupy our thrones

Because of you they’re torn apart 
And thrown upon the floor,
Their power disacknowledged
In the heart that looks for more

Because of you the souls 
Who had been struggling in the whelm,
Return to power, beauty, sentience:
Their rightful realm

Tsunami Rising

On being washed away forever

A very stormy sea with one enormous wave, a moody sky behind with the sun breaking through
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The depths of life that spring from me
As I decide, within your freedom
Now, to let these mysteries
Evolve within your certainty

I witness to the rising of the tide
Upon a swelling sea,
A wave ascending in my breadth
Encompassing all I have been

Then bursting forth through troubled seams
That tried to hold and held no more,
Exploding past the girth 
That I had tightened till my sides were sore

And as I seek to cast my net
In wider climes than heretofore,
I’m tumbled from the vessel 
I’d been sailing to the shore

A vast arising wells below,
Upsetting all the plans I’d laid
Within my static grieving woe:
A desperate heart resolved to hide

With windows shaken to their soul
And shattered glass upon the floor,
I’m hurled into reality
A course I’ve never known before

I feel the wakings of a mind
That’s never let the love of souls
Interpolate, become at once
A dazzling faultless star filled whole

And in these dreams where memory
Had held itself so fast and sure,
Capitulation bows to freedom
Devastation rules no more

I wake into the breathless air
The sunshine beating on my skin,
I rise as from the depths of care
To claim what life is nourishing

I’m reconfigured from the old
Interpreted all fresh and new,
The language that I spoke before
Has been released, replaced, renewed

And as I cry humility
Comes rolling ‘cross the pummelled sands,
Approaching ever closer 
To the place in which I stand

And as I laugh and let my mind
Be raised unto these heightened views,
I witness to the depths of life
Arising in myself in you

The Call to Dive Within the Soul

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

Ever Known

Words received in the wildness and openness of the full moon

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The wildness of the mind 
That is discovering its way home
It reaches to the mind
Communicating with its own

Joining in the sultry light
The ever rising moon
Is casting on the shrubs
That skirt the desert’s holy runes

It wanders in the scrub 
And finds its way by scent alone
To everlasting openness
Expanding through its starry dome

Into the gentle stillness
With the quiet night time sounds
Surrounding it, encapsulate
By air and solid ground

The mind that finds its way
Past evil traps to sacred ways
That travels forward to rescind
The painful darkest days

That casts intrepid light
Upon the core of what was heard
Just a moment previously
Unlearning all it learned

Unhearing all it heard
Now disillusioned to the sight
Of everything it thought it saw
Within the misty light

That opens into heartfelt sorrow
As the die is thrown
Into the abyss 
Of all that heretofore was known

Waking as from dreams of horror
Mysteries shatter, fall
Into a billion pieces
As the battle cries its call

Out across deserted lands
That bleak and sombre seemed
To lie in wait before you
Now transformed and blessed, redeemed

Into this courageous mind
That is washed clean, prepared for new
Enters the beginning 
Of a new and precious truth

Entering the sunset
Of a peace that calls it home
To where it’s ever tranquil
Ever nourished, ever known

Listen

A poem received in a moment of listening

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There’s a silence that is golden
That is falling all around
If you listen you can hear it
In the air and through the ground

There’s a peaceful marching power
That is growing ever strong
In the mystery of this instant 
You can feel it striding on

It’s the whirling of the rushing wind
The motion of the sea
The coursing of the river 
On its way to being free

It’s the galloping of hooves 
Upon the gently giving sand
It’s the take off as the hunk of metal 
Rises from the land

It’s truth defying form
As density’s released to light
It’s the wings that lift the delicate
Within their dream of flight

It’s the flame that burns within your heart
As you decide to see
That deep within the self you think you know
You’re always free

It waits within my consciousness 
I wake to it and breathe
Its choir of perfect harmony 
Becomes the heart of me

I rest within the gratitude 
Of knowing I am whole
That this fragmented dream
Was over long long long ago

I rest within the beauty 
Of the heart no trouble sees
As the darkest pain of suffering
Is all released through me

I rest within the certainty 
That I will play my part
On the stage that I’m constructing 
With the eyes that see the dark

I rest within the grace
Of myriad subtle energies
That satiate eternally 
The ache of human need

I rest within the power
Of the light that is my home
As eternally I’m gentled 
And eternally I’m known

When I Choose to Be Free

When the show is over

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When I choose to find the present
The arrow aimed directly at the centre of my mind
I rest in the blissful solitude of completeness

When my mind, full of nothingness 
Becomes the mind of emptiness
Then the fullness of everything steps up to take its bow

The credits roll up the curtain 
And timelessness, its breathtaking power
Reminds me to relax into its majesty

When I choose to be free
In the silent centre of myself
Where the self is acknowledged as a story past and gone

Set upon the stage, acted by 8 billion
Released into eternity’s beneficent refrain

I discover a deepening connection with the wholeness that I am
I recognise a truth I was defending with my separateness
And for this grateful instant out of time
Within your peaceful promise
I am at home

The Fire

A prose poem burning in my heart!

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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

Doing Nothing

Forgiveness is
Doing nothing

Standing or sitting still
And waiting
For the energetic release that empties you of everything
That empties you of the world
That shows you the world is nothing
That empties you of you
That shows you you are the world
That shows you you are nothing

Forgiveness is
Releasing everythingre

No specifics exist
For you to hold onto

Forgiveness is holy, non-specific
Whole mind, wholly, non-locality
Experienced in mind and body
Felt as resurrecting cells

This is a physical resurrection
Your awakening to wholeness
You ARE a body
If not, why do you need the lesson:
“I am not a body, I am free?”
But that you believe that you are bodily,
Physical, limited, contained

Forgiveness is
The release of location to non-locality
You, literally, disappearing

So does the world really disappear?
It already did
In one holy instant of forgiveness

You discover you are nothing
God is everything
And you are God