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Excavating Eternity

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…From the density of the human mind in time

Two angels comforting each other, having taking off their wings after a hard day’s work!
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The world is not a beautiful or pleasurable place
Though instants of eternity can be revealed through grace
Heaven is accessible, but only out-of-time
Standing in the ever present love of the divine

Hell is what I see when I’m determined that I’m here
On a time line, going to be dead, but ‘not yet there’
Watching suffering grow upon the simple hearted brow
Of the brothers I adore and wish that I could show..

..All of my experiences that you don’t have to be
Living in the painful supposition of a dream
But that you can waken, not through dark conspiracies;
Fearful ideas that still tell you you’re not free..

..That you’re being controlled by something else that is ‘out there’
Separate from the mind that you believe you cannot share
That’s another part of nothing, not to be indulged 
In the precious, perfect mind that you can know and love

The world is not a real place, although it seems to be
It’s a painful joke constructed by the hurt in me
My insane decision not to know the truth I am
To separate myself from that which pours love into suffering ‘man’

Beauty comes and goes in a world that’s built on time
Destruction is the certainty to which all form runs blind
But beauty is the ever-changing, never-changing whole
That is your mind in singularity, your Self, your soul

Time is an illusion so if I believe I’ll be
Sometime or another cast within my coffin’s sleep
Waiting for the fire that makes no more my body lie
Wretched, stinking, fetid, as it rots now that it’s died

There’s no separation, so there’s no reality
..To the thought of time that wends on, hurting, wearily
If I think that I can die, then certain — dead I am
As I assert my right to ‘live’ within this separate, suffering, dram

I’ll be standing there, watching the mourners talk of me
I’ll be separate then, if I am separate now within a dream
The dream of death continues, no escape is to be found
Through to life, eternity, at God’s illumined hand

I’ll be here in space and time until I choose to see
That waking to the fruits of life to taste their energy
Can only be achieved by a surrender here in time
A throwing up of hands, a diving into seas divine

An open hearted “Help!” that suffers not the fear or woe
Of myriad circumspections that within their concepts grow
In my crucial moment I was standing at the sea
Contemplating fear that all around me seemed to breathe

“If this is life, then it is not a life that I can lead”
I declared, and still declare, as I decide to be..
..What lies past the troubled foaming broth of human life in time:
I excavate eternity from density of mind

Where it Starts, Where it’s Sown

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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

My One Desire

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On the breathtaking nature of love

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My one desire: to be with you,
To feel your tender hand
Upon my head, your gentle arms
Wrapping the present where I stand

My one desire: be near your heart
And dearest as you are to me,
To all you are and all that I
Have truly been in thee

Be nearest to the heart in me
Between the solstice and the bay,
That curves around the centre
And that shelters me at play

Be the wave that winds me
As I try to take the breath you stole,
And pin my arms upon my sides
As I release and fall

And drop — and peaceful, fall no more
Through sandy caverns, time-spent olds,
I am the timeless falling lyre
The eagle’s wings still holds

And as the drifting wails reach 
Your vessel rocking on the wilds,
My music rises and bequests
Itself to keep you as a child

Innocent to worldly claims
Delinquent to its raucous cares,
Untroubled by its lures and 
Dis-acknowledging its wares

I keep you as I hope to be:
In freedom from the woe,
Of pleading invitations
To a crude and fateful throne

My one desire: to be with you
And keep you safe from greed,
To nourish, through the crown that opens,
Every depth of need

To win with you the mighty throne
That takes us all the way,
To perfect and immaculate
And everlasting grace

There is no need that is not met
Nor that our love won’t be,
Surrendering so softly
To the part we play in thee

There is no competition
For the love that we have won,
For deep within complexity
Simplicity lives on

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

Ever Known

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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

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

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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

Drenched in Peace

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Saturated to the gentle depths of an endless love

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I whisper on the seeds of an open, wild night to my dearest love, far beyond the body of this form.

He welcomes and engulfs me, circling above before diving within, taking root in the deepest nature of my being.

Here I am, mysterious generosity that gives me to myself in you.

I am a whole part of your belonging. I inherently become my own deepest need, fulfilled.

Palpable presence, the physical becomes vibration, body form dissolved.

The richness of your gratitude embalms my ancient grievance and releases the mind that had been desperately waiting to be released.

Explosions of gently unfolding magnificence. I am saturated, drenched in peace beyond conceptual thought, beyond the world of time.

I will see you here again, my perfect love of wholesome gratitude; the Self that is but singular yet never alone.

I will see you here, beyond my forms of solitude, and I will love you every moment in between, see your perfect translation of perception, and feel the perfect comfort of your course, your onward river’s flow.

I will love you, infinitely, eternally, with the love that in this moment of gentle surrender you have given to me.

You are my one, true, perfect, joyful, all-encompassing, love.

The Fire

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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

Look What Happens!

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Look what happens when I give my life to you
Little things, things I could not have dreamed of
Alone

Look what happens when I give my life to you
The void dispersed, the darkness cleared, and you can comfort me
At last

Look! Look what happens when I give my life to you
Your perfect entreaties that I be that which I am are finally considered
Deemed acceptable, and embraced
With arms open to the heart that speaks in bottomless glory to the soul in surrendered joy

Look! Look what happens when I give my life to you
All longings dispersed, discarded, rendered redundant, relinquished, released

All pain and fear of future loss removed and renounced
I am resigned to the ever-present incoming flood of unfettered beauty and peace that you are

Look! Just look what happens when I give my life to you
Look what happens when I give my life to you
Look what happens…

Here, now, just.. look!