Poems

wake up!

there is no one outside
to blame or to fight
the world is within you
each person, each event
a facet of your self
that yet remains to be embraced.
go deeper than the surface
recognize the voice that whispers
“Wake up! Wake up!”

“Spirituality” begins when we realize our thoughts manifest.

The boundaries between ‘outside’ / ‘inside’ start to melt.

We are not just moving bodies, we are the manifesting reality.

No god is needed. No belief is needed. 
Only awareness is needed.

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soft and flexible

the willow bends with the wind
I yield to life’s sway 
and never break.


“Man, when living, is soft and tender; when dead, he is hard and tough. All animals and plants when living are tender and delicate; when dead they become withered and dry.

Therefore it is said: the hard and tough are parts of death; the soft and tender are parts of life.”~Lao Tzu

“The mind of an enlightened human being is flexible and adaptable. 
The mind of the ignorant person is conditioned and fixed.”~Ajahn Sumedho

Don’t be hard, like death. Stay soft, and flexible in mind and spirit🥀

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alchemists at life

forged in earth, water and fire
the elements of our attire,
we pierce unceasingly inside,
unfooled by matter or demise,
alchemists of life,
to uncover the golden core
and transmute our ignoble nature
into auric abode.

Life is a consciousness expanding experience. It’s not survival, paying bills and satisfying our base senses.

It is a blossoming into what we are meant to become: divinity itself. It is realizing our existence beyond our physical body and thoughts, and nurturing the sacred, innate connection that we have with the whole universe.

We are continually transforming our nature into something finer. We need to dig down through layers of untruths to find the golden core—our purest being.

Life is bringing spirit into matter. We are all Alchemists of Life. 🌷

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divine birth

we come into the world
as babes protected by the womb
surrounded by angelic light,
nourished and bound by mystic cords
and sustained with adoration
by heavenly delight. 
and so we proceed upon creation
to break away and proclaim our separation
and deny our sacred birth
walk the earth with hollow eyes,
blind, and void of mirth,
authors of our own demise.

Sigur Ros

According to Plato’s Myth of Er, the soul forgets his true origin after drinking from the waters of the River of Forgetfulness (River Lethe) before it embodies again on earth.

Many spiritual traditions have some version of this ‘forgetting’, thus making our life on earth a journey back to remembrance.

What happens when we remember who/what we are? We are fully awakened from the dream of life and death.

May we all remember 🙏

…now, where in hell did i put those car keys??

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no expectation

the lyre bird sings his song
and asks nothing in return.
man completes each occupation
expecting much ovation.

We have much to learn from nature! It offers its beauty generously, yet asks for nothing in return. We too can accomplish our worldly duties without expectations.

An act performed with full-hearted effort can be its own reward.

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heart at peace

to the heart at peace
life returns with many gifts
but it stays fulfilled
in the emptiness of things.

Much gratitude to Paul Militaru, who let me use his magnificent photos.

Peace is full acceptance of things as they are right now. There are endless desires in the world, but when we are satisfied in the present moment, we already have all there is to have.

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the One behind the many

I see the world through million eyes
those suffering souls, these aching hearts
mellow, carefree children’s laughter
are all my own.
those leaning trees, feel them sway
look! flying birds and falling rain
running beasts, rushing streams, ocean waves-
my very face.
in all the places
through all the eyes
I am the eternal seer
I am the oversoul
I am the One behind the many
I am the One behind the all.

Imagine the whole universe a conscious entity that is fully aware of itself, just as you are aware of your-self. That entity is looking out though all these eyes that are me and you. That is just what it does.

Now, the fact that you feel there is a definite separate ‘you’, keeps you separate and therefore, in delusion.

When in fact, all there is, is a single awareness experiencing itself in infinite modalities.

When ‘i’ disappear, mind disappears, and reality remains bare, luminous and perfect.

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dance with me, death

dance with me, death, I have no fear
of your cold embrace
a brief encounter in the boundlessness of time,
we’re well acquainted, let us be chums. 😃

Ahhh, death. The last unspoken taboo. When the fear of death goes away, all fears melt away.

“Question: Why do we feel fear death, and why do we become attached to life?

Answer: The desire to live is a very powerful desire. All human beings want to live; they are attached to sensual life. It is obvious that the adhesion, the attachment, the desire of material existence, has fascinated us. Thus, in these conditions, we do not want to die whatsoever, therefore we are afraid of death, we do not want to cease existing.

If, on the basis of comprehension, people would lose their desire for material life, then the fear of death would disappear. One loses such fear when one comprehends the illusory nature of existence, when one recognizes that nothing is this world is permanent. Ideas, things, and persons always pass away.”

I apologize, as I don’t remember where this comes from, but found it was rather good, so kept it. For sure some Hindu master. 😊

Must be Monday morning…