Stay Home
STAY HOME Nothing exists but the Self All things arise and dissolve within the Self Find the Self which was never lost And Be
Poetry
Is thinking overrated???
This month in my group program Slowing Down to the Speed of Grace, we have been exploring the hypothesis that who we THINK we are may not be who we really are. I have been taking a close look at when I rely on inner wisdom and when I take the reins back and do …
I Choose Joy
A thousand times a day I squander joy A thousand times a day I argue Giving what you say What they do Power To veil the radiance I am made of A thousand times a day I choose again Remembering the ocean of bliss In which I swim No longer willing to pay The ransom …
God Lives Here
Sticky orange scented fingers A cloudless sky Two shafts of light God lives here A dimly lit kitchen A raging hurt boy-husband Ugly tears, mind stopped in grief God lives here Sitting in meditation Amid Tibetan Buddhist artefacts Sunlight patch on wooden floor God lives here Lying in bed Exhaustion and tears The sunlight in …
Fierce Grace – A Villanelle
Do not be afraid of the fierceness of Grace As she razes your house to the ground She comes to reveal your original face As you blink back tears in this strange, new place She will not leave you where you were found Do not be afraid of the fierceness of Grace. She comes to …
Be A Rose
I prayed “Make me a vessel of the Divine.” God laughed. “That is like the rose asking me to make it a flower.” Does the rose need my assistance to become a flower? Which good works must it do to attain flowerhood? All the rose can do is bloom, at its appointed hour Unashamed to …
The River of Joy
Step into the river Of love-soaked joy It will carry you home Silence monkey-mind objections Loosen tight fingers of control I gave you Eden Accept my gift Stop, now Watch the trees Leaves and branches moved by Love Watch the rise and fall of your chest Breathed by Love Watch the actions of your body …
My teacher, the tree
Autumn No resistance to the shedding The beauty in letting go Winter No resistance to the storms The beauty of being blown Spring No resistance to the blooming The beauty of new growth Summer No resistance to the fullness The beauty of it all. Branches gone, stripped bare Essence remains, still a tree …
Among it all
GOD LIVES HERE Sticky orange scented fingers A cloudless sky Two shafts of light God lives here A dimly lit kitchen A raging hurt boy-husband Ugly tears, mind stopped in grief God lives here Sitting in meditation Amid Tibetan Buddhist artefacts Sunlight patch on wooden floor God lives here Lying in bed Exhaustion and tears …
A vessel of the Divine?
I prayed “Make me a vessel of the Divine.” God laughed. “That is like the rose asking me to make it a flower.” Does the rose need my assistance to become a flower? Which good works must it do to attain flowerhood? All the rose can do is bloom, at its appointed hour Unashamed to …