poetry

stripped to The Bone

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Life

will strip you

all the way down

to The Bone,

to your very Essence,

when you surrender –

holding absolutely

nothing 

back!

Succumbing to The River,

arms wide open!

Receptive,

softening the jaw,

the breath,

the doubt.

Being,

present,

feeling it all –

the fear,

the angst,

the panic,

the tenderness!

Relent!

Resistance is futile!

As Life takes the reigns,

Radical Trust

becomes the curriculum.

The madness of the mind

melts

into the background –

its rightful place –

in deference

and service

to its Master,

the grounded Heart.

the remembrance

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came in a dream

last night, two words:

Stillness

Freshness

all that is recalled,

pieces, clues

from within

the subconscious Mind.

Stillness

conjures a Mountain,

the mighty Oak,

the Earth,

Wisdom.

Freshness

less somber,

lighter,

Innocence,

play.

Balance,

perhaps,

a message to take away.

Or, the remembrance

of a Truth

in a world

addicted to noise:

The Still

births

The Fresh –

always was,

always is,

always will be.

Rise, rooted

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nervous,
proceed anyway –
breathing,
praying 🙏
hands sweaty, voice trembling,
do it!
that thing
on your Heart
for decades –
perhaps even lifetimes.
the irritant in your Soul
that simply
will not
leave you alone,
begging you
to Rise,
rooted
firmly
in yourself,
your dharma,
your imagination,
in forces far beyond
your comprehension.

Luminous Things

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bright,

smart Beings,

they don’t stay

they inevitably fly away.

why?

what of the conditions –

the soil,

the ethos –

here, now

discourage commitment

inspire flight?

perhaps,

a misalignment of values?

a sense of directionlessness?

a desire for a bit more

stability and community?

all this and more,

trusting an instinct

to Go

Now

and explore.

Luminous Things await

on fear’s other side!

Be You

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a bit of a contemplative time,

going within,

diving deep –

deeper than ever before,

meeting and making friends

with all the variations

and parts of Me.

Listening

to all their stories

and different perspectives.

Breathing,

long and slow,

taking it all in, 

heart breaking and opening –

no judgement,

only Love ❤️,

patience,

and compassion 🙏

At the core,

The Messages

all seem to be same:

Be you, Beloved,

please do not deviate

from your Original Face 🤗

Original artwork by Lili Arnold for CauseBox, 2017

fifty-seven

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57 turns around The Sun,

over 700 hundred moons –

grateful, pensive

this year,

less celebratory.

Surprised 

– as always –

by the outpouring

of Love,

sweet remembering

amidst so much suffering.

Sitting in a Liminal Space,

I am

here

now,

at a Threshold,

change

yet again!

A new chapter,

a different field,

a call to Be

more of Me –

The Original Face

before all the conditioning.

A pull to follow

my unique BluePrint,

to keep spreading these

Considerable Wings 🪽

to Leap into the perceived

Unknown,

to risk all

whilst also remaining

somewhat

grounded.

Difficulty at the Beginning.

Yes!

Feel it!

Breathe it!

Choose

to Trust,

to Create,

to Live

without understanding Life,

to follow your Heart ❤️

annihilation

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death.

annihilation.

trans-formation.

no going back,

a time to grieve,

to let go

to let it burn 🔥

it – that which was

and can no longer

be

here

now.

a new identity awaits,

must allow the old

to gently fall away.

scared?

yes, petrified

standing

naked

at yet another Threshold.

where am I going?

where is my Songline leading?

skin shedding,

ancestral beliefs rising –

disempowerment,

unworthiness,

scarcity

the possibility of not living

to full potentiality.

that story ends

here

now

with me,

with fervent prayers,

with aligned community,

with Trust and surrender

day by day,

breath by deep breath,

re-leasing,

re-membering.

family

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not one thing,

many definitions.

sometimes,

unspeakably rough;

others, soft

beyond measure.

complicated

and yet

fundamentally simple.

requires constant

investment

and reciprocity.

a fertile garden

often neglected.

a stated priority

not borne out in

lived reality.

an ample bosom for belonging

and a crucible for isolation.

multitudes, this construct

of family,

expanding and contracting,

forever be-coming 🙏

re-membering

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three Little Birds

perched

on the Naked Tree.

the Tree

anchored

to a sheet of

white ice.

the Sky

so clear

and bright,

it startles the Eyes.

the Eyes

attached

to the human

being

intently watching,

closely listening,

slowly re-membering.

a child at play

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I am

a child

at play,

blissfully oblivious

to the perceived madness

“out there”.

In my imagination

I dwell

touching Earth 🌎

and Sky 🙏

No war in here,

nothing to fight for.

No hatred,

only true Love.

Generosity always,

in lieu of greed’s

incessant needs.

So bright,

exquisitely simple,

where I play.

Ease-full

especially when

the discomforts come.

CommUnity,

where I play.

It’s a small

intimate world 🌎

We know

see

hear

heal

tend to

each other.

Not Perfection –

far from it –

we are children

after all!

In our play Ground,

chaos joyfully dances 💃

with Innocence!

We are children

at play!

Come,

now,

join us!

All are welcome!