Those Secrets

I often asked myself why I did not love the Earth

Who had made me so tender and imperfect

The secret to living a life well lived?

Happiness was not the goal; it is not a thing

 

But a process, an awakening to loving everything

And you can work a lifetime at the heart

And dream an eternity with the soul

Until your history is swallowed up in compassion

 

And your drama disappears into a

Moist blanket of empathy where you transcend

The ignorance of your own missed opportunities

A savage garden of needs that would convince you

 

In the solitude of an unmarked place

That you are a stark nomad so unlike the unsettled world

Yet in the light of the sun, your body still aches

To be swallowed up into a bigger purpose

 

Your cells still crave the call of other stars

There’s no armor of God or golden goodness

We are the same, mistrustful and at times miserable

By-passers of creation, haunted and hunting for

 

Always something more, further than what we were

All experience is for the drinking of inspiration

A fountain of faces and seconds, of floods and races

And we’re already there; we’ve already arrived

 

We are just always catching up with our own divinity

The world is filled with too much to say

Yet in the end it matters now what we’ve told ourselves

It only matters what we do in our chosen projects of love.

Before I loved, I Knew Nothing

 

Before I loved you, I loved myself
But myself was never sufficient, never transcendent
Only a bit of dust and thought, transient

Before I loved you, I loved the world
But the world changes so fast, dear
It has rooms full of ashes, can you see them

In the city and the digital corridors
They are abandoned nearly as soon
As they begin to open the doors

Before I loved you, I loved the universe
More than any one human being, I think
Love is not something inconceivably alien

But in retrospect, the most intimate notion
For in attention, spreading it, I am bathing
In a kind of glow, for all that is plentiful and gifts

That appease me wherever I go
And it’s a kind-hearted gratitude and compassion
That enables me to stop loving myself too much

Because my heart only has room for everything
Before I loved you, I loved the idea of love
But you taught me another perspective

And sometimes, love owns a new perspective
Because it’s love that transforms us into
Somebody better, and that is why

After I love you, I’m able to love you more
Than when we were together
Surprising its then, how love comes around.

Treatise on Jesus of Nazareth II

Do not be anxious for tomorrow
For tomorrow she will be anxious for herself
Since all time loves its own troubles

As surely as we are sufficient in our cause
To suffer is part of living, therefore love
Give to everyone who begs from you

For giving is the greatest reward
We live on not bread alone
But with every word of kindness

And every joy that was shared
Do not pray if it delays action
For today is the time to act

Love thyself as if you were truly
Part of God, as little children of the Sun
Our kingdom is not of this world

We are but holy guests creating here
So serve and shelter what you create
For they will inherit what you once were

Believe in God, not for results
But for communion with a universe
In translation, remembering even
Our best translations sometimes go wrong.

Treatise on Carl Jung

Embrace your darkness, for there
Is always something to learn
Look deep within your own heart
We are the most brilliant teachers
Of ourselves, and what kind of pupils?

We are two personalities then
One lives and the other watches
We are both male and female
Like two chemical substances
If both are bonded & react, how do they transform?

Let the light in and accept the darkness
Love thy defects until they are virtues
Sharpen thy virtues until they dissolve
Your own recipe for living just needs
Some seasoning, so create yourself anew

Liberate the hypothesis on which you base your life
Until you find a freedom to die and be born again
The pendulum of pain teaches of a secret order
I am not what happened to me
I am therefore, what I choose to become;
You are what you do, not what you say you’ll do.

Treatise on Eckhart Tolle

The power of now means to be grateful
For always this moment, aware
Of the design of the universe around you
You are what you were meant

To be, how could it be any other way –
Watching energy move around you
You become one with life
It’s an exchange of change in time-space

The way we transcend, bridge, progress
Until being at ease grows natural
Once we never thought it would be
We restrict ourselves or learn to let go

There is no other way, learning to
Find a foundation for abandoning
Discontent, blaming, complaining, self-pity
It’s essential no matter what to sometimes

Learn to forget the self, whether it be
Through art, or in service to beloved ones
The power of now means not to let
Small things disturb you, problems are

Where you look for problems to be,
And bliss is the place that has learned
To see herself like a vision of gold
It doesn’t matter who comes, or who goes
When we amount to all about the same force.

Chew Slowly

To myself, the one
Beloved who I have become one with
Chew slowly
Live without regard
For the opinion of others
For in myself
I’d rather eat miracles
To be unified, to love
Beauty, to thrill with purity
To myself, the one
Isn’t so far away, to live simply
Without demand, to give
Daily to the brotherhood of Man
Chew slowly
The time as it flies
For dessert is always love
Higher love, diviner lover
Freedom as the food of the next world
Chew slowly, through the crowds
These faces just like yourself
All emanations of the one
Chew slowly, do not
Strive to make others like yourself
But strive rather to learn more from them.

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