Our eyes
are the eyes
of Spirit,
born to see itself.

But
encumbered in flesh,
yoked to a primate brain,
our vision narrows,
until only what is wanted,
or what is feared,
is seen.

Yet
there is a seed
in every mind,
a vault
bigger than ourselves
that holds
it’s own heritage,
a gateway
to what birthed us,
a path back home.

Every moment
is pregnant
with life’s gifts,
and rife
with life’s dangers.

To awaken
in the moment
is to stand
at a fulcrum,
an opening
for gratitude
or action.

Seeing

To see without labels
is to see like a newborn
swimming in a sea of everything,
drinking it all in,
untethered
from the anchor of thought.

Masks

The masks we wear
don’t grow with us,
but shrink and crack,
with time and change,
unless they are fed
and cared for.

Without the ego’s nurturing,
they fall away,
in time,
until
we stand naked
before everyone,
emerging,
as from a chrysalis,
into light.

It is a death,
of sorts,
and an awakening.

The world is a dangerous place,
as is the human mind.

If neither has killed me yet,
then there is something left
for me to do.

Each being
has a role to fill,
a path to walk,
and it is my burden
and my gift
to follow mine.

All My Opinions

In the end,
What do all my opinions
Come down to?

Emptiness and noise!

Beneath the noise
Is the TRUE emptiness,
Peaceful and eternal,
Creative and alive.

What We Pray To

Every “ism”
is a map,
a path
from where we think we are
to where we always are,
where we have forgotten.

And, when we stand there,
awakened,
if only for a moment,
there is nothing to follow,
no goal to pursue.

We stand
in an infinite kingdom,
free to wander,
at home
in an endless garden.

In this age
of rampant Narcissism,
those who are richest
may take the biggest selfies.

Thus,
we have The Donald,
self-proclaimed star of
“Running for President”,
as if our entire nation
were a reality show.

But what would happen,
if nobody watched?

In the mind’s eye,
things arrange themselves
like nesting boxes,
or branching trees,
or trains of things
and thoughts.

In the hierarchy of ideas,
everything exists
Inside of, or outside of,
next to, or away from,
under, or above,
everything else.

But, beyond the mind
Is the Great Soup of Being.

It is not inside the mind,
or outside;
there is no “inside”,
there is no “outside”,
there simply is.

Our lives are spent
making up worlds,
avoiding emptiness.

And yet,
to embrace the emptiness
is to breathe freely,
making room
to be.