• Poetry

    A Celebration of Existence

    A life of freedom is to embrace it all.
    The highs AND the lows,
    the light AND the shadow.

    To celebrate each moment
    as entirely divine and magical,
    yet fully ordinary and mundane.

    To enjoy the textures and colours of existence,
    without judgment or division.

    To be able to fall in love with it all.
    The silence AND the noise,
    the calm AND the chaos.

    Life is here for us to enjoy,
    because life as we experience it
    is a continuous celebration of existence.

    Where there is seeming conflict and opposition
    sink into the resolution in the heart,
    where there is room for even the most extreme of paradoxes.

    Where there is grief and regret
    surrender into the compassion and understanding of the heart,
    where there is forgiveness for it all.

    Where there is confusion and doubt
    allow yourself to swim in the unknowing mystery of the heart,
    where no answers or definites are required.

    Where there is striving and longing
    let go into the heart of this moment,
    where everything is perfectly unfolding without exception.

    Welcome each moment with the fullness of your heart,
    with the fullness of acceptance and love for all that life is.

    Give your existence to life itself.
    Let your life be a celebration of that.

     


    [Photo credit: Martyn Webber]

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    Oh Merciful Love

    Oh Merciful Love!

    Is not this love a universal love? A universal and all forgiving love.

    You fear your actions put you beyond redemption, beyond forgiveness.
    But what is unforgivable in the eyes of love?

    Grace has no such judgements of deservedness or not.
    Grace seeps into the hearts of all those who welcome her, of all those that open their hearts to the possibility of love.

    There are none so evil, so bad, so unredeemable that cannot be seen in the light of love when the understanding of what makes us do what we do is given space to dance.

    Grace is merciful, Grace is kind, Grace fills the air with the loving embrace of a mother unconditionally accepting her children back into the fold, endlessly time and time again.

    Don’t be fooled into thinking that you are unworthy of love.
    Unworthiness comes from the realm of judgement and assumptions of action being unforgivable.

    Just look deeper: all action yearns for love, for wholeness, for acceptance.
    In its way all action comes from love no matter how misguided and utterly messy the results may be.

    So let us fall ceaselessly in love; let us fall fully into the arms of Grace.

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    Have Faith

    We all have a relationship with faith whether we’re conscious of it or not.

    Faith in your self
    Faith in your body, in your health
    Faith in human nature
    Faith in your ability to know fact from fiction
    Faith in your resilience, your gifts and aptitudes
    Faith in your power and your drive to achieve
    Faith in your learning, in your knowledge, your education
    Faith in your spiritual practice or your meditation
    Faith in your loved ones, your family, your friends
    Faith in society, in community, even faith in government or systems
    Faith in gravity and other in scientific explanations of life
    Faith in something more than yourself, a higher power, an unseen force of life
    Faith in nature, in mother earth
    Faith in God, Gods or Goddesses
    Faith in the divine
    Faith in love
    Faith in trust
    Faith in truth
    Faith in life

    Even your non-faith has faith in that

    So can your faith be greater than your fear? Can you let yourself surrender into faith rather than go with the contraction into control and mistrust, where you lose sight of that faith in life to show you the way no matter what? Can you choose love and trust of life over the fear of the unknown?

    Faith requires faith in just the next foot forward, a step into the unknown, a step towards that which draws your heart to it.

    Whatever your faith is in… let yourself fall fully into that until you find it opens up into the recognition that life couldn’t have gone any other way; that which is true was always true and that which is false has its wisdom too.

    Have faith that in the end you are exactly where you needed to be all along.

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    Sacred Beautiful Life

    This life is sacred.
    This body is sacred.
    This mind is sacred.
    These emotions and these thoughts are sacred.
    This fear and this grief is sacred.
    This existence is sacred.

    All of life’s existence and expression is that of consciousness.
    Awareness-consciousness makes no distinction between the ordinary and the extraordinary,
    no distinction between the humanness and the divine.

    For all is the playground of existence.
    All is the sacred emanations of life.
    All held in the embrace of awareness.

    Do not presume to know better.
    Do not presume that your minds judgment of what is holy and what is not
    means anything in the eyes of consciousness.

    For even the messy, fearful and supremely human expressions of consciousness
    are sacred and beautiful moments dancing in the light of awareness.

    Even the protestations of right and wrong,
    the valuing and the rejecting of this or that,
    even these too are sacred expressions to be experienced and tasted fully.

    Can you include it all?
    Because how is it possible to not?
    Can you really truly reject anything if even that rejection is included too?

    That which turns up as us and in us is there through Grace,
    it’s there as the wisdom messenger of life,
    it’s there as the sacred actor on the stage of life.

    So don’t cast aside any aspect of your experience so quickly.
    Don’t belittle and shame your sacred humanness.
    Let life dance in you and as you in it’s holy uncensored way,
    beyond the logic, beyond the reason, beyond limits and conditions, beyond it all
    – just as it is.

    Sacred.

    Beautiful.

    Life.

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    In the Fire of Life

    I invite you into the fire of life
    where the light burns so brightly
    on all that is.

    The uncomfortable and unfathomable
    truth and rawness of this moment
    is inescapable and unyielding
    leaving no choice but to surrender.

    The fire burns bright tonight
    and with this
    the ground shifts beneath your feet.

    The stability that felt hard won
    is gone in an instant
    taking with it
    all sense of knowing
    all sense of certainty.

    Your heart burns bright
    cracking open
    with aliveness
    with all possibilities

    All that is
    all that was
    all that can be
    held in the infinite fiery embrace
    of this moment.

    Resistance is futile here
    for there is space for it all.
    Yes even resistance itself.

    The heart surrenders
    the fever breaks
    and with it
    rushes in
    a sense of awe and wonder
    that even this
    yes
    even this

    can be included
    in your story

    of life.

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  • Poetry

    Sending Love

    Sending love to those who are trying to heal from things they do not discuss.

    Sending love to those that have been caught off guard by life in unimaginable ways.

    Sending love to those that feel alone and unable to share what they are going through.

    Sending love to those that feel they are unworthy or undeserving of kindness, of love.

    Sending love to those who are struggling but are still trying their best to survive.

    Sending love to those that need it most but feel shame and fear to ask for it.

    Sending love to those that suffer silently with nowhere to turn.

    Sending love to those in the belly of darkness and pain.

    Sending love to those that feel misunderstood and unrelatable.

    Sending love to those that are trying their best even when it seems like it’s not good enough.

    Sending love to each and every one of you walking your life’s path.

    Sending love…. 💜🙏💜

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  • Poetry

    The Vast Patience of the Heart

    Patience is not just a practice to be kept.
    Patience is not just an effort to be continuously made.
    True patience comes naturally and spontaneously
    when you are impregnated fully with love.

    That love which fills every corner of your heart.
    That love that knows no bounds,
    no time limits,
    no conditions,
    no end.

    That love is where the vast and infinite patience for it all is found.

    Patience for the journey as it slowly walks its path.
    Patience for the moment it takes to find those right words.
    Patience for the emotion that takes its time to pass.
    Patience for the highs and lows of life to cycle through at their own pace.
    Patience for the stories and dramas that get played out again and again.
    Patience for the body as it takes its needed rest, its needed pause.
    Patience for the constant learning and the seeming wrong turns.
    Patience for the endless opening and heartbreak that life inevitably brings.
    Patience for the childlike discovery and excitement of every new moment.
    Patience for the depth of human messiness that is yet to unfold.
    Patience for even the impatient need to move onto the next and the next.

    Patience isn’t a practice,
    patience is the fragrance of true love.
    Because with love there is room for it all.

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  • Poetry

    When You Find a Friend

    When you find a friend where there is no pretence, no mask, no holding back.
    A friend that you can laugh and cry and shout and be with no matter what flavour of you is shining through.
    A friend who can see you at your messiest but still see your beauty and your love.
    A friend who is a safe haven of fierce loyalty and kindness when it feels like the whole world is against you.
    A friend who inspires you to grow and stretch into the best version of yourself,
    but doesn’t scold you for being at your worst too.
    A friend that you have no fear of judgement or rejection with.
    A friend that tells you straight when you’re drifting off course but never judges you for it.
    A friend that holds space for you even when you can’t hold space for yourself.

    When you find that friend
    … cherish and nurture them, don’t take them for granted.
    For true friends who love you for exactly who you are are hard to come by and a blessed gift of life.

    To all those friends who have walked this earth with me for however long or short…

    thank you, thank you, thank you.

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  • Poetry

    Scars

    I wear my scars
    not like armour
    that I’m proud of
    or a badge of honour
    that I boast about,
    but as acknowledgement
    and reverence
    for what I have experienced.
    For the lessons
    I have learnt
    and as a reminder
    of what I have gone through.

    I’m neither
    proud
    or
    not proud
    They depict the humbling
    life showed me.

    They are just a part of me
    A part that I once tried to hide
    A part that I was once ashamed
    and avoidant of
    A part that I have now
    learnt to embrace and love.

    My scars tell a story
    But it’s just that
    A story.
    They don’t define me.

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  • Poetry

    The Sweetness of an Open Heart

    There are none so bright and full of love
    than those that have allowed life to penetrate them fully.
    Cracked open so immensely and felt so deeply
    the depth and breadth of their experiencing.
    Leaving no stone unturned, no shadow unseen, no feeling unmet.
    Those that have surrendered so tenderly
    to the acknowledgement that they know nothing.
    That they are but a whisper on the lips of life,
    carried in the arms of Grace,
    and held in the groundlessness of Being itself.
    Their cracked open heart laid gently to rest
    at the feet of their very own beloved Self.

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  • Poetry

    Resistance

    If resistance shows up,
    then let that resistance in too.
     
    Let it wash over you and into you
    without any sense of wrongness.
     
    Even resistance in all its glory
    is held tenderly in the depths of Being.
     
    So fall,
    fall darling one
    into the heart of surrender
    and let life all the way in.
     
    Even if only for a moment,
    this moment is all it takes.
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  • Poetry

    Divine Humanness

    Your humanness is a gift to be cherished
    not a dirty little secret to be hidden

    It is divinity in it’s expression
    ALL . OF . IT .

    Don’t be tempted to run from it

    Embracing the fullness of your experience
    reveals the fullness of love
    it reveals the emptiness of your core
    and reveals that there was never anything to run from
    and nowhere to run to

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  • Poetry

    I Have a Secret

    I have a secret to tell…
    I sound like I know what I’m talking about
    but in truth I live entirely in the unknown

    No stakes to place
    No walls or ceilings or floors to hang on to
    life is a free-fall of continuous newness
    It’s a leap of faith and trust
    and it’s the ever present continuation of acceptance

    I have no opinions
    and no agenda
    nothing to rely on
    or anything to lay claim over

    I see life as a gift
    and all the content that shows up in it part of that gift

    Most people are so quick to try and pin down life
    to make rules to live by
    find positions to take
    and opinions to have

    But to step into the unknown is to step out of the mind of conception
    and into the realm of Grace
    into the realm of Self
    into the realm of awareness

    logic will do you no good here

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    By Grace

    Life is not some beast to be tamed,
    a project to be mastered,
    or your b$*%h to be controlled.

    Life is a gift.
    The gift of Grace.

    And with this recognition
    I bow to the feet of life
    in gratitude.

    Grace courses through us
    in everything we touch,
    in everything we experience.
    There is nothing that isn’t Grace.

    “It’s all by Grace”

    For me is the most powerful and humbling recognition.

    The acknowledgement that I have no control.
    That I am here,
    all of me,
    all of my experiencing
    by Grace.

    And so in this
    it’s all seen as a gift.

    Some call it God.
    Some call it Consciousness.
    Some call it fate.
    There are many names
    all pointing to that ineffable impersonal activity of life.

    I call it Grace.

    The infinite actions and endless possibilities
    of life playing life
    in the ocean of life.

    Wild and unpredictable.

    Plenty of variation,
    but no separation.

    Just as the sun shines on all,
    Grace is in all.

    There are no distinctions of good or bad,
    no questions of right or wrong.

    Everything that happens,
    everything that doesn’t,
    all by Grace.

    Every whisper of a thought,
    every flash of a memory,
    every definitive decision,
    every decisive action,
    every palpable desire,
    every subtle feeling,
    every wave of emotion,
    every happening of life,
    all by Grace.

    And so life is lived,
    by Grace.

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    The Heart of Life

    Please don’t forget to save some love
    for yourself

    It’s so easy to give so freely 
    so that you avoid the heartache that pulses inside

    To focus on the other
    to love the other
    to help the other

    To have the attention be so fully on the outer actions of life
    so that the inner shadows can be hidden and forgotten

    Those inner shadows and pains
    yearn for your attention
    yearn for your love
    yearn to be accepted

    Don’t forget that the kindest thing you can do for humanity
    is start from you and radiate from there

    Nourish and hold that beautiful heart in the fullness of love
    Let it shine with abandon
    Let it sing it’s heart song

    A loved heart is the most powerful thing to behold
    A loved heart is unstoppable

    Start from you
    You are the key
    to the heart of life

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    Pick Yourself Up, Dust Yourself Off

    Sometimes life brings you to your knees.
    Floors you with it’s strong wisdom.
    Shows you where the shadows still lie.
    Where the aspects of yourself are that still go unmet.
     
    It’s a calling that when ignored
    screams
    and
    kicks
    and
    shouts
    to be seen, to be heard.
     
    It’s a gut punch of a moment
    one that takes the breath away
    and leaves all else quivering in its wake.
     
    All else stops.
     
    So you stop with it
    close the eyes
    and listen.
     
    Listen to where life is taking you.
    Listen to what life is showing you.
    Listen to your heart, to your soul, to your Being.
     
    No more strategies
    No more solutions
    No more resistance
    No more avoidance
    Just simply what is.
     
    And in that silence
    all is found.
     
    All the mess
    all the heartbreak
    all the mistrust
    being met fully.
     
    All the darkness comes into the light.
     
    The opening of yourself so vast that the edge is never met
    The melting of all the hurt and violence into acceptance and love.
     
    Love wins out.
     
    And so you pick yourself up
    and dust yourself off
    and on you go
    heart fully cracked open
    with love.
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  • Poetry

    The Head or the Heart

    There’s a constant
    exploration of life
    that is immediate.

    To listen to your body,
    your physical response to life,
    your intuitive knowingness.
    The pull towards yes or no.

    Not on an intellectual level,
    but on a physical level 
    of what’s right or wrong
    for you in that moment.

    And we are conditioned to override this all the time.

    There’s a bravery
    and a risk
    to listening to that intuition.
    Your heart,
    your physical
    response and reaction
    to life.

    Often it can go against
    everything that you think you know.

    But it’s screaming for your attention.

    Will the head win?
    Or will the heart?

    Will you let the conditioning and the head run the show?
    Or will the naturalness of life win out?

    This can be a big battle for most.

    The intuition and the heart
    eventually will win the war,
    but it can take time.

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  • Poetry

    Not a Safe Space

    This is not a safe space.
    I am not a safe space.

    If safe space to you means that you will not be challenged,
    and that you cannot challenge me,
    then I am not a safe space.

    I want to fully lean into life,
    have no stone unturned.
    No sacred cows that cannot be found.

    To me the only way to deal with this life,
    is to learn how to live it without a safe space.
    To learn to live it without the need to avoid.
    To meet everything, in every moment, fully.

    I’d rather meet and be met then avoid.
    No matter how painful, how raw.
    I’d rather live in openness, not closed-ness.

    So IF I offer a safe space, it’s the space where anything can be explored, anything can be embraced, with compassion and tenderness. But especially those things that trigger us, because how can you expect those triggers to ever be healed if you’re not willing to go there, to look at them. They will forever be in the corner of your existence, just there within reaching distance, never far away. Leaving you with an ever-present sense of insecurity and danger.

    So to me a safe space is one where there is no walls, there is no ceiling, there is no ground, there is nothing to hide behind. Anything and everything can and does show up. There’s room for it all. And so I offer a space with room for it all.

    I’ve spent plenty of time in my life avoiding my trauma and triggers, my hurt, my conditioning and my precious concepts. I’ve learnt that this only causes tightness and suffering. The opposite of freedom.

    It was when I learnt to meet all of my unexplored pains and traumas, that I was able to be free of them.

    So that now they can show up, they can be there, and it’s okay. I have the facility and the sufficient openness and vastness to meet them and not be afraid.

    In some ways I’m feeling life more fully, more intensely, and with a rawness that was never there. And that’s not because I avoided or stayed in my sandbox, my safety. It was because I blasted those doors open, no matter how painful, how scared, how vulnerable that was.

    I live in perpetually shaky, unstable ground.
    But it’s in that instability that I find my true stability.
    That I find that I need no stability, that I need no ground.
    This is my grounded-ness.

    So if we are talking the same language of exploration, then yes… I offer to you a safe space.

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  • Poetry

    Walking in Old Wounds

    Here I am again,
    holding space for the palpitating panic that I’m experiencing.
    Giving it the space to roam free.
    A safe, embracing, loving space
    of not trying to fix it.
    A shaky space of unknowing.

    The need to fix, to help,
    to soothe, to solve,
    taps into my deepest struggle of a core wound.
    It still comes up, especially in the role I find myself in.

    Somedays I feel like life is playing one big cosmic joke on me.
    The joke of putting me front and centre in the fire of my biggest struggle.
    Making me face it again again until it’s accepted, healed, dissolved, seen through, felt fully….
    I don’t know what, all of the above and more probably!

    The need to fix so as not to feel this burning,
    this sense of helplessness,
    the uncomfortable,
    unbearable pain and heartbreak.
    The deep feeling for another’s struggle.
    My need to fix is my escape,
    an escape which solves nothing,
    certainly not permanently.

    But can I walk my talk?
    Can I hold space for this?
    Can I let myself fall into this burning,
    into my own heartache?
    Can I let go of this escape route?

    Yes.

    Because what is the alternative?
    Perpetuating this unhealthy old conditioning of ‘needing to rescue’.
    This option isn’t available to me anymore.
    I see the futility of it again and again,
    I see the dead end and the falseness of it.
    No-one is anothers rescuer,
    life doesn’t work like that.

    I’m not talking about being cold and hard and not feeling deeply for others pain and suffering.
    I’m talking about seeing that I cannot fix it.
    I can hold space for it, but I cannot get rid of it.
    That the real power, the real truth is in letting them see that they too can handle it.
    All of it.
    That no-one can fix anything for them.
    No-one is responsible for their salvation.

    All I can do is respect and honour the journey that they must and can walk for themselves.

    This is the only sane response to life.
    To love, but to let go.
    To support, but not fix.

    Can I be ‘the bad guy’, the one that doesn’t come charging in with all the solutions and stop the suffering?
    Can I stand in my burning uncomfortableness and heartbreak because I know in my heart my ‘need to fix’ is mine, not theirs.

    I am no-ones savour,
    I don’t have solutions,
    I don’t have the answers.
    I am just here,
    burning in my own fire.
    Trusting.
    Trusting that life has a plan,
    That life embraces all of these struggles.

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    My Heart Hurts Today

    My heart hurts today.
    The loss of a loved one is never easy.

    Tender, broken and so wide open.
    So full of love, so beautiful.
    The waves of emotions, energies and memories break over me when least expected.

    Life is a precious thing,
    but so is death.

    Death brings up so much to the surface
    The unavoidable mirror of change
    and the inevitability of loss.
    The lack of certainty and control,
    and the great unknown.

    Emotions are high,
    everyone dealing with it in their own way,
    messy and inelegant.

    The appreciation and love for those who are both gone and those who are still here.
    All parading past in my heart.
    Every moment filled with equal intensity of love and pain.

     


    In memory of my dear Uncle Andrew, 1951-2019

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    Dig Deep

    In those moment when you can’t see a way forward
    through the darkness and confusion,
    breathe all the way through to the ends of you fingers and toes.
    Notice your aliveness,
    your awareness of that aliveness.

    Don’t be afraid of the shadows in the dark night of your soul.
    Embrace that darkness,
    lean into it.
    Bring the light of awareness,
    your light,
    into the dark.

    The shadows call for attention and recognition,
    they call for love not rejection.
    Give them the attention they seek
    don’t hide from them.
    You can’t hide from them.

    Breathe deep and boldly move forward
    one foot in front of another,
    even if that boldness is full of fear
    don’t let fear stop you.
    Don’t become a slave to doubt and fear.
    See that they are arising and falling as naturally as you breathe,
    as naturally as happiness and joy
    or sadness and sorrow.

    See that all that arises is fleetingly held in the sweet embrace of your being
    and then dissolves whence it came.

    So dig deep, belly breathe through ALL of life’s experience
    one foot in front of another
    without reference to past or fear of future.

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    When The Chatter Ceases

    When the story drops away
    When the chatter ceases to be
    When the drama and ups & downs dry up
    When the endless dissatisfaction and seeking stops
    When the feeling of next, next, next is gone
    What are you left with then?

    This
    Just this
    This that is everything and nothing
    This that is life

    Everything that you once knew
    Or thought you knew
    Cease to feel relevant

    And yet here you still are
    Aware
    Alive
    Here

    Its a leap into the unknown
    A free-fall in life
    Nothing to hold on to
    Nowhere to put a stake in the sand

    Fresh in every moment

    No past
    No future
    No next
    No present
    No now
    Just This

    Beautiful, alive Isness

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    Freedom to Freely BE

    I don’t require you to be anyone
    to turn up
    switch on
    to be someone

    Here in this space
    I have no use for concepts and opinions
    assertions and knowledge
    here in this space we can just BE

    Be as we are
    naked and vulnerable
    strong and fiery
    broken and lost
    angry or sad
    joy-filled and blissful

    or nothing at all

    Here in this space we can explore the depth of humanity
    traverse the fields of experiencing
    sit in this divine Isness of life

    but most of all be free
    free to be
    free to be without attributes
    free to be whatever and whoever we are
    free to sink into this moment
    again
    and again
    and again

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    Just for a Moment

    Keep letting go
    that dogged determination of seeking
    whether it be experiences and pleasure-seeking
    better and more ‘stuff’
    vaster and deeper knowledge
    more experienced and valued skills
    let it all go
    just for a moment
    and experience this moment.
    Experience what it is to live life as awareness
    unadorned with the commentary of the mind
    theres nothing to get rid of, no bad thought
    all must be held in the tender embrace of acceptance
    for the real blossoming of life lived in truth and freedom
    to be recognised as your birthright all along.

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    I Am

    I don’t have any designs to be a teacher,
    or even a student,
    to be anything or anyone.
    I simply am.

    Living this life in the present moment of pure grace and spontaneity,
    meeting each and every moment with the fullness of my heart
    and the truth of this moment as I know it.

    Never is there anything to be rejected or avoided,
    never is there anything to be clung to and grasped;
    all is perfectly playing out on this stage of experiencing.

    For who am I that can possibly DO any of this,
    who could claim any ownership of this moment?

    What this isn’t is some spiritual pose,
    some ‘way’ of being.

    This is just a description of what naturally happens
    when the dropping of all pretences,
    the dropping of any held view,
    the total openness of Sahaja,
    the natural state,
    when What-Is is.

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