How quick I have become
at writing you off
all those parts of my life
I decide no longer fit
with who and what I am.
But what if this wasn’t right
What if I was only hiding from myself
Conforming to a false god
A false image of humanity . . .
Hardening my heart for nothing?
What if the rejection judgement
Was only a weak substitute for Wisdom
Wisdom, who stands side by side with Compassion.
When I behold my life with Wisdom and Compassion
There is no judgement
And nothing to reject
Nothing and no one to leave behind
Nothing to refrain from doing
Who I am becomes much deeper
There is nothing to hide
There is just me and you
and the other billions of people on the planet
and the whole of the rest of Creation
Wakefield, 5: 30 am, Tuesday, May 20th, 2015
Creator of all that is, it is commanded that all the lost bits and pieces of my Soul, from all generations of time and eternity and between time, be sought, found and released from where they are, and cleansed and returned to me.
Oh, how I have missed you, oh, how I welcome you home with all my heart, soul and mind. Be well. Welcome! Let us rejoice and make merry! It is a time for celebration, rejoicing, bursting with joy. You are home!
And wherever in me be there bits and pieces of the souls of others or any other part of Creation, however, whenever or why ever you came to me, it is commanded that you be released from me, cleansed with Creator’s light, and be returned with unconditional love and compassion, to be a gift of healing, of reverence, to enrich and bless your life.
May you be filled with loving kindness
May you be well
May you be peaceful and at ease
May you be happy
Here ends the lesson. Thanks be to the Creator.
Healing myself and others
Letting the love in to where it is needed
Finding the cracks in the armour
The pathway in.
Our bodies may be hard as rock
But filled with impenetrable spaces
That hold water like a sponge.
We coat the rock
With water repellant paint
Thinking we can keep it out.
But time, the sun, the harsh winter and storms
Slowly work their magic
To tell us
That we can only resist for so long
Before we allow
To enter every cell of our body
On every level
In every area of our lives.
Will you let in this love right now?
Do you feel ready?
. . . Would you like to know what it feels like to feel ready, to feel it is safe to feel ready, that you are allowed to reel ready, that you deserve to feel ready?
. . . as I write there is a glow I feel, an energy flowing through me; there is a sense of the entire world standing all as one, surrounded by a presence, the air permeated with unconditional love, patiently waiting for us to say ok to let it in, be it slow or fast or just one molecule at a time, all that matters is to know that one day we will say yes.
Blessings be upon you and your life
Wherever you are at
Whenever you are at
With time the Earth is changed
Mountains and rocks are worn down
And new ones form
But the Earth continues
As does the soul of every person
Who has ever lived.
Thank you for your life
Whoever you are
Wherever you are
For we are one.
Morning meditation, May 13, 2015 Wakefield
– To anyone who has ever grieved
There is peace now
Mike: how I loved you
How part of me died with your passing
Of everything you represented
The pain I saw
In your father’s heart
Your girlfriend who I never met
I remember her tears and brokenness
I remembered my judgement against you
For leaving so many behind
Mike: so many memories
From a time that could never end
The invincible time of youth
When nothing can stop us
Where the incredible bond we shared
Could overcome any obstacle
And how all that ended
When you died.
Mike: today I spoke with you
I saw you pass to Creator’s light
I saw the incredible beauty
Of your like on earth
I saw how that was
how much life
You had been been given
I celebrated that life
For the first time
Since the last time
I saw you.
I wept on your shoulder
The tears streaming down my checks
I let the Creator
Fill my heart with
The beauty of your soul
The joy of your life
The love of your friends and family
And all those precious to you.
I felt the healing
Which you so much want us to feel
How the sadness and the pain we hold
Breaks your heart
How now you are at peace
At how now you stand beside me.
With your hand on my shoulder.
We weep together
As I finally say yes
My pain to be released, healed, and sent to Creator’s light
Only the beauty
Of every day
You ever spent
On this earth
Of every moment
I spent with you.
Thank you Mike.
5:39 am, May 4, 2015 Wakefield
This poem is dedicated to the family and friends of Mike Orr, and to anyone who has ever lost anyone dear to them, whose world has never been the same since their passing. Blessings be to you from the Creator. May you find the joy they wish so much for you to have. May you find the blessings of their life that will always live on, for they live inside every one of us. One.
Seeing a bug caught in a spider web
The spider trying to approach
Finding it hard
because the moving insect is shaking the web
Making walking difficult
Can I watch this scene
Without taking sides
Without attachment to the outcome
Without presuming to know what is for highest and best
Without seeing myself on either side
Without projecting my perceived reality
Onto this situation?
I have done this much of my life
Projecting my perceptions of who and how other were
Onto who and how I am . . . .
Would you like to know
What it feels like
To let the spider be the spider
And the bug the bug?
And that is all
Neither good nor bad
Right nor wrong
Oppressor nor oppressed
The life . . . .
There is just a spider walking on a web
Doing what spiders were created to do
In the way they were created to do it
And the bug?
What would you say?
May 3, 2015 6 am Wakefield