I owe it to life

 

In the reality of the oneness of all things I realise I cannot be or feel without the vastest implication

As the idea of separation dissolves in the ocean of togetherness I know that how I am in the world brings the world into being

How can I pray for all beings to experience liberation while I am trapped in the prison as they?

Whatever wisps of habits, thoughts, emotions I experience will be experienced throughout the world.

There is no ‘my’ no ‘yours’ just THE…

THE MIND, THE CONSCIOUSNESS, THE SOUL, THE GOD grabs us all with its strong arms and pulls us in.

It shatters us into it,

And we realise we are it and always have been

There is nothing else we can be.

Blessings shine on my prayer for all beings and I see…….

If I pray for peace how can I project anger and expect it not be?

If I pray for abundance while seeing my cupped hands never full  how can the true harvest manifest?

The fruits of compassion can never hang ripe from the branches of bitterness

Whatever I feel is being felt,

Whatever I put forth will be experienced.

If it exists in my mind it exists in the mind, the simplicity of it all, the power.

Such tremendous hope springs from the earth of responsibly.

I will BE what I wish to SEE.

 

 

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The Old Theatre

May the everlasting backdrop of wisdom come to your centre stage

May you stand arms outstretched to receive the bounty of applause and roses

May you be near deafened by the whooping and cheering of the Blessed Ones

Their rejoicing in you like a glorious thunder

Them being so pleased with your efforts

Them seeing how you suffer and yet still your eyes not closed to life but open and scanning the street for someone to help.

Their joyous carry on and delight in you raising the roof off the theatre of your life,

Their love for you making the bricks tremble and collapse, 

making rubble of your suffering.

The old theatre literally dissolves under their powerful love.

And then the light comes

The kind of light that takes your breath and brings you to your knees

Oh the light….

It opens out over the rubble turning each broken piece to a jewel

It teases dust particles to dance

Light streaming into you so might see the heaven behind your eyes

Turning the chaos into a glorious cave of preciousness.

And you laugh as you realise that they are you and you are them…

 

The bricks that love tore down.

 

 

 

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