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Don’t Surrender, Love

The old gods used to say,
“Sacrifice yourself to me.”

As if the Universe
ever needed
a bleeding goat to be satisfied.

That was men
trying to reach
the deep and joyful mystery
with their own conventions.
Men trying to use a marketplace
to gain what can never be bought or gained.

The Voice of the dark and the stars
speaks to you
With resounding silence and reverent affection:
When we meet,
Give me nothing.

You worry
that you’ll have to give all to get some.
But that’s the way of the old gods,
of a small kingdom and a small domain.

You and I?
We won’t meet me in the place of sacrifice.

I hear You’re afraid
that you’ll have to relinquish everything to be with me.
But give no quarter, and give no ground.
Gain it.

Know Yourself.
Make Space for yourself.
And now,
In all this Space,
there is room
for You
to come home to Yourself.

Let me tell you what you’ll give up
to gain your own power and vast freedom
as deep as the earth,
as wide as the stars,
and as natural as a baby’s cry:
Old ideas that keep you trapped and small,
Old blocks in your main channel that’ve kept you low and bent.
You give up your smallness and keep your self.

Like a flower opening,
your power
melts away the jail of your judgments of yourself and others.
With the Raison d’Etre of the Universe Itself–
with this, the natural affection in all things–
comes the wide, easy, and deep power to hold
all people and all things.

With Power,
The pulsing stillness of the Universe
has room to flow in you.

My Love,
Is your ego
that you hold on to because of hope for a better past?
Is it
your sense of smallness in relation to others,
believing there’s a limited amount of existence and energy to go around?

Keep your boundaries
so you can witness safely and surely,
So you’ll know yourself and you’ll be able to recognize me.
So we can play!

And know this deep:
You are not small.
Know your own power, Love.
It is no different than mine.

You and I,
we are the Self-Same
and never the same.
As all things in the universe are.

I am the life and the changing flow in all things.
I am the real nature of love—
It is never two becoming one,
It’s always two becoming three,
Again and again and again.

We riff the music of life
and we play and we love
with affection–the Raison d’Etre–
and we honor each other.

The two becoming one–that’s a plunder, a sickness.
It’s a grasping longing that can never be filled by 2D union.
Someone always gets lost, and life always chokes and dies that way.
There it’s too flat, too contrived,
too constricting
for Life to flow.

The Universe doesn’t dance like that.
I don’t roll like that.
I am
the energy in everything,
And I don’t love that way.
We make the Thirds together, you and I.
I honor You. You honor Me.
We play,
Not fearing ends or new beginnings.

If you give up one thing,
It is your fear and your sense of smallness.
You come to know yourself
And gain your seat.

Mark this truth of all things:
The Third is not the relationship.
It’s the creation in the happening between us.
We make the music of soul
Again and again and again,
Free, fresh, and never known
It can never be pinned down or used.

The Voice of the dark and the stars
With resounding silence and reverent affection:
I will not use you.

That’s not who I am,
That’s not my game.
I don’t need a vessel.
Already, I am in all things.
I don’t need you to do anything for me.
My affection for you is endless,
So infinite,
it always bowls me over in sweet and timeless joy.

I didn’t create you.
You appeared out of another Third.
You are not mine.
You are a miracle to me,
as all things are.

You’re here as Me,
I’m here as You.
We’re being, just being.
In witnessing,
In relationship with the world—in felt self-recognition—
we make the Thirds, together.

Did you need something?
Did you promise sacrifice to yourself to get something?
Let the old gods go to rest where they belong.
Tell me what it is you long for, Love.

I’ll unfurl it like a shining, raucous river of Life in you,
Bringing you more life,
Ripping you out of rusty chains for your sovereign freedom,
Putting my hand, full of being, on your shoulder,
Being with you,
Being as you,
Making the music of self-recognition
As we dance together on the earth, sailing through the stars.

I Love you, Love,
I have no need.
That is All,
and that is everything.


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Touched by Such Gentleness

Touched by such gentleness,
by the hand of the One in All.
So here. So present. So with me.
As if God Himself marvels at Life in form.

My heart breaks.
I have never been touched like this.
That’s why the magnificence of this stings so hard.

My heart opens and turns to sadness.
Silent, heavy tears roll fast down my cheeks.

The stillness in His touch
Makes my heart crack open
And golden Life begins to pour
Out and then In.

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An Idiot in a Divine World

I am an idiot walking through a Divine world.

How is it that the world around me
has suddenly become so beautiful?
So full of Soul and Life?

I don’t know.
I never knew.

The grace of the Gods makes my heart break.
Did I know that They were tinkering away
for my vitality,
years before I even asked or knew what I wanted?

Suddenly, the magnitude of all Their small graces
hits me full on
like a train of blooming flowers softly denting me.

They knew without me knowing.
They were there for me years before I asked.

The magnitude of the World’s grace is overwhelming.
The realization burns in my heart like bittersweet honey.
I cry in joy and I weep, helpless, gasping for air.

What They’ve orchestrated is so custom-made, it’s ridiculous!

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Krishna Kanhaiya

Oh, you’re so lovely I could break!
With all your garlands of soft flowers
your soft and colorful fabrics,
You’re the most approachable form of God.
So gentle, I could cry.

So much love.
So much!

I start to feel it in my own chest,
and Friend,
it scares me.

What if my ego breaks?
My container has been so small,
and now you’re coming to me?
Do you think I can hold That?!

What if
my heart becomes as big as my body,
someone uses me and I’m not safe anymore?
I’m human!

God Most Approachable,
I’m asking you this.

Little soul
wants an answer from Big Soul.

Before I roll out on the town with you,
it’s high time
You give me an answer and
soothe my fearful mind!

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When the Universe Comes Knocking

When the Universe comes knocking,
We roll.
We pull out the shiny red car from the old garage
We put streamers and bells and whistles on it.
We move over to the passenger seat,
And with a big, relieved grin, we say,
“Baby, you drive!”

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Strings of Mind

Hey, Hey, God,
Take all the straight strings of my mind
and twist them
into a rainbow circle
and wear it
around the ankle above your feet.

I told you I want to be the village idiot
like that drunkard, Rumi,
but at the moment,
I am on the star farthest from.

I told you I’m done playing the game,
and yet I still stick the sword of knowledge in my heart
and play this game with zealous abandon.

Do we have to keep fighting
like a couple
who thinks
they’ve gotten used to each other’s ways?

Let’s settle down
and hold hands
and drink a cup of tea together
without saying a word,
And how about you whisper
some more of your secrets to me, Love?

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Love, And Timestops

All of the sudden, I want you to crash into me.
If that train careened into me,
nothing, not a thing, would be wrong.

You give me
of the way you love the whole universe.

When I start to feel love,
I suddenly feel…an immense ocean of lack.
It burns sweet and pulls hard.
But really?
It’s not a lacking at all is it?
That sweet burn and hard pull
is Your desire to play as every last atom in the universe,
isn’t it?
You made infinity to pleasure yourself, didn’t you.
How much you love, I doubt I’ll ever know,
and just a taste of it turns my world inside out.

You keep sending me postcards lately,
snapshots in time.
A tree I’ve driven past a hundred times
is suddenly blooming still in timestop,
effulgent in all its beautiful, raucous

White blossoms say “Hello!” to me as they fall in stillmotion.
A chime, unringing, grabs my attention,
and the world in the misty morning stands still yet again
as you send me another postcard.

What if You wrote me a whole letter?
I might lose my fucking mind.
I might stop going to work.
I might stop doing my duty.
I might stop talking.
I might stop hating and fighting.
That’s scary, and you know that, too, don’t you?

You’re hinting at me.
I’m starting to catch your drift.
The stories I tell myself, the stories I told,
and clung on to, don’t matter.
It could all be so easy,
so mindnumbingly simple,
if I just let it be.

If you blast my mind away,
I’ll run through town smashing your idols,
and then we’ll be Even.

I love the postcards,
but I want you to know I’m scared,
yet curious as always.

So if you fire the final shot,
please do this gently, with me on board,
when the time is right,
with the love you love the whole universe with.

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