Driftwood & Bones
We are left
We are left here Alone
Driftwood & Bones
Driftwood & Bones.
We begin
We begin with a Song
We’ve Known All along
That Right smells better than Wrong
We know who we are
deep in the body of our
Internal Guitar
We begin with a song
The same one that’s been Playing
All Along.
We all smell the Same
Deep at the source of our Internal Flame
That baby inside cares not
about who wins the Hockey Game
It’s good to become Wood
and dry out in the Sun
in the Weather that comes & goes
and the Tides that come undone.
Dinosaur Bones become old and wise
as they witness the Tides, the Angels, the Skies
they sit and wait
for you to return
they will warn you
and warm you
disarm you and charm you
remind you of the one ancient fire
that Burns.
Star / You / Are
you are dancing in the stars
you are not far
you are near
you are dear
you are here
you dance
the dance
dances itself
dance
life is giving
wakefulness sojourn joyful butterfly
cast the sweetness
to the net to the sand to the bright sky
to the birds in your lovely eye
your lovely eye
i am here
i am always
you know
you know this
know this only
this is only what you know
this is only
this is
this
The Eternal Moment
There are Bowls
There are Drawers here
There are Hidden Shapes & Accessories
There are Small Kingdoms in Passing Moments
There is a Treasury of Doubt
and the Currency of the Inner Smile
There is Me Here
and there is You.
You: The one I have lost & found,
lost and found, lost & found.
Me: the one who stands
on Solid Ground
and spins around
and around
and around.
And then, there is the Sound.
The sound of Naked Waterfalls
filled with Diamonds of the Sun.
The sound that bubbles up
from deep inside the Ground.
The Hum of a Million Birds
The Stampede of the Butterflies of the Heart.
All is Sudden.
All is Changing.
The Ancient takes constant Birth
in the Soft Glove
of the Eternal Moment.
The Company of Truth
I seek The Company of Truth.
In this Lifetime, this space,
this Tiny Bubble I occupy.
I have long-known The Company of Truth:
the Color of their Eyes, the Clothing they wear;
the lack of Disguise.
The Company of Truth is the blessing of sharing time
with those who know, those who have walked
the path of Inner Freedom
amidst Outer Struggle;
Those who have crossed the threshold of the Open Heart,
and who celebrate the Beauty of Living
the consciousness of This Silent Glorious Song.
This is not trivial;
This is not the Popular Path of Lemmings;
this is not the Calling of Convenience,
the Temple of Day-to-Day Commerce,
the Sacrament of Obligation
to those who pull our Every String …
This is Monumental.
This is the Unconstructed Tower of the Spirit Of You.
This is the Fragile Sprout of your Innermost Core:
seeking maturity to Flower, To Vine, To Tree,
to Seed: to spread Abundance in the Wind,
Dandelion Birds soaring to unspoken Heights.
Unhinged.
The Company Of Truth is a Gift.
From one eye to another. From heart to heart.
From empty caverns flow the Voices of Full Rivers.
From need, from Necessity,
from the Sincere Longing
to Know Home
to Go Home…
comes the Journey Itself.
The Map.
The Vehicle.
Driver & Destination.
The Company Of Truth
is Truth Itself.
Revealed in the Glorious Form
of Humans …
Being …
Rainbows ….
Support & Clarity
There are two items on the Human Menu that became important for me today.
Support & Clarity.
The issue of “support” arose, because life is a challenge, period. No matter who we are. Everything from the basics of literal survival to the arrangements and intricacies of relationship, business contracts, living spaces, health struggles … and on and on.
In our societies, we are taught the value of “independence” as a strength. Rely on self only. Be strong. Don’t depend or lean on others. And yet, as human creatures, we are very fragile. In fact, extremely fragile. We break easily. Our apple-carts get upset easily. Because of this “independence” vein that’s programmed in there, and also because of the way societies are structured, we tend to get isolated easily. Alone in our own little room, so to speak.
The point is, we need others. We all need help along the way. When the illusions we protect ourselves with wear thin, we see and feel and know our own vulnerability. We need a hand to help us row the boat in the storm; but more than that, we need the voice to ask. This is the tricky part. Who wants to appear weak? Helpless? Homeless? In dire need?
The beauty of humans helping each other is that so much more can be done. One plus one truly becomes eleven. Two pairs of eyes, four pair of hands, a dozen strong legs … this type of spirit can truly build a city.
Clarity has to do with our purpose, our innate reason to be alive.
Most of us think that being alive has to do with fulfilling the fundamental mundane requirements of day-to-day life, being comfortable and happy due to a protective layer of material “padding” around us. For some of us, this no longer works.
The answer to why we’re here has to be deeper. It has to be more fundamental – it has to resonate with our “core”, our spirit, our true heart. It just can’t be tied to the “fluff”, the packaging, the eye-candy, make-up and gimmicks that propel the market-driven world along day after day.
There’s a voice inside of us that longs to be heard; longs to be listened to attentively; longs to have those deep, silent necessities take wing, be expressed by the heart and to the heart. We need not only to communicate with the deepest pearls inside our own “cave”, but we need also to bring those pearls out into the daylight – to celebrate them, to share them with others, to remind and affirm to our fellow travelers, that there is so much more to life than the mundane; there is so much more to feel, to drink deeply from, to celebrate, to share, to acknowledge. There is a dance to do that we all wait for, long for, pray for.
This “dance” IS the essential reason, the central purpose of human life. We know this in our core. Not because it was part of our educational or parental programming, but because we were born with it, we came into the world with it.
So, how important IS this? We, the weary travelers who come and go. We, who know in our guts that we’re just passing through, that we really don’t belong here, that this is really NOT our true home. How important is it to acknowledge the inner gift, the higher purpose, and to remind each other, so that we’re not lost and lonely in our isolated little rooms of discontent, attempting to “manage” the unmanageable – the meaningless day-to-day trivial pursuits that drain us, frustrate us, and exhaust us …?
Clarity: knowing self, reminding self, reminding others.
Every tiny spark of light helps us all see the way.
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