My teacher, the tree

 

 

Autumn
No resistance to the shedding
The beauty in letting go
Winter
No resistance to the storms
The beauty of being blown
Spring
No resistance to the blooming
The beauty of new growth
Summer
No resistance to the fullness
The beauty of it all.

Branches gone, stripped bare
Essence remains, still a tree
Nothing real is lost

 

 

 

Among it all

GOD LIVES HERE

Sticky orange scented fingers
A cloudless sky
Two shafts of light
God lives here

A dimly lit kitchen
A raging hurt boy-husband
Ugly tears, mind stopped in grief
God lives here

Sitting in meditation
Amid Tibetan Buddhist artefacts
Sunlight patch on wooden floor
God lives here

Lying in bed
Exhaustion and tears
The sunlight in the trees
God lives here

Raging against injustice
The mind wants to be right
The piercing light of nothing wrong
God lives here

The flea infested house
The mad scratch of itchy puppy
The jolt of plans gone wrong
God lives here

No journey to take
No plans to make
God lives here
Among it all.

A vessel of the Divine?

I prayed

“Make me a vessel of the Divine.”

God laughed.

“That is like the rose asking me to make it a flower.”
Does the rose need my assistance to become a flower?
Which good works must it do to attain flowerhood?

All the rose can do is bloom, at its appointed hour
Unashamed to be a rose
unafraid to show her beauty.
Being only what she is.

You want to be a vessel of my love?
You are already that.

Now, bloom where you are planted
Be the variety of rose
Only you can be
In your garden, among the other flowers.

Some will show their thorns
They are as beloved
As those who perfume the world.

Stop looking outside yourself
Stop striving
The end of suffering is here
Closer than your breath
Will you give up all worlds
But this, appearing now?

Give up the search
Give up your longing
Be a rose.”

 

The River of Joy

Step into the river
Of love-soaked joy
It will carry you home

Silence monkey-mind objections
Loosen tight fingers of control
I gave you Eden
Accept my gift

Stop, now
Watch the trees
Leaves and branches moved by Love
Watch the rise and fall of your chest
Breathed by Love
Watch the actions of your body
Moved by Joy

Listen, now
The birdsong
Purring cat, rustling paper
Everything, here, now
For your pleasure

Taste, now
The bounty of nature
Sweet fruit, Divine nectar
For you, my love, for you.

Open all your windows
Smell salt sea air
Incense of the gods
Let me blow through you.

Let me touch you, now
Feel the light-filled bursts of joy
Erupting in your cells

I left my breadcrumbs
In the last place you thought to look
See them, now
Where they always were?
Here, now
Inside, outside
No difference.

Step into the river
Of love-soaked joy
It will carry you home.

Song of the Mother

SONG OF THE MOTHER

Go slowly

Nestle under my wings

Breathe my breath

And sing my song

Love what is arising

All pain and sorrow

Are your lost children

Re-emerging

To be loved at last

You are the one

They waited for

To love them

Embrace those discarded children

Whose behaviour you didn’t like

The lonely one

The angry one

The misunderstood one

The isolated one

The rejected one

The girl with the light in her eyes

Who hid herself away

Each one steps forward at last

Brave enough now

To offer themselves

To your loving embrace

Greet them all

Your beloved children

Braid their hair

Sing them songs of love

Oh my darlings

You are home

Welcome at last

Just as you are.