Who is here now with you?

Who is listening to the depth of your heart?
In this moment
As it is
Vulnerable and kind

I AM

Listening
Non-judgmentally
Accepting
Sharing
Caring

There is nothing to hide
It is all very clear

You
Want
LOVE

And
Are
LOVE

This is
LOVE

Yet you say..

“I can’t receive it from you”

Yet

Reading this
The heart warms
deep resonance echos
from within
Beyond the minds illusions

You say..

“or give it to you myself”

But I say to you
You are LOVE

Reflecting the
One heart
One LOVE

There is no deal
There is no getting
There is no past
There is no future

There is so much more
Yet so much less
Then the commerce of the ego
And it’s materialistic demands subside

I’m not for sale
And I’m not trying to buy you
This isn’t a transaction
It’s bigger and deeper than that

If you want to find someone else
To satisfy your needs, desires and personality demands
It doesn’t mean you have to stop Loving
Me or anyone else

Just breathe
Letting go of the relentness of personality
and dive into the deep expansive realm
Of not-knowing

This is the lesson that is painful
Giving up the painful story of isolation
Acknowledging
One Heart
One Love
Beyond the illusions
of the ego and mind

Here in this space
In stillness and silence
Where we meet in
LOVE

Know there is silence in the noise

Hear it

Know that time doesn’t really exist

Experience it

Know that I am thinking of you

Feel it

Know that there is only one heart

Longing to meet itself

I can offer you nothing
to soothe your wounded heart

In death
there is nothing to get
nothing to give
or forgive
it isn’t about you
or even about them
or us
it’s about

no one

no one being home anymore
no one to send an email
or pick up the phone
silence on the other side

they are gone
forever transformed
into eternity
this is the way
in death

So please don’t be upset
that I can offer you nothing

other than what is left
the mourning
the grief
the time
for remembering
and forgetting

There are no religious fairy tales
that can offer an answer
they are all used up
and aren’t true

what has happened
is permanent
and in this
there is
no hope

but there is a feeling
that can be shared and felt
all the way to the bones
a subtle letting go

and perhaps a deeper
appreciation for what still is
this aliveness, that is here
the aliveness, that they were
and the aliveness, that they are not

they are now just a feeling
a fading memory
drifting farther away
with each passing day
becoming the dirt
becoming the grass
becoming the air
becoming another transformative breath
of life

ahhh… this sweet breath of life…

Go into the “Deep Cave of the Dragon”
The one down inside of you
Love the ugly, dark, scary, painful places

Sitting in silence
Sitting in stillness
Study the self

Reflect on the stories you hear
The stories you tell
Watching the mind

Be kind to the stories
Be gentle to the stories

Go inside where it is the most uncomfortable
Sit with all of it
Love all of it!

Dancing in the formless
Weaving to and fro
Souls colliding

Effortlessly doing the heavy lifting together
Easily the words float
From far away

Into inner space
Transforming desire
Magical passion

Life’s sweet ephemeral joy appearing for a moment
Suspending between dimensions
deep and wide
sinking to a place
That has no time

Feeling moved to move

… Come float my way

And play with words and silence.

You say to me “keep opening your heart”

I say

There is nothing to do to keep my heart open
There is nothing to close

I am alive

There are no moving parts
There are no walls
There are no doors
There is no separation
There is just this living being
Connected to all that there is
In this

There were stories I told
There are stories I can tell
There are stories that could be rewritten
And then there is just dropping
the story
Completely

Mostly it seems that the best thing to do
Is to say less
About all of it
To be in the silence
As words don’t really mean anything
Especially the conversation
That says that my heart is closed
That the love that is here
Always
Is limited in some way

By the mind
That is imagination
By illusion
That is nothing

The story of the closed heart
is what it is
A story

Feeling compassion for the story
of not love
Where does it come from?

It comes from love
Wanting to be loved

It comes from love
Asking for love to be more loving

In order to feel love
from the love

That is already
Love

Is it possible for love
To be any more love
Than love already is?

Resting in contemplation
Feeling the heart

Taking a deep breath
Feeling the heart

I am aware
I am open
I am love

Speaking with out speaking

The silence of being

I was looking through my music collection deciding what to music play
But I just couldn’t bring myself to put anything on

I remember hearing that above the music conservatory in Paris it says
“Music is the space between notes”

I felt timid, overwhelmed by the possibility of sound
My body was anxious about having to make a decision
In that moment I couldn’t bring myself to listen to anything
Silence was enough

The best insurance policy against a short and unhappy life is silence.