The Way of It

To stay out of the way

while fully expressing myself.

That’s the gift.

It’s impossible to hide

from my beautiful mind.

All the delusions, all the delight

In plain sight.

It’s impossible to hide

from my beautiful mind.

Let me be ruined by love,

So that I may come back to you

without pride, or stupidity,

-Or pretense, or opinions-

or any sense of separation…

 -Jeremy Taylor

(In gratitude to my dear friend Heidi for passing this on)

1. The first piece is gone, beyond gone.

2. I get in touch with my vast, deep sorrow
to find out there is no sorrow.

3. “To know the difference between what hurts and what doesn’t”
people call that by fancy names.

4. With it being all a lie, focus on what works, discard what doesn’t.

5. Free to be bound and free to be free
what a wonderful thing!

6. As I die in the love for my teacher
I live.

7. Everything shows me how to be of service.

All I have to offer

is my vulnerability

Am I happy for my own sake

or to show off?

I just want to sit at the feet of the master

and weep.

I just want to sit at the feet of the master

and weep.

I just want to sit at the feet of the master

and weep.

Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

-Rumi, of course.

Hope, oh so ever poisonous

hope:

Why did you come to visit today?

Wanting to connect
I die to myself.
I can’t tell if that’s a bad thing
but it doesn’t matter.
And that’s a good thing.