The Quiet Whisper

As we make that
Crucial judgment
Yet again,
Mother Earth whispers
Her wisest intervention,
“Find another way.”
She warns of
The mysterious performer
Crafting a new act
For your thinking mind
An illusion providing escape
Within a false reality.
The gift of divine mind
Has another way.
Reach deep
To find what’s there.
A muted message
Is carried
On the wind.
May the circle of love
Heal with its
Magnificent song,
Completing its flawless miracle.
May the power of kindness bind you
To each precious moment
May peace and grace flow through you
So when you fall,
You land softly
In the quiet stillness
Of life’s loving embrace.

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The Search

It was Plotinus who found
The search is
“A matter of stillness,
Rather than movement.
Of silence,
Rather than speech.
Of being,
Rather than becoming.
Of inner essence,
Rather than outer substance.” 1
1800 years ago.
Has anything changed?
Still a matter of awareness,
With great determination,
But without effort.
With loving direction,
But no material act.
A personal decision,
Beyond faith and belief.
To merge the many
To become the one.
Coming together in
Silence and stillness
The search for completeness
A return to reunification.
Allowing the illusion to depart
Creating an emptiness
So that the truth can return
Free at last, home once again.

1Quotes from Brian Hines in “Return to the One” , page 301.

What is Not Said

The words not said may
Reveal more than what is.
An act of omission, perhaps
Better to say nothing, than
Something unpleasant.
But remember,
Hear the words not spoken
Listen quietly for their
Voiceless silence, as
Theirs is the other warning.
The illusion begins when
The first words are spoken,
And not.

You and Your Words

Precious in their intent
Limited in their delivery
Mistaken in their receipt
Your words may become you.
In the world of illusion
The world of the many
The world of slumber
Your words are you.
The truth is
You are not your words.
You are that without words.
The magic is you
Not the words.
You are that
Which finds the words.
But, the truth is not required
In the world of illusion.
So be careful,
Be true with your words.
For they may misrepresent
The truth of you.

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Being Alone

There exists an irrational fear
Of being alone.
Some will tolerate
Unbelievable circumstances
In order to avoid being alone.
Being alone starts with being.
A simple question
How to be? Just be?
Master that and
You may master being alone.
Being starts with
Becoming more real, then
Becoming more real, then
Becoming more real.
Finding the truth that is inside.
Leaving behind that which
Isn’t true, the illusion, the lies.
To listen, with your very being
To the quiet stillness, between
Each beat of your heart.
It is found beneath the quiet
That is beneath the quiet,
That is beneath the quiet.
Not a physical act,
But a surrender,
A leaving behind of that
Which has never been real.
The layers, upon layers,
Upon layers of illusion.
Listening for the sounds,
Beneath the sounds, that are
Beneath the sounds.
This is the magnificence
The quiet stillness of being,
Of being alone.
Love, forgiveness, kindness
Because nothing else ever
Really mattered.
You are one with it all
You have never been alone
Alone is an illusion
Being is the truth
Being is the promise
The kingdom of heaven
Is within your very being.

The Mountain

Standing strong,
Immovable in its intent,
Apparently changeless.
Wordless in its ways.
Except on its face
With each seasons conversion.
Against a spectacular sky,
A fleeting rainbow crosses
The stout landscape.
Oh, let us be like the mountain
Immovable in our intent
Changeless in our values
Supporting all who depend on
Our strength and conviction.
Oh, to be as strong
As the mountain.
As we move beyond
The lower stages,
The view becomes
Broader in its objective.
All it takes is to stand strong,
Leave behind the illusion
Come out of the shadows
Face into the sun
Stand strong against the wind
Like the mountain
Immutable, changeless
In the now, in the world
In the moment, this moment
Without words, without illusion
Feel the warmth of the light
Stand strong like the mountain
Now, and forever more.

Consciousness – Upside Down?

We call it the unconscious, but it is actually our true consciousness, however hidden it may be.

What we typically call consciousness is the personality, the voice in the head; the egoic, racing, monkey mind that we have become. This is just an acquired illusion; an act we play out everyday on society’s stage of false reality.

Is it any wonder we are confused? Not knowing consciousness is the definition of ignorance, not in a pejorative way but by definition.

There are those who are enormously impressed with educational credentials, high society’s imprint or inherited treasure. They may make jokes of or look down at others with less of society’s fallacious stamp of approval. The joke is really on these people, for the precious inheritance of consciousness is one that we have all been given, coincident with the miraculous gift of human birth.

The spectacular presence rises out of the shadow of the ego, returning to its rightful place. What a simply beautiful reality, that by quieting the acquired language of personality, we liberate the magnificence within.

We find that the more complex and educated the personality, the far more removed that ego is from the truth. How could we have let this happen? The shame is on us for repeating this mistake generation after generation.

“Isness and Notness, It All Begins with Struggle”

There are those that suggest the spiritual seeker start with “I am”. This is an affirmation of truth and aliveness. There are others that suggest the seeker find what she is not. By removing falseness and illusion, we are left with the truth. These are both right-minded.


They are also both problematic in that we do not yet know the truth from the illusion. If we do not know the difference, aren’t we back to where we started? Is this the reason why we struggle so hard?


Let me say this, the first step is allowing the struggle to begin. Until we struggle, we live in ignorance. I do not mean innocence, I mean ignorance. Until we start the inner struggle, we live in the illusion of our personality, an actor on the stage of acquired ego.


The Struggle Within

If only true

That we listened to the call

Beyond the ego

Beyond the personality

We have become.

A struggle denotes possibility

No matter how remote

That the truth may be heard

That peace is at hand

That the kingdom of heaven

Is not far behind.

Not some faraway place

But close at hand

For if there is a struggle within

The truth will overcome

Desire, fear, illusion

In full retreat

And then?

As the gateless barrier

Cracks open, the

Ego enlisted as co-conspirator

In a trinity of

Body, mind and soul

United in truth.

Freedom at hand.

Oh, what a happy day.

In this brave new world.

Nature’s lesson

While there may be many lessons in nature, the one I am most struck by is in its simplicity. Nature mostly just is. There is no ego or personality to nature. There is no illusion or judgment. There is only truth. In a world of only truth there are no lies.

The simple beauty of nature is its majesty. Without human judgment, there is a simple integrity completely immersed in only peace and grace.

Perhaps, a lesson for us all?

Time, Athletics and You

Have you ever watched our greatest athletes? Maybe you have been one yourself. The best ones operate in the present moment. They don’t think about anything.


They don’t wonder how to shoot the basket, hit the ball or throw the pitch. They just move to the music of their athletic soul, in complete mindfulness. They operate in the pivot of time, the absolute moment of now. When they stop to think about anything, the music stops, and the performance suffers. They fall back to earth and become imperfect once again, mere mortals living in their minds of illusion with all the rest of us.


Does the lion wonder whether he will chase down the gazelle? Does the seed need to be told how to sprout? Does the flower know when to bloom? We are so busy thinking about how to correct the past, or anticipating the future, that we forget the only thing that is real, the present moment of now. Be the lion, or be the seed, or be the flower. They remember what we have all forgot.

Truth versus Perspective

We have been led to believe that what we experience in life is the truth; a truth that we uniquely perceive. We have forgotten that most of what we call the truth is actually our perspective, seen through the eyes of our personality, the egoic mind we have become, far removed from our true nature. This egoic mind is full of illusion, likes, dislikes, hidden bias and other clouded ideas.

We are not consciously aware of this perspective. When we speak within our perspective, we should not call it the truth. The truth is so much more special than that. The truth comes from an unassailable place. The truth is rare in its telling, a hallowed ground, absolute in its power, rooted in universal consciousness.