Luke Anderson's writing

Fertility

5/3/2018

The heart is not a fragile thing
to hide away from this world.

Such a cost in bracing ourselves
against our experience,
keeping our heads above the surface,
wondering why the desert comes closer.

Much safer to strip naked,
break into a thousand pieces,
and discover what it is that we are truly held by.

Grieve well to end the drought.

Water the fields of all our relations with these tears,
soften the hardened arteries of empathic intelligence,
and here where our rivers converge,
remember our pain is shared.

If you find yourself in grief’s grey wasteland,
ignore the call to set up home
amidst the bitterness
and half measures,
keep on moving
toward the sword that would pierce your whole heart.

Grief unresisted opens the chest,
til there’s no holding back the treasure,
the clarity born of what it is that truly matters.

All the love we ever knew, shared, or even dreamed of,
was never lost.
It is right here now,
overflowing,
seeds to be planted
in the dark soil at the center of our lives,
made fertile by our willingness
to honor all that we grieve,
by never taking this moment for granted.

~~Luke Anderson

Resolve

5/3/2018

If life has space for this moment,
then so do you.

If life has already accepted this moment,
then so have you.

If life is still creating anew,
responding anew,
then so can you.

There is no gap in truth
between life’s capacity
and your own,
fed as we are
by the umbilical cord
tap root
stillness heart
mother of all the worlds.

Everything needed to
love what is in front of you,
behind you,
all around and inside of you,
is right here,
freely given,
exactly as and where and how and who
you are.

Lean in to this life with radical trust.
Your precise shape is your simple purpose here.

Set your sight on the invisible tip
of growth’s arrow
and choose alignment
with the visionary streaming,
real world weaving,
of the one eye
intelligence,
awakening.

Our joy in resolve,
a core surrender in freedom and discipline,
every cell,
every faculty,
willing channels
for the burgeoning momentum
of benevolence in all directions.

~~Luke Anderson

Relax Into The Release

1/26/2018

Unbuckle those knuckles
and open to the free fall.
In the grip of what we think we know
we miss the whole picture.

Unburden us.
We've attended so long to the madness,
faithful servant
to the map that held us tight.

Always this moment time to choose again.
The door is wide open,
but it may not seem so,
the loss of our familiar felt as robbery.

It takes some native trust
to wander blind into
those hidden places,
alone and friendless for a while.

Don't hesitate to remove yourself from every equation.
Me, me, me is
too poor a bargain
for the heirs to a transparent universe.

Heart broken open
everywhere.
No need to look for ground.
Relax into the release.

Home

11/10/2017

It's time.
So long outside ourselves,
beside ourselves,
and now we’re returning,
a rare few all at once,
most of us like layers unraveling
day by day,
year by year.

We leave the maps behind,
trust the instinct of our star-filled mammal hearts
to know exactly where and with whom
we belong,
lean into the primal clarity
of yes to this,
or no to that,
or no need yet to know.

Sensing what is true,
discerning what is not,
releasing the habits,
patterns
and choices
that have kept us estranged.

We see through the temptation to live in threat,
cultivate disciplined relaxation amidst the storm
lest strung too tight
we miss the simple quiet
that guides the way.

We are willing to be in the dark,
ready to meet the grief and shame of generations,
and coming to terms with the anger and despair.

Running away has run its course,
a thousand lifetimes
attracted to distraction,
terrified of the core,
distant, walled, apart.

Our intimate intelligence
now inspires and ignites
a thawing of all that froze,
a remembering of all that fragmented.

We are sanctuaries,
each and every one,
like broad trees we are planted
in the moist earth silence
at the center of the wheel

Here we welcome each and every traveler.
Undefended again.
Unafraid again.

Imagining movement
that rises in stillness,
awakening wildness,
discovering
we never left,
home always,
our source,
our task,
and our final rest.

~~Luke Anderson

Power

11/10/2017

Less arrogance.
More listening.

If we examine the nature of the power
we assert when we think we are right,
what do we see?

Is our power porous, interested in what we don’t know,
our minds open and curious?
Or are we rigid, fragile in our so-called certainty?

Is our power married with heart,
flexible, calm, kind?
Or is it a tight shell of fear,
reactive and feeling entitled to take or hurt,
our voice shrill and forceful?

What do we do with the social power we have access to
because of our privilege,
our race, our class, our gender,
our talents, our circumstance?
Do we share it, invite in and uplift with it?
Have we believed somewhere along the way
that any of us can truly win
while another loses?

Are we humble in our power?
not as some kind of special spiritual ego mask,
but because we have learned that everything we think we know
can dissolve in an instant?
Are we aware that we are fools who have stumbled around
in the dark for aeons,
until fortunate enough to be graced with moments of wisdom,
now growing tender buds of discernment,
carried on the backs of those who walked before?
Has our vision yet revealed to us
the consequences of our own unconsciousness,
our misunderstandings,
all we once thought we knew?
If so then we have been humbled
in the awareness
that our power gives birth
to more of whatever state of consciousness
is driving it.

Unless we are rooted in love
when we express our power
then when we act we’ll likely be channeling harm,
and there really is no outside in this world,
it all comes home in the end.

Perhaps we feel that we are now using our power for good.
Maybe so. There are more than enough opportunities to stand up
in solidarity with the earth, her creatures and her people.
Let us always remember then that we live in a hall of mirrors,
that any ignorance we can recognize in another
has an existence inside each one of us
that needs to be acknowledged and integrated
if we are really interested in the healing of the whole.

Let’s not throw our righteousness around like bullies
because we haven’t yet learned how to be
responsible for our own pain,
and our own complicity in that which we seek to change.

There is a transparent power that is shared with every being under the sun,
a power unthreatened by appearances,
a power that animates this and every moment,
steady as a mountain, quiet in its confidence,
vast as space, limitless in its potential.

This true power belongs to none of us
and yet breathes life into us all.
Sharing is its nature.

It doesn't require our perfection or purity
for us to learn to serve in this alchemy
of awakened intelligence
for us to learn to cooperate with
the incoming tide of this evolutionary momentum.

What is required is that we open our eyes and ears,
turn for direction to the wild, clear and vital,
and stay close to the sincerity
of our deepest heart's yearning.

Less arrogance.
More listening.

Less arrogance.
More listening.

Joy

11/10/2017

Warmed beside a hearth
of radiant fire,
the center of the wheel,
the home
we share
with each creature
under moon
and sun,
we notice those who glow
with a joy not so shaken
by up and down,
a joy not set apart from grief,
not found in must be must be happy
or any other pretense
at anyone’s expense.

Sensed in their ears
a lifetime of listening.
Seen in their eyes
what it takes to honor the vision.
Heard in their voices
a life filled with willing to be true.
Felt in their touch
a steady heart inspired to move.

~~Luke Anderson

Faith

12/9/2016

image credit:Theories of Light by Jeffrey Smith www.ascendingstorm.com

It's one thing to trust when  we're flowing downstream,
our hearts buoyant, 
choices easy, 
effortless cooperation  in a sweet stream of synchronicity.

How do we fare though  when our way is steep,  
and we meet  obstacle after obstacle, 
only to see the path ahead 
lead up a sheer mountain wall?

Do we judge a path to be worthy 
solely when it flows with ease? 
How would a salmon answer that question, 
or a bird migrating across entire continents?

There are always deeper tests of our vision,  
deeper tests
of whatever it is we count on  
to guide us on our way.

At times a lack of flow can indeed be an indicator  
to help us realize it's time to release our agenda  
and have the patience to allow a new pattern to unfold, 
a new door to open.

Sometimes though,
relaxing our determination  and our commitment
to a particular direction 
would amount to self-betrayal.

At these times warrior lessons  come thick and fast, 
and obstacles are not evidence of a wrong turn 
but an opportunity to learn
about expanded capacities of courage and perseverance.

If we depend on external signs of ease for guidance,  
at some time or another we'll end up lost,  
doubting ourselves when the sky grows dark 
and adversity comes to the fore.

But all of us,
every single one, 
are free to know what truth feels like in our bones 
in the silent glow of our innermost core.

With this core as our rudder, 
we can be resolute 
no matter the circumstance.

This is the vision,  
the trust in ourselves,  
that can lead us all the way through.

This is the guide that illuminates the path worthy of our faith.

forgiveness

9/21/2014

Central Neuron by MorpheusZero

When the pressure builds
and you think you want to blame
someone else,
or even yourself,
breathe into the burning core,
your lungs willing bellows
for the furnace inside.

Offer into this fire
all your fearful imaginings,
any remaining belief that you are a victim,
and breathe.

When you open into the pure sensation,
the full intensity of that which feels like it could crush you,
you become space.

In this honesty
all stories collapse into the cauldron
to feed a deeper vision.

Before you have the chance to see with clarity
you must first admit you have no idea what is really going on.

Before you find your own innocence,
you must first release your assumptions about everyone else’s guilt.

So many dead bodies and tortured souls on judgement’s righteous road.

What if there is no outside?

How about we replace our indignant assertions
with humble curiosity,
claim full responsibility,
each of us,
for our experience,
forgive the world,
forgive ourselves,
return to love,
and then see what happens?

~~Luke Anderson

victory

8/31/2014

'One with Nature' by Mukesh Singh

What do you want?

More than anything,
deep in the heart of your being,
what do you want?

If you surveyed your time on this earth
from a deathbed,
what would really matter to you?

What are the memories that would
engender the peace
of nothing essential left undone,
a life well lived?

Never forget what is most important to you.

Allow yourself for a moment
to imagine a you
who has held steadfast to the clarity of your vision,
who has overcome all obstacles on the path,
who has vanquished all doubts,
composted all darkness
to feed the radiant jewel
of a life giving tree,
your unique offering to the world.

Invoke this liberated,
potent,
awake
version of yourself.

Right here.
Right now.

Any time you feel the fog
of fragmenting voices,
the hypnotic sleep of superficial agendas,
any time you lose faith in yourself
and your commitment or capacity,
invoke the one who has already made it through
to the very end.

Let your every cell resonate
with the frequency of victory,
and know that this is no arrogance.

For if you truly listen
to the deepest aspiration of your heart,
then what you discover is that your
core desire is a note that serves
an evolving harmony.

Your love seeks above all
to give itself fully
to the world,
with nothing held back.

When you recognize that you, and only you,
are responsible for your choices,
for mastering your experience,
for the life you weave,
for delivering your gift,
then no-one,
no dark force,
no human insanity,
no sickness of body or soul,
can hinder you.

We are at all times surrounded,
permeated,
by a great intelligence.

Creation moves
unstoppably
toward healing,
the ultimate revealing of
our magnificence
in the beauty way.

Countless allies
come to the aid
of all who align themselves
with this light.

So offer your willingness
to every step,
however faltering,
with all the sincerity,
strength,
and courage
you can muster.

Though you might be daunted by
all that would tear you down,
though your willingness might seem insufficient
for the task ahead,
give everything you are.

Your small willingness will be met by
an infinite supply,
and you will rise up,
and we will all rise beside you.

Liberation

7/5/2014

There's a time in this awakening
to open the chest
and step without even a hint of defense
toward the dark,
a time when even the slightest movement
to rid or to vanquish
will be the very energy used against you.

There's another time, however,
when you'll be called to bare your fangs and claws
and wield a discerning saber
with ferocity,
without hesitation.

Summon your dignity
from the center of the earth
and set loose howling spirit winds
to every last corner.
Clear the table.

When the psychic parasites try to hang on
with claims that you'll be lost without them,
command them without pause
to the central sun
to be dissolved.
Return them to essence,
to be born anew
in kinder form.

Learn the value
of guardians
who protect the inner sanctum
from any compromise.

Stand sure
at the center of your mandala.
Claim your throne.
Declare this sacred space
for the benefit of all beings
in the confidence that you are a lion,
whose claws are sharpened
by the clarity that only love may enter here,
whose fangs are forged
in the annihilating fire of infinite light.

Your worthiness to liberate your body and being,
your place of earth and sky,
comes not from any special favor or privilege.
This worth, this birthright, is given freely and without end
from the deepest source
to every particle of creation,
and all of life celebrates with you
each moment you recognize your luminous self
and your truest choice to live as love.

~~Luke Anderson

Healing the love reflection

3/14/2014

‘Metamorphosis of Narcissus’ by Salvador Dali

When confidence and calm
collapse,
I sit here
trembling
like a frightened dog,
and I’m unable
to soothe the ache,
attached as it has become
to this mirror of you outside.

But even here,
almost overwhelmed
by the sense of being
a victim and beggar
for love,
even here, I know I must create.

So in the midst of the shame,
I open
to a hint of light
to make space
for the guidance I’m barely willing to hear:

“Put down the begging bowl,
cast aside the push and pull of your demand,
and give your love to all the ones you believed you needed it from.”

“Give love, without bargain.
When you give love, you are love.
Be the spring,
and source,
and gift.”

“Lay down your fascination with neglect.
Lay down your hope and despair.
Release us, all your mirrors, with your generosity.
There is nothing to do but love.”

“With all your heart,
even when it feels like the most impoverished heart
that ever there was, even when it feels like you need another’s love
like parched earth needs rain, love.
Just love.”

Allowing

3/2/2014

Sundrenched moss-covered roots by Jeffrey Friedl

Rain falls,
and we learn to listen
as the ground draws us in
to moistened roots.

When there are no words,
no answers to all the questions,
savor the quiet
and rest as the empty space.

Allow the out breath to have its time.
Be still.
Trust.
New life arrives by itself.

Union

2/14/2014

Have you noticed life
is making love with you?

Are you now penetrated,
to the very deepest reach of your being,
by her breath?

Are you discovering that so-called
ordinary pleasures,
a taste,
a view,
the contact as you lean your head against a wall,
that all of these can be ecstasy beyond compare?

Tire soon, beloved, of the endlessly disappointing story
in which you wait for a special someone
to free you from the imagined separation
between yourself and the all.

You may indeed experience a temporary release from isolation
if and when you encounter another who also seeks the same,
but as long as you both believe yourself incomplete without the other,
you will lose again the sacred garden before long.

The hole inside that you have been so afraid of,
dearest one,
and taken as evidence that you need to be rescued by another,
this emptiness isn’t in fact something to fill,
but rather an open doorway to intimacy with the whole universe.

When you find out for yourself what is at the heart
of your loneliness,
rather than trying to seduce another to fill it
with the fantasy of a perfect embrace,
you’ll discover we’ve been in union
with the master lover
all along.

Trust the Passage

1/17/2014

Passage out of the initiation chamber at Newgrange, Bru Na Boinne, Ireland

Utterly lost,
we knew for sure we needed to find our way.
Unable to hide from total failure,
we were humble enough to receive.
Allowing ourselves to be broken,
we discovered the whole.

Drink deep of the medicine in our darkness.
Better to be unravelled by grief
than holding back the tears.
Better falling to your knees and clawing at the earth
than cold with tight lips
and sarcastic commentary.

Be unafraid of the full breadth of your experience.
Travel to the very end,
beyond notions of what you can tolerate.
Whatever you do, don’t stop halfway through the passage.
Don’t settle for the minor improvements,
the better shade of grey.

Keep on heading toward that which fills your body with trust.
Every cell in you will sing as you get closer.
Your eyes clear,
your heart wide,
and you, free, a blazing sun,
filled with the joy that comes
when you find what you are here to give.

In Praise of the Dark

12/20/2013

gratitude for the visual art by Maria Rikteryte

I bow to the dark womb
where all grow,
from which all receive their nourishment,
and to which all return.

As long as we keep chasing light out there,
afraid of the dark within,
we'll remain in exile,
bound by myriad confusions.

There is a question with the power to liberate,
a question which if followed all the way through,
with devotion and courage,
carves a pathway home.

“Who am I?
To whom,
or to what,
is this experience occurring?”

Here we find
that every idea of self
is an object of awareness.

Discover the subject.

To do so, we have to be willing to admit
the entirety of our ignorance,
to become intimate with all that we fear,
to forgive ourselves the suffering caused by misidentification,
and dissolve entirely into the void.

When we realize ourselves as no-thing
we meet the greatest relief.
And when, as that no-thing, we look out at the world,
we see ourselves everywhere,
all being one at last.

In this love we know that light is born in the dark,
movement in the unmoving,
sound in silence.

Here we are free to give
and include
all that we are.

~~Luke Anderson

Gratitude

11/22/2013

prayer offering on the Ganges river, photo source unknown

The wind and branches whisper
of a grand conspiracy:
everything and everyone
secretly aware of the plan
to wake you up,
to reshape your misery
in the form of endless gratitude.

Be glad that you suffer when you veer off course,
it’s a true kindness that helps us remember.

You’ll recognize the way
when you can be thankful for the pain
that opens your heart,
thankful for your birth and each breath
that gives you this moment to love,
thankful for death that reminds you
to take nothing for granted,
thankful for darkness that reminds you
through contrast
what you really want to choose,
and thankful that no matter what we do
or have done to us
whatever lives is still made of light.

~~Luke Anderson

Die Before You Die

10/31/2013

Who were you before your parents were born?
Who are you now before you believe that thought?

There is an imposter in the house.
He terrified your ancestors too.
With many names
he feeds on your fear,
is nourished by your sorry stories
of better or worse,
of me against you.

There is a short cut,
a way through this ancient suffering.
Short, because there's no distance between
the beginning, middle and end of this passage
and who you already are.

But it's a deep cut,
a flaming sword that will take your head
and feed it to the lions,
releasing your heart
to sprout new eyes that can see
and ears that can hear.

Die before you die.
This is the miracle of life.

Die before you die.
This very moment,
every moment,
give up your fight
against mortality.

With every ounce of your being
bring yourself completely here.
Abandon your distaste of this earth
and the guaranteed end of your body.

You come from the stars,
but every world is a true home.

It is only when you meet death exactly as it is
that you will know the difference
between the vampire
that sucks you dry,
and the eternal light of the present.

Vision

10/3/2013

gratitude to www.freeimages-photos.com for crop circle photo

There is a song that sings to me
with nectar of sweet beginnings.
It honors all with ears to hear
by bowing to the end of fear.

I love you with an endless stream
of hummingbirds with velvet wings.
The stars pour down their simple grace.
The moon reminds us with her face.

There’s death for joy to heal our life.
There's light enough for us this night.
The one who weaves this dance is true,
this vision offered now to you.

I love you with an endless stream
of hummingbirds with velvet wings.
The stars pour down their simple grace.
The moon reminds us with her face.

~~Luke Anderson

Possibility

9/15/2013

gratitude for the artwork, thanks to egckiller

In an instant, our stories collapse
into a field of infinite possibility,
and all is still.

We land at last in our own skin
and there is nothing wrong
with these tender, porous,
earthy creatures.

Stunned by the immensity
of lifelong misperception,
we are finally relieved of
all that kept us apart.

Here we find
what it means to be truly in awe,
fully alive in the heart
of an open moment.

We see each other
as if for the first time,
no gap between us,
no thought believed.

Remind me, brothers and sisters,
when I fall asleep again,
imagining I know who you are,
or what is possible for us.

Remind me to throw away
every one of those tired filters
and step across the bridge again.

Sovereignty

8/30/2013

gratitude for the artwork by Alex Grey

I place my faith in seven billion Kings and Queens,
seven billion whole and sovereign.

Seven billion who bow to strangers
and say, “there am I.”
Seven billion who look at the moon
and say, “there I shine.”
Seven billion who look at the mountain
and say, “there I sit,”
who look at the forest
and say, “there I grow.”

Wake up kings and Queens.
Rescue yourselves from the hungry ghosts of history.
Discover the deeper throne.

Dwell deeper home
where the notion of ruling another is laughable,
where mastery knows itself through humility
and absolute trust in inner authority.

Dwell deeper home,
where the need to be seen is dissolved by willingness to
see the essential in yourself and in another,
where wealth is defined by what you share.

When you have found that me never was who you are
and the center you thought you were becomes infinite space,
what then?

It all becomes possible,
and you’ll see what you’re made of everywhere,
in every seeming thing.

Be kind to us all, and allow yourself this greatness.

~~Luke Anderson

Vitality

7/5/2013

gratitude for this image of persephone by Patricia Ariel http://art.patricia-ariel.com/persephone-2

When we are plunged into the underworld of our lives, whether through unexpected illness, death, trauma, relationship crisis or just a conscious intent to integrate suppressed emotion, it helps if we can be open to feeling whatever is present without condition. To be truly awake in the midst of dark emotions, we need to find the courage to open to these feelings without an agenda for them to transform into something more pleasant.

However, it’s also essential to listen carefully for the moment we move beyond being open to what is, and start to indulge our negativity, because when we do, when we collapse into the attraction to our pain, then we start generating a kind of darkness feeding frenzy in which we attract more misfortune to ourselves, and send out ripples of it in all directions.

It can be challenging indeed learning to navigate this – there’s a reason why myths are full of people getting lost in the underworld, seduced by illusion, stories of heroes vigilant to leave a good trail to follow back up to the light.

A while back, I was traveling through some very afraid, young, and desolate places in my inner world that had been activated by a life transition. I had no idea if these feelings would stay painfully with me for another day or a year. They had a potency that gripped me to the core throughout my days. Then, after six weeks of staying present and breathing my way through, I received a clear and urgent direction from my intuition.

“Luke”, I heard, “it's been good that you've been willing to be fully with the darkness, feeling it without condition or requirement that it change. This has allowed the integration of feeling that you didn't have the capacity to be present with in the body when the original loss occurred. And now, now it's time to swim for the light, as if your very life depended on it, as if you were underwater, out of oxygen, and needing to breathe."

And so I did, with all of my strength, and in an instant, I was lifted right out of my turmoil back into the clarity and peace of our natural state. Over the next months, I was directed to ground in the healing by focusing on vitality within and without, with a resolute and wholehearted attention.

Here then is the dance, from light we open to the dark. Being conscious awareness within the dark we bring it all back to the light.

Strength

6/7/2013

gratitude to Ellie Stone for this photo of rock formation in Nevada

When the heart is pierced by loss,
don’t be so quick to look for your strength
in a shield.

Allow the grief to have you.
Go deeper than need.
Meet the yearning.

Down here, in a land of no half measures
you may feel you’re entirely
broken,
without any power
except to simply be present
and breathe.

Sometimes the heart
opens so far
that when it falls
there’s nothing to save it
from the dark embrace.

Surrender here is no longer a maneuver,
something to achieve or avoid,
but an inescapable reality.

You don’t get to set the pace.
It takes just as long as it takes.

Some imagine
this overwhelm of all the heart’s defenses,
a failure,
to be avoided at all costs.
But have you tried it,
really?

When nothing in you
wants to avoid this,
run from this,
there’s peace to be found
that doesn’t depend on absence of turmoil,
freedom that doesn’t depend
on flight.

So bow to the door that
shuts in your face,
the hand that pries away
your grasp.

Some of us need to be refused
our total desire
before we’ll drop
all the way through the bottom
to the groundless
source of our love.

Here we learn the song
that can never be understood
by a heart that shies away from pain
or seeks control.

Entitled to nothing,
graced by everything.
Living into this,
we live into this.
Entitled to nothing,
graced by everything.
Living into this,
we live into this.

mother of us all

5/10/2013

photo of sleeping goddess from lost gardens of Heligan in Cornwall, England

Mother, I used to think you were a home I lost,
a long time ago.
One night you came as the moon
and showed me
no-one ever leaves their source.
Beginning, middle and end
all right here.

My life began again.
I knew where to turn,
my heart nested in yours.
Your body is every changing face,
every ant, river, feeling.

Then one day,
afraid again,
I came to you.
But you said it is time now
to forget about safety,
time to be as the sun.

the great choice

4/11/2013

His name is the old way.
Not the ancient,
tap root to source,
worthy of honor,
elder,
way.
His is the tired,
worn out,
forlorn and ready to die
way.

Scanning the past incessantly,
everywhere his suffering, theirs.

“Choices,” he says, “we must make better choices.”

“Maybe this time", he says,
drawn by the intoxicating aroma
of the next hope.

But his imaginings are saturated with a great suspicion,
and his body shudders once again,
afraid of everything,
even joy.

He thinks he knows what he wants,
but everywhere there is too much dust.
The very effort to see just muddies the water.

It is time we released him from his duties,
his burden,
his impossible task:
the effort to secure
certainty
in that which is always
changing.

“So what then?” he accuses, “just give up, give in to it all?”
Ha!
If only he knew that in
reacting so quickly,
with such vigilance,
to the darkness,
self-consciously pushing it away,
he failed to receive it deeply enough into
the alchemical heart where our love removes its mask
and returns the dark
to original essence,
the very life it is made from.

Released,
it becomes transformed,
available then for orgiastic yes to the new dream.

How to speak of this,
this new way,
ancient way?

How to describe that which is seen
only where there is no
thing,
that which is heard
only in silence?

Somehow, we find our way.
The core glows,
and truth beckons.

Aware as the still source,
empty of content,
the pen moves by itself.

“Rest here, belong to this simple moment”, she says.
Alert, we abide as pure potential,
a vast presence whose nature is intelligence.
Despite appearances, there is only one of us.

We are curious
but not too interested,
for desire
can get so quickly
ahead of itself.

We are unmoving yet contain all that moves,
unflinching,
undefended,
utterly intimate
with even the smallest turn of the wheel.

Here there is no possession,
no control,
no avoidance of pain,
no interest in getting there,
to that place,
sometime,
somewhere.

This then, the great choice:
to relinquish everything,
all hope,
all fear,
and rest as
the choiceless,
the choice which has already been made.

This is no head in the clouds,
repelled by the earth or
humanity
passivity.

This is home in the gutter
as well as the throne
moment to moment
devotion
to the love,
unfolding.
Everything,
honored,
recognized,
nourished.

This is moment to moment
devotion
attention
deep listening
to the love,
to the choice that has already been made.

Despite appearances,
there is only one of us.

Here is clarity,
freed from preconception,
revealing infinite possibility.

To open to it all,
without promise,
this becomes the great willingness.

Purpose is clear.
Time is no more.
All is well.

Free,
and yet fully here.

confidence in no control

3/8/2013

gratitude for this artist's impression of a black hole by L. Calçada

“Enough,
we are already enough.”

Freed from not enough,
our world is transformed.

This the resounding call to
calm anxious ambition
that never was able
to hide from the knowledge
of its inevitable failure.

“Enough,
we are already enough.”

This the medicine
to heal the chaos of overwhelm.

“Enough,
already enough.”

We wait,
in trust that what is ours will come to us,
and yet no passivity
in this patiently awake.

Alert in surrender to intimate direction,
moved in vital clarity,
a quiet assurance arises from
confidence in no control.

~~Luke Anderson

Fertility

Resolve

Relax Into The Release

Home

Power

Joy

Faith

forgiveness

victory

Liberation

Healing the love reflection

Allowing

Union

Trust the Passage

In Praise of the Dark

Gratitude

Die Before You Die

Vision

Possibility

Sovereignty

Vitality

Strength

mother of us all

the great choice

confidence in no control

The belly of love

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