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By Bonny Tydeman
NO-ONE KNOWS
No-one,
No-one knows what’s going on.
The universe is too vast a mystery.
Existence presents us
with a platter
of pleasure
and pain.
Unimaginable suffering
and
Sublime beauty…
Amidst the endless tides of
Life and
Death,
The waves of loss
Crash on the shores
of love.
And in those moments,
that which flows
is met by
that which holds.
And both are changed forever.
No-one,
No-one knows what's going on.
But there is grace
in the place
where what has been
meets what will become.
So go,
and find yourself there.
Between the lines of your story,
at the edge
of the unfolding
mystery of your life.
Go,
To the place
where the light touches you,
and lay a welcome mat there,
Light a candle, and say a prayer.
Go
to the places where it hurts.
Take off the plasters and gaze
into your open wounds.
for, these too, are gateways to your deepest truth...
Look not for proof
but for pudding.
Get busy cooking
up your own goodness.
Let delight in in its fullness.
Let it touch you
and tickle you,
receeve its gentle caress.
Let your light flow through you
Let it open you.
Allow it to bless you
For amidst the chaos
of our unfolding,
and the constant tides of change,
one thing
more than any other
remains.
Something so vast
and deep
and true,
it is woven in
to our very roots…
No one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But everyone here has a heart
that beats to their own song.
Everyone knows
what it's like to feel wrong.
And everyone,
Everyone
Wants to belong.
So maybe all we need to do
is learn to sing our little heart tunes.
For they are the clearest signal of our truth.
They cut straight through
The noise of fake news.
Penetrating doubt and confusion
with presence.
I see you.
No-one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But we know what it’s about.
And we move towards that
as surely as plants grow
towards the light.
So come closer dear one,
and let me bask
in your presence.
For where your light touches
the deep lake of my being,
our souls glimmer
and twinkle
and dance together.
And in those moments,
we remember
that we both belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Yes we all belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
NO-ONE KNOWS
No-one,
No-one knows what’s going on.
The universe is too vast a mystery.
Existence presents us
with a platter
of pleasure
and pain.
Unimaginable suffering
and
Sublime beauty…
Amidst the endless tides of
Life and
Death,
The waves of loss
Crash on the shores
of love.
And in those moments,
that which flows
is met by
that which holds.
And both are changed forever.
No-one,
No-one knows what's going on.
But there is grace
in the place
where what has been
meets what will become.
So go,
and find yourself there.
Between the lines of your story,
at the edge
of the unfolding
mystery of your life.
Go,
To the place
where the light touches you,
and lay a welcome mat there,
Light a candle, and say a prayer.
Go
to the places where it hurts.
Take off the plasters and gaze
into your open wounds.
for, these too, are gateways to your deepest truth...
Look not for proof
but for pudding.
Get busy cooking
up your own goodness.
Let delight in in its fullness.
Let it touch you
and tickle you,
receeve its gentle caress.
Let your light flow through you
Let it open you.
Allow it to bless you
For amidst the chaos
of our unfolding,
and the constant tides of change,
one thing
more than any other
remains.
Something so vast
and deep
and true,
it is woven in
to our very roots…
No one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But everyone here has a heart
that beats to their own song.
Everyone knows
what it's like to feel wrong.
And everyone,
Everyone
Wants to belong.
So maybe all we need to do
is learn to sing our little heart tunes.
For they are the clearest signal of our truth.
They cut straight through
The noise of fake news.
Penetrating doubt and confusion
with presence.
I see you.
No-one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But we know what it’s about.
And we move towards that
as surely as plants grow
towards the light.
So come closer dear one,
and let me bask
in your presence.
For where your light touches
the deep lake of my being,
our souls glimmer
and twinkle
and dance together.
And in those moments,
we remember
that we both belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Yes we all belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Bonny Tydeman is a poet and psychosynthesis leadership coach.
By Bonny Tydeman
NO-ONE KNOWS
No-one,
No-one knows what’s going on.
The universe is too vast a mystery.
Existence presents us
with a platter
of pleasure
and pain.
Unimaginable suffering
and
Sublime beauty…
Amidst the endless tides of
Life and
Death,
The waves of loss
Crash on the shores
of love.
And in those moments,
that which flows
is met by
that which holds.
And both are changed forever.
No-one,
No-one knows what's going on.
But there is grace
in the place
where what has been
meets what will become.
So go,
and find yourself there.
Between the lines of your story,
at the edge
of the unfolding
mystery of your life.
Go,
To the place
where the light touches you,
and lay a welcome mat there,
Light a candle, and say a prayer.
Go
to the places where it hurts.
Take off the plasters and gaze
into your open wounds.
for, these too, are gateways to your deepest truth...
Look not for proof
but for pudding.
Get busy cooking
up your own goodness.
Let delight in in its fullness.
Let it touch you
and tickle you,
receeve its gentle caress.
Let your light flow through you
Let it open you.
Allow it to bless you
For amidst the chaos
of our unfolding,
and the constant tides of change,
one thing
more than any other
remains.
Something so vast
and deep
and true,
it is woven in
to our very roots…
No one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But everyone here has a heart
that beats to their own song.
Everyone knows
what it's like to feel wrong.
And everyone,
Everyone
Wants to belong.
So maybe all we need to do
is learn to sing our little heart tunes.
For they are the clearest signal of our truth.
They cut straight through
The noise of fake news.
Penetrating doubt and confusion
with presence.
I see you.
No-one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But we know what it’s about.
And we move towards that
as surely as plants grow
towards the light.
So come closer dear one,
and let me bask
in your presence.
For where your light touches
the deep lake of my being,
our souls glimmer
and twinkle
and dance together.
And in those moments,
we remember
that we both belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Yes we all belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
NO-ONE KNOWS
No-one,
No-one knows what’s going on.
The universe is too vast a mystery.
Existence presents us
with a platter
of pleasure
and pain.
Unimaginable suffering
and
Sublime beauty…
Amidst the endless tides of
Life and
Death,
The waves of loss
Crash on the shores
of love.
And in those moments,
that which flows
is met by
that which holds.
And both are changed forever.
No-one,
No-one knows what's going on.
But there is grace
in the place
where what has been
meets what will become.
So go,
and find yourself there.
Between the lines of your story,
at the edge
of the unfolding
mystery of your life.
Go,
To the place
where the light touches you,
and lay a welcome mat there,
Light a candle, and say a prayer.
Go
to the places where it hurts.
Take off the plasters and gaze
into your open wounds.
for, these too, are gateways to your deepest truth...
Look not for proof
but for pudding.
Get busy cooking
up your own goodness.
Let delight in in its fullness.
Let it touch you
and tickle you,
receeve its gentle caress.
Let your light flow through you
Let it open you.
Allow it to bless you
For amidst the chaos
of our unfolding,
and the constant tides of change,
one thing
more than any other
remains.
Something so vast
and deep
and true,
it is woven in
to our very roots…
No one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But everyone here has a heart
that beats to their own song.
Everyone knows
what it's like to feel wrong.
And everyone,
Everyone
Wants to belong.
So maybe all we need to do
is learn to sing our little heart tunes.
For they are the clearest signal of our truth.
They cut straight through
The noise of fake news.
Penetrating doubt and confusion
with presence.
I see you.
No-one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But we know what it’s about.
And we move towards that
as surely as plants grow
towards the light.
So come closer dear one,
and let me bask
in your presence.
For where your light touches
the deep lake of my being,
our souls glimmer
and twinkle
and dance together.
And in those moments,
we remember
that we both belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Yes we all belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Bonny Tydeman is a poet and psychosynthesis leadership coach.
By Bonny Tydeman
NO-ONE KNOWS
No-one,
No-one knows what’s going on.
The universe is too vast a mystery.
Existence presents us
with a platter
of pleasure
and pain.
Unimaginable suffering
and
Sublime beauty…
Amidst the endless tides of
Life and
Death,
The waves of loss
Crash on the shores
of love.
And in those moments,
that which flows
is met by
that which holds.
And both are changed forever.
No-one,
No-one knows what's going on.
But there is grace
in the place
where what has been
meets what will become.
So go,
and find yourself there.
Between the lines of your story,
at the edge
of the unfolding
mystery of your life.
Go,
To the place
where the light touches you,
and lay a welcome mat there,
Light a candle, and say a prayer.
Go
to the places where it hurts.
Take off the plasters and gaze
into your open wounds.
for, these too, are gateways to your deepest truth...
Look not for proof
but for pudding.
Get busy cooking
up your own goodness.
Let delight in in its fullness.
Let it touch you
and tickle you,
receeve its gentle caress.
Let your light flow through you
Let it open you.
Allow it to bless you
For amidst the chaos
of our unfolding,
and the constant tides of change,
one thing
more than any other
remains.
Something so vast
and deep
and true,
it is woven in
to our very roots…
No one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But everyone here has a heart
that beats to their own song.
Everyone knows
what it's like to feel wrong.
And everyone,
Everyone
Wants to belong.
So maybe all we need to do
is learn to sing our little heart tunes.
For they are the clearest signal of our truth.
They cut straight through
The noise of fake news.
Penetrating doubt and confusion
with presence.
I see you.
No-one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But we know what it’s about.
And we move towards that
as surely as plants grow
towards the light.
So come closer dear one,
and let me bask
in your presence.
For where your light touches
the deep lake of my being,
our souls glimmer
and twinkle
and dance together.
And in those moments,
we remember
that we both belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Yes we all belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
NO-ONE KNOWS
No-one,
No-one knows what’s going on.
The universe is too vast a mystery.
Existence presents us
with a platter
of pleasure
and pain.
Unimaginable suffering
and
Sublime beauty…
Amidst the endless tides of
Life and
Death,
The waves of loss
Crash on the shores
of love.
And in those moments,
that which flows
is met by
that which holds.
And both are changed forever.
No-one,
No-one knows what's going on.
But there is grace
in the place
where what has been
meets what will become.
So go,
and find yourself there.
Between the lines of your story,
at the edge
of the unfolding
mystery of your life.
Go,
To the place
where the light touches you,
and lay a welcome mat there,
Light a candle, and say a prayer.
Go
to the places where it hurts.
Take off the plasters and gaze
into your open wounds.
for, these too, are gateways to your deepest truth...
Look not for proof
but for pudding.
Get busy cooking
up your own goodness.
Let delight in in its fullness.
Let it touch you
and tickle you,
receeve its gentle caress.
Let your light flow through you
Let it open you.
Allow it to bless you
For amidst the chaos
of our unfolding,
and the constant tides of change,
one thing
more than any other
remains.
Something so vast
and deep
and true,
it is woven in
to our very roots…
No one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But everyone here has a heart
that beats to their own song.
Everyone knows
what it's like to feel wrong.
And everyone,
Everyone
Wants to belong.
So maybe all we need to do
is learn to sing our little heart tunes.
For they are the clearest signal of our truth.
They cut straight through
The noise of fake news.
Penetrating doubt and confusion
with presence.
I see you.
No-one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But we know what it’s about.
And we move towards that
as surely as plants grow
towards the light.
So come closer dear one,
and let me bask
in your presence.
For where your light touches
the deep lake of my being,
our souls glimmer
and twinkle
and dance together.
And in those moments,
we remember
that we both belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Yes we all belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Bonny Tydeman is a poet and psychosynthesis leadership coach.
By Bonny Tydeman
NO-ONE KNOWS
No-one,
No-one knows what’s going on.
The universe is too vast a mystery.
Existence presents us
with a platter
of pleasure
and pain.
Unimaginable suffering
and
Sublime beauty…
Amidst the endless tides of
Life and
Death,
The waves of loss
Crash on the shores
of love.
And in those moments,
that which flows
is met by
that which holds.
And both are changed forever.
No-one,
No-one knows what's going on.
But there is grace
in the place
where what has been
meets what will become.
So go,
and find yourself there.
Between the lines of your story,
at the edge
of the unfolding
mystery of your life.
Go,
To the place
where the light touches you,
and lay a welcome mat there,
Light a candle, and say a prayer.
Go
to the places where it hurts.
Take off the plasters and gaze
into your open wounds.
for, these too, are gateways to your deepest truth...
Look not for proof
but for pudding.
Get busy cooking
up your own goodness.
Let delight in in its fullness.
Let it touch you
and tickle you,
receeve its gentle caress.
Let your light flow through you
Let it open you.
Allow it to bless you
For amidst the chaos
of our unfolding,
and the constant tides of change,
one thing
more than any other
remains.
Something so vast
and deep
and true,
it is woven in
to our very roots…
No one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But everyone here has a heart
that beats to their own song.
Everyone knows
what it's like to feel wrong.
And everyone,
Everyone
Wants to belong.
So maybe all we need to do
is learn to sing our little heart tunes.
For they are the clearest signal of our truth.
They cut straight through
The noise of fake news.
Penetrating doubt and confusion
with presence.
I see you.
No-one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But we know what it’s about.
And we move towards that
as surely as plants grow
towards the light.
So come closer dear one,
and let me bask
in your presence.
For where your light touches
the deep lake of my being,
our souls glimmer
and twinkle
and dance together.
And in those moments,
we remember
that we both belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Yes we all belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
NO-ONE KNOWS
No-one,
No-one knows what’s going on.
The universe is too vast a mystery.
Existence presents us
with a platter
of pleasure
and pain.
Unimaginable suffering
and
Sublime beauty…
Amidst the endless tides of
Life and
Death,
The waves of loss
Crash on the shores
of love.
And in those moments,
that which flows
is met by
that which holds.
And both are changed forever.
No-one,
No-one knows what's going on.
But there is grace
in the place
where what has been
meets what will become.
So go,
and find yourself there.
Between the lines of your story,
at the edge
of the unfolding
mystery of your life.
Go,
To the place
where the light touches you,
and lay a welcome mat there,
Light a candle, and say a prayer.
Go
to the places where it hurts.
Take off the plasters and gaze
into your open wounds.
for, these too, are gateways to your deepest truth...
Look not for proof
but for pudding.
Get busy cooking
up your own goodness.
Let delight in in its fullness.
Let it touch you
and tickle you,
receeve its gentle caress.
Let your light flow through you
Let it open you.
Allow it to bless you
For amidst the chaos
of our unfolding,
and the constant tides of change,
one thing
more than any other
remains.
Something so vast
and deep
and true,
it is woven in
to our very roots…
No one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But everyone here has a heart
that beats to their own song.
Everyone knows
what it's like to feel wrong.
And everyone,
Everyone
Wants to belong.
So maybe all we need to do
is learn to sing our little heart tunes.
For they are the clearest signal of our truth.
They cut straight through
The noise of fake news.
Penetrating doubt and confusion
with presence.
I see you.
No-one.
No-one knows what’s going on.
But we know what it’s about.
And we move towards that
as surely as plants grow
towards the light.
So come closer dear one,
and let me bask
in your presence.
For where your light touches
the deep lake of my being,
our souls glimmer
and twinkle
and dance together.
And in those moments,
we remember
that we both belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Yes we all belong
to the vast beyond
and we find our place
by singing our song.
Bonny Tydeman is a poet and psychosynthesis leadership coach.