Uncle Pete

Eternal love,
I am bought to my knees.
The sadness, a shocking reminder
Of the Beauty.

Here in the realisation
Of mortality,
Lies the seed
Of eternity.

This body,
A vessel-
The tangible link
Between existence
And emptiness.

My soul
A playground for the Beloved.
The ability to feel
And be.

I love you.

Thank you.

The Passage of Time

Tonight I feel the passage of time
So close
And in the centre of that,
The timeless.

Can I open my heart wide enough,
Nay, can I see that it is already wide enough
To hold the heartbreaking beauty
Of both?

The tender curl of your eyelashes,
The pout of your lip.
The innocence in your eyes,
That brings tears to my own.

I love you as if I’ve already lost you,
For you are an un-capturable moment in time,
Your presence a constant reminder
To breathe,
To love,
To live.

In this knowledge,
I stay my hand from grasping you
Lest I cast an anchor
upon your ship.

For you are sailing freely now,
Strong and bold and true,
With the wind of life in your sails
And the beloved at your tiller.

I know that sometimes the seas will be rough,
Perhaps one day, you will even find yourself mast-less,
Broken and drifting
Upon a seemingly uncaring sea.

But I will do my best to stand staunch in the knowledge
That you are guided
By the tender hand of the unseen.
Perhaps to places deeper within yourself,
Where you see
That regardless of the shape of the ocean,
You were never once, not for a moment,
Separate from the sea.

That you are life, my child!
That you are stardust
And magnificence,
Ancient wisdom
And timeless innocence
All rolled into one.

Loving you breaks my heart
Wide open
To life.



I tried to speak to you today
Instead I hung my head in shame.
How presumptuous of me
To think that in your presence
I could say anything at all.

For how could words encompass
The unutterable.
How could my lips give shape
To the silent beating
Of my heart.

I am a temple
And you speak me.
I can only lay down my words
Rest this tongue
And listen.

For Ty


Do not be ashamed of your sensitivity!
It has brought you many riches.

You see what others cannot see,
Feel what others are ashamed to feel.

You are more open, less numb.
You find it harder to turn a blind eye.

You have not closed your heart,
in spite of everything.

You are able to hold
the most intense highs
and the darkest lows
in your loving embrace.

(You know that neither define you.
Everything passes through.
You are a cosmic vessel.)

Celebrate your sensitivity!
It has kept you flexible and open.

You have remained close to wonder.
And awareness burns brightly in you.

Don’t compare yourself with others.
Don’t expect them to understand.

But teach them:
It’s okay to feel, deeply.
It’s okay to not know.
It’s okay to play
on the raw edge of life.

Life may seem ‘harder’ for you at times,
And often you are close to overwhelm.

But it’s harder still
to repress your overwhelming gifts.

Sensitive ones,
Bring some gentleness into this weary world!

Shine on with courageous sensitivity!

You are the light bearers!

– Jeff Foster


I hold this imperfection
I hold it in my chest
I hold this imperfection,
So dear and so blessed.
I am vast enough to love it,
I am vast enough to be.
I am deep enough to hold it,
Try it and you’ll see.
I love this perfect imperfection that is me.

The Flaws of Time

When the flaws of time
Mar your world
And all seems deep and dark.
When shadows of doubt
Bind your mind
And dim your beautiful spark.
Keep opening, precious flower,
Stand staunch and strong.
You are here beloved,
Exactly where you belong.

How to Meditate

It’s funny sitting here, thinking how I might try to explain ‘how’ to meditate. See, the true meditative state isn’t something you can ‘do’ – it’s what you already are! Always here, never further away than just right here. So blatantly obvious that when you realise it for yourself you may giggle uncontrallably at the fact that you ever could have missed it!

This is why I believe so faithfully in self-inquiry.

I guess I’ll explain what this is from the perspective of my own journey. I read once that the fastest route to enlightenment is the ‘I am’ meditation. For some reason, that particular pointer sunk deep into my psyche. I was suffering from pretty bad insomnia at the time so I had many peaceful, silent hours in which to contemplate this.

Rather than the traditional route of self-enquiry, though, which involves asking ‘what am I?’ I took a slightly different tack and said over and over in my mind, ‘I am’ whilst trying to see the reality of this. Lo and behold, after many hours, I realised – holy shit, I am! I had awoken, momentarily, to the perspective of pure being. The realisation and remembering that what I am is this awareness. I am the substrate in which thoughts appear, I am still nothingness, peaceful and vast. I am this that I am! What a simple yet profound realisation.

So… how to meditate? Find out, right now, what it is that you already are. Open yourself to the possibility that the truth is closer to you than your own nose!

Rest there and let it undo you.

Soften Or Die

The Is-ness, is so solid
a chunk of This-Is-What-It-Is.
and yet, in my plight, I argue, what if?
What if, I had done it differently?
What if, I had chosen this way?
What if, I am without doubt?
As if the fists of my refusal
can possibly dent
the edifice, the stoney truth
of What is Happening.
And yet, the Is-ness calls me back,
my sweet lover, my tender reminder
that hindsight is masochistic and
foresight a case of control-freaking.
In the laughing gentle face of reality.
my mistakes are beautiful reminders
that a flaw in perfection is the master
artist, reminding us all
of the truth that is so easy
to forget:
Every dropped stitch,
Every missed calculation,
Every errant brush stoke
is genius, pure genius.
Opening us
to the grander truth,
the Ultimate Yes: No mistake
is possible and every seeming
misdirection is truly pointing
the way.
There is nothing to apologize for.
All of your mistakes are beautiful
perfections, perfectly aligned
to show you One True Thing:
This is What it Is.
When you love that,
love the mistake, accept
the imperfection,
embrace the Is-nes
There is nothing Wrong
and nothing Right.
Rumi said it already.

I will meet you there.

Lorri Ann – theawakeneddreamer.com

The Man Who Changed My Life

I was absolutely blessed to spend time with a man named Vishrant. Vishrant is a spiritual teacher who resides in the peaceful and beautiful hills of Roleystone, Perth. Before meeting Vishrant I think I thought I was a lot more conscious than I actually was! I had a whole host of deluded beliefs about where I was at and what I thought spiritualty was. I also came to him with a lot of defences intact and a load of pain and low self-worth underneath those defences.

I am a believer that on the spiritual journey one has to  be fairly self sufficient, you can’t rely on another person to figure out the truth for you. That’s truly a journey for you and you alone and you’ve got to have the balls to really look at yourself honestly. I think you also need a true and genuine inner drive to know the truth – a sincere heart, as Adyashanti would say.  In saying that, though, having a true teacher to guide you and show you where you are stuck and deluded is such a blessing. An uncomfortable blessing at times! How absolutely wonderful to sit in the presence of and hear wisdom from someone who has actually walked the path and found their way home. For that I will be forever grateful.

Vishrant taught me that resting in and as space is the easy part. He ever so gently showed me that as well as recognizing truth you also have to recognize delusion. I have come to see that if you want to be free then you have to see and undo the belief systems that keep you contracted and locked in perceived separation.

I could write so much more about this beautiful teacher and what he showed me but for now it is sufficient to say – it feels like the journey has truly begun! He lit a love for truth in my heart and helped me see the beauty within, there is so much more clarity here since sitting with him. Life is such an amazing journey!

Thank you Vishrant, thank you life.


Why People Don’t Wake Up (and how they can)

The Awakened Dreamer

A reader recently asked me, “What I really want to know is what lead to your awakening? What life were you leading that contributed to this event?” He wondered if there was a certain way to cultivate a fertile ground for enlightenment, a kind of prerequisite plan.

Well, for one, by the time I awoke from the dream that I was a separate self, the enchantment of being Lori-Ann had all but worn off. Like wall paper which had begun to fade and peel, the near fifty years of living under the spell of selfhood was lifting. As this trance loosened its grip there glimmered underneath the façade of “me”, something brilliant by comparison.  Then one day the wallpaper-thin self just fell away entirely, revealling a spacious vast nothingness full of life.

Even so, a spontaneous awakening is probably not really instantaneous, even if it looks to be sudden. In…

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