Category Archives: Law of Attraction

Karma.

Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self;
If they deserve it,
If they started it,
If they asked for it,
If they did worse:
Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self.

Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self;
If it was unjust,
If it was unjustified,
If it was unkind,
If it was evil,
If it was twisted,
If it was unpredictable;
Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self.

Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self;
So rise up,
Fight for your freedoms,
Courage in your conviction,
Do not stop until
The day is won;
But, take heed:
Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self.

Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self;
Keep sight on what is wanted,
Create and steadily build,
Let the source of all creation
Reveal the miracle by grace,
But with honor and integrity,
Warriors true to codes of light:
Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self.

Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self;
Karma, binding law,
Heavily weighs on every soul
And returns to be resolved;
Souls light as feathers,
Seek free heart, spirit, and mind:
Anything done to another,
Also is done to the self.

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Sister.

I forgive you
Because you’re scared and you know that your position in life is not guaranteed.
I forgive you
Because you’ve been bullied into accepting a system of belief that you are less than.
I forgive you
Because you’ve been rewarded by showing loyalty to entities that are not loyal to you.
I forgive you
Because you cannot fathom a life alone.
I forgive you
Because the love you seek is the love we all seek.
I forgive you
Because someone somewhere convinced you that you are broken beyond repair.
I forgive you
Because you’ve worked hard and struggled long and feel the futility of it.
I forgive you
Because you believe that you are following a righteous path.
I forgive you
Because I understand the power of addiction – including the addictive nature of people pleasing.
I forgive you
Because you have been convinced that your power has been taken – that you never had any – that you will never have any – that you don’t deserve it.
I forgive you
Because it is within me to do so.
I forgive you
Without needing a reason or cause.
I love you.
No matter what.
No matter what.
No matter what.

Freedom.

You didn’t see it
When I was investing
In me because
To you
The only worthwhile investments
Lie
Outside built on lies
And the backs of those
Who bleed true.
I invested in
Freedom;
Not won through battle,
Nor won through purchase –
But won through declaration
That I should be free.
You shamed me
With every taunt
And twisted every
Intention
Kept in shadows.
And when I spoke
So that you may
Know
Truly what layered
And lovely
World was painted within,
You silenced me
With reproach.
Mistaken identity,
Misappropriation of mentorship,
Mislaid trust,
Doling out approval
For only that which
You deem worthy.
That which the cold
Shadow of 3am
Touches
In still corners
And deep crevasse
Only serves to
Obscure the path from
Envious onlookers.
I invested in
Myself,
The only investment
My soul knew to
Approve of.
I loosed her
Upon my life
And allowed the
Swollen tide
To carry me
Beyond time.
My choices
Will never follow
Your predicted pathways,
Because our worlds
And our purposes
Are not the same.
Eagle,
You proclaimed.
Lonesome eagle
Whose sharp-eyed gaze,
Dipping down
Among sparrows to play,
And search for
Those dwindling others
Who know these heights.
Why play the game
Of pretending
You understood,
When students teach
Masters
And ever betray
Their own corruptions,
While stalling,
Hoping to decipher
A soul’s
Silent cries?
Freedom,
Peeled from layers of
The skins sewn by
Others,
Heavy with judgement
And self-loathing.
Freedom –
Though not a hierarchy –
Still steps to climb
And sacred laws
To shed
As easily as
A mother’s tears.
Upturned truths,
Twisted
History, and muddied
Memories.
Climbing farther from
Those gnarled and
Twisted roots.
Before these
Great laden doors
To stand,
Stripped bare and
Standing tall.
I was invited.
I invested
In me.
I invested in
Life.

Solid.

I only ever wanted
Sweetness
That was never offered,
Never wanted to
Defend
Against tempers
And tyrannical siege.
I only ever wanted
Gentleness
That was never present,
Never wanted to
Feel the void of
Love’s deficit
Like a collapsed star
Removing what was Me
From the dry and
Hollow husk
Of me.
I only ever wanted
Tenderness
That told me that
I was desirable
And which stoked inner flame;
Never wanted to be sealed
In a vacuum,
Extinguishing
Every desire and daydream –
Containing me as
Some exotic wisp of air.
I only ever wanted
To feel supported
By steady measured
Consistent
Care;
Never wanted to feel
Mishandled, used, and
Expected to carry the
Weight and burden of
Big talkers’ empty promises –
Lies that cheated a future
Of ease and enjoyment
And bountiful fare.
And so, I build
On firm foundation
All that I thought
I’d find:
Solo,
Solid,
Slow and steady;
Emerald gaze set
To future mirage
Materializing
With grace
Manifest effortlessly.

31 Wishes.

1. I wish for you LOVE – the kind that swallows all sorrows and pain;
2. I wish for you JOY – the kind that is lasting and tangible;
3. I wish for you BELONGING – the kind that makes everywhere feel like home;
4. I wish for you FULFILLMENT – the kind that feels like smiling on the inside;
5. I wish for you ABUNDANCE – in the non physical as well as physical dimensions of life;
6. I wish for you HEALTH – mental emotional spiritual physical and psychic;
7. I wish for you CREATIVITY – for creation is the flex of the gods;
8. I wish for you WISDOM – that cuts through the cacophony of today’s information overload;
9. I wish for you CURIOSITY – may life always present you with magic;
10. I wish for you STRENGTH – the gentle strength of the master who has mastered himself;
11. I wish for you COURAGE – the unfaltering faith in yourself and your abilities;
12. I wish for you ENDURANCE – may your journey be gentle and may your path be easy;
13. I wish for you LUCK – may you ever be protected from the evil eyes of a jealous world;
14. I wish for you INSIGHT – may you see things as they are and may all hidden plots be revealed before you;
15. I wish for you FUN – the lasting simple joys in life that make each day like honey;
16. I wish for you CONNECTION – may you feel tethered to the earth and to your chosen people;
17. I wish for you TENACITY – may you always recover quickly;
18. I wish for you PASSION – may you taste the highest highs this world has to offer;
19. I wish for you LONGEVITY – may you continue in chosen pursuits;
20. I wish for you LEVITY – may you take life’s challenges as simply bumps in the road;
21. I wish for you INNOVATION – may you continue to create new and fun scenarios from every situation;
22. I wish for you ADVENTURE – the kind that amuses and brings expansion and happiness;
23. I wish for you LOYALTY – may you find that lasting and committed exchange in whatever way you desire;
24. I wish for you HELP – when it matters, when it’s needed, when you feel overwhelmed – may aid always appear by your side;
25. I wish for you HONESTY – may the truth always come into the light for yourself and others;
26. I wish for you DIRECTION – may your course be certain and your path be clear;
27. I wish for you INTELLIGENCE – may you ever have access to the answers that you seek;
28. I wish for you STEWARDSHIP – may you master all of life’s energies and resources;
29. I wish for you COMMAND – may you lead yourself and others to greatness;
30. I wish for you ALL of your dreams come true. May you receive the things you desire.
31. I wish I could deliver these wishes to you and to watch as they are fulfilled as they will be as you desire.
And so it is.

Anti-love

I called people out on their shit when I thought that was love.

I refused to accept people as they are when I thought that was love.

I had expectations about what another person was supposed to do for me when I believed that was love.

I held resentment and called it being the bigger person when I believed that was love.

I punished with silence instead of fighting when I thought that was love.

I withdrew out of a need to protect and out of anger when I was disappointed when I thought that was love.

I sought escape versus confronting my feelings when I thought that was love.

I worked my ass off at making money and a home instead of a relationship when I thought that was love.

I held myself in to protect others from me when I believed that was love.

I was always doing what I thought love was untill I learned that these things are what love is not.

New Earth.

Draw your brush
Across my page
And let us now
Create,
Landscapes
And seascapes
And farscapes.
Let us paint
Bridges spanning the
Gap between
Two souls severed
By heartbeats,
Beating in primal
Cages,
Unfettered by mortal
Conditions,
And seeking past
Present and future
Tense to build
New monumental construction,
Cut clear through
All confusion
And produce new
Previously unimagined
Unsullied, unashamed,
Undisgraced, and unbroken
Wholesale wholeness for all
Earth’s children.
Free love given.
Free to share.
Free to have.
Free to hold
Free to catch and release
This piscean formation.
Fiercely focus on
Expansion.
Leave the machine
To it’s machinations.
It will sputter
As gears cease grinding.
Curious children
Drawn to the freedoms
And celebration
Abandon the old
Untruths and mental
Slavery –
Unbridle themselves
From unrighteous dominion.
We attract –
We find revolt
Revolting.
Revolution requires
True independent thinking.
We seek to build
While the earth is
Destroyed by old
Paradigms set by the
Greedy.
We reject being
Needy.
We see to our own
And build
Solidly.
How firm a foundation –
With no absolute authority.
Love be our religion
And peace be our
Reade and leave each
To his own house as
We build a new
Empire.
A heaven on earth.
And so it is
So let it now be.

Foundations.

I collect my
Feelings
Like my favorite
Bling
(The ones with all
The crystals.)
They’re mine to
Hold or to let
Go of,
In my time,
In my way,
As I design.
Like everything else
Taken from me,
I treasure my
Rainbow of emotion.
The anger I was
Denied,
The envy I was
Ashamed of,
The sadness I was
Told wasn’t very
Positive;
I collect them
Like stones
And feel each
Smooth and rigid
Edge;
And when I
Choose to be
Done with them
I scatter
Them along my
Path
Like a cobbled
Pathway
Leading me home.
I don’t throw
Them at anyone else,
And they aren’t
Bargaining chips to
Cheat with,
I’m proud of my
Sensitive soul,
For only I know
The growth
It’s taken
To heal to here.
You’re not meant
To change or to
Fix me,
Don’t try to
Love my emotions away,
Just stand here
In silence
Beside me,
And you’ll see
There’s no need
For blame.
It’s not about
Fault or pointing
Fingers,
It’s not about
Re-wounding the wound;
It’s about
Autonomy and freedom,
And having faith
In grown folks
Abilities
To mend themselves
On their own.
An ounce of patience
And a dash of compassion –
Careful not to pity –
And gently stirred
In full-bodied
Embraces,
Moment by moment
The realest of
Real things
Develops and deepens,
And solid foundations
Take shape on
Their own.

Your World Is Ready.

Your world is ready
And it’s miraculous
And easy.
Don’t worry
Just breathe
And allow life
To be breezy.
Your world is ready
And it’s full of
Possibility.
Don’t hold onto
Past lessons
They’re already
Behind you.
Your world is ready
And it’s coming
Up daisies.
Seeds scattered in
Love and choosing,
Watered and
Blooming.
Your world is ready
And you’re your own
Dorothy
Swept up into a gale
And speeding to
Infinity.
You’ve already met
Your wizard and you
Know the other folks,
And they stand
At your ready
When your heels
Together click click click.
Your world is ready
And an adventure
Is brewing.
It’s custom
Made by you
And your soul’s
Divine knowing.
Your world is ready
And it’s filled
Up to the top with
Opportunities for loving.
Keep a ready eye
On the skies
Filled with rainbows
And pot-of-gold endings.
Your world is ready.
And so are you.
Just breathe.
You always already
Knew exactly just
What to do.
💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Full Credit.

You provided the tools
But I did the building.
You provided the ruler
But I did the growing.
You provided the wound
But I did the healing.
You provided the access
But I took the opportunity.
You provided a story
But I did the telling.
You provided a lesson
But I did the learning.
You provided destruction
I did the rebuilding.
You provided hope
I did the faith-walk.
You provided a means
I did the measuring.
You provided possibility
I did the choosing.
You provided an idea
I did the creating.
You provided a direction
I did the exploring.
You provided the contact
I made the magic.
You provided the vessel
I did the summoning.
You provided the faith
I did the believing.
You provided the intensity
I did the intending.
You provided a mirror
I mistook me for you.

Temporary MEASURES.

If you hadn’t
Broken my heart
I’d have never
Found my voice.
If you’d never have
Held my head
While dizzy-frenzied
Spinning,
You’d never have
Held my heart.
If you’d never
Brought me to
High-heady heights,
I’d never have
Returned so many
Beautiful times.
If you’d never
Pretended to care,
You’d never have
Meant enough to
See the job through.
If you’d never mattered
You’d have never battered
Down the iron bars
Which held me firm.
If you’d been just
Another faceless name,
I’d never have been freed
From the past’s
Icy grip.
If you had been here,
I’d never have healed;
You’d have held me
And I’d never have
Learned to hold
Myself.
If you had been
Here, I’dve continuously
Bled as the wound
Reopen; while distraction
And intoxicated confusion
Tear at my trauma
Masquerading as love.
You were a safe place
To hide, while the
World turned, funnel-cloud
And frenzied
And toppled us on our
Other side.
We walked outside
To survey the wreckage
Only to find
It would not have
Survived
Life’s storms.
What is the measure
Of a temporary
Retreat from the
Troubles we both
Carried?
It was sacred and
Full of holes
And incompleteness
Left us wanting
What is no longer
Wantable, no longer
Attainable, no longer
Holy.
Head and heart
In such disagreement
About what was never
Agreed to – it was
Only the temporary
Measure.
You’re unfeeling-free
And I await
Permanence while
These loosely knotted
Bindings flutter
Behind me like wings
And I feel transformed;
But really I am
My birthself, my
Trueself, my
Authenticself, my
Non-Temporary soulself.
Will I morph again
Before finding the
Measure of another
Like me?

Gentle War.

Bring me my
Brave and gentle warriors,
Those whose lines drawn
In sand and on sidewalks
Say “I will never
Do what’s been done to me
To any woman or man.”
Gather generals and soldiers
Whose only weapons
Are love that flows with
Ferocity,
Breaking through the cacophony
And bringing peace to the
Fight.
Gather my tender lovers
Whose merrymaking and laughter
Echo with atomic
Orgasmic intoxication
And shatter the darkest
Of nights.
Bring your weapons of
Hope and your lights,
Like nuclear vivacity
Piercing the veil of
Hopelessness and plight.
Gather ye wizards
And sorceresses,
Bring your calculations
And divinations and
Iron willpower to
Silence the fight.
Rearrange this inhuman anatomy
From her preprogrammed
Self infliction of implosive
Corruption and disease.
In this world
Such as it is,
Your stillness makes you
Super powered, and
Your self mastery makes you
Immune to the maelstrom.
You stand in your own
Power,
In the world but not
Plugged into the illusion
Of wrong versus wrong.
You have heard the echoes
Of madness,
And bravely choose to
Stand in what’s upright.
It’s not about temporary
Pleasure,
It’s not a shallow
Victory or hollow win,
It’s tranquility that’s
Real and everlasting
For all –
Not just you –
Who suffer when
Injustice is rewarded
And those who act
Nobly are attacked
By the blind.
Know you’re giants,
Gods and Goddesses,
Standing firm,
Gentle,
Peaceful,
And virtuous.
See what’s going on
Behind the curtain
And use your most
Keen weapon –
Authentic choice
Self responsible
Self accountable
And bold refusal
To perpetuate the
Cycles of destruction.
This feud ends
Here and now
With us
As we stand firm
Holding the light.

BIG.

You think you know
Me because you see
How I look
And how I walk
And how I move –
But I guarantee
I’m bigger than that.
You think you know
Me because you know
A few of my opinions
And you’ve seen my
Current habitual patterns
And you detected a
Quirk or two –
But I promise you
I’m bigger than that.
You think you know me
Because of that one time
We got into a fight
I said something that
Sounded like the truth
That I’d been trying
To hide –
But I fully endorse:
I’m bigger than that.
You think you know me
Because you’ve seen me
Laugh and you’ve
Seen me sick
And you’ve seen me high
And low and in distress –
But I must impress
I’m bigger than that.
You think you know me
Because of my gender
Or race
Or culture
Or social status
Or job
Or education
Or the way I answer
Questions on a test –
But I will assure you
As I’ve reassured the rest:
I’m so very much
Bigger than that.
Profiling me according
To a human checklist
Will fail,
Diagnosing my
Mental wellness will
Not avail
You with an iota of
Understanding until
You are ready to get:
I’m bigger than all of it.
My soul is the universe and
It flows through
Me as me and also through you;
I’m the same as that
Tree and flower
And the birds and the bees
And I’m as free as water
Carving out new landscapes
Returning love to
The seas.
I’m free as sunshine and
Moonshine and the light
From a flame.
And there’s nothing
Defining or distinct or
Hierarchical
Or special or different –
It’s uniquely the same.
I’m a glimpse of the light
As it reflects from
Your eyes
And I refract
And bend and appear
Disguised
In this human suit
Perfect for me
And the pleasures I seek.
You will see what you
Choose and ignore the rest
And I’ll let you
Because I know you will
Discover the same
When put to the test –
In my bigness you will
Discover the enormity
Of you.

Stay.

Those who would say
You’re so hard to love
Don’t really see you
And don’t understand
Love.
You’re freely given
Wild and deep with
The same fire that
Reminds them that
Nothing forever does
Keep.
You’re honest
And have no room
For hidden agenda
Nor secrets so deep
Your insides are too
Filled by
Cascading,
Colliding,
Coalescing,
Sacred geometry.
You don’t care about
Temporary pleasures
Vanity treasures
Or rumors or
Unwanted opinions
Of others.
You know what’s not
Been working,
You’re clear about
What you want
And anything less
Is unsettling
At best.
You’ve mastered
Yourself
Within as without –
Your autonomy you keep
Refusing to allow
Another to seize from you
Your God-given duties
To choice
And a voice;
No trading blame
Nor taking responsibility
For someone else’s
Action or emotional
Rebounds.
You’re wise and
Test for truth
And if shit hits the fan
You’re never far from
Your walking shoes.
It’s alright,
Sit back,
Enjoy this moment
In silence or not –
Whichever you want –
You’re free to go
Whenever you choose.
(Although,
And I’m not ashamed
To admit –
I rather hope
You’ll stay.)

Crowned.

This heaviness in gaia’s
Pelvis
As this new child
Of heaven and earth
Crowns;
And old stories
Emerge
To foreshadow
Past foreboding,
Hoping to control
And to give shape
To formless
Becoming
Form.
We taste the light
Like honey,
And walk in sway
To that angelic tune
And keeping pace
With the unheard.
We’re not pretending –
Though you would
Never believe
Reality as it
Occurs
Within us.
We see through
The unseen,
And undo the undone,
And watch the
Undertow as chaos
Bend and flow
Into something
Predictable-akin.
Our doing
Is simply being,
As purpose
Flows
Through us
As you.
We experience
That which only
Those ancients and others
May decipher
As future forgotten
Truth.
Release the grip of the past,
That old uncertain path.
Let go of what was
Before;
For we never shall
Need her again.
Children dream
Of new creation,
And masses cry
Enmasse
For relief.
We can touch
And taste and
Sense it,
Though quite out
Of sight and
Far from belief.
Forget what was
If it’s truly unwanted.
Let go if
Expired is the need.
Put away
This bridegroom’s
Fair garment,
Twas rent in twain
Under false pretense.
We carry our codes in our skins,
And each combination
Part and piece of the whole.
Wheat falls to the
Priestess’s storehouse,
As chaff scatters
Away in dark winds.

Special Order.

I knew how I liked my coffee,
I knew how I liked my eggs,
How could I ever have known
How I’d like the non-fairytale
Real-deal real-world
Real-relationship man?
I want someone to count on
Not to depend on;
Someone to catch and release
As we both choose;
Someone to want
Not need;
Someone who prefers motivation
Over control;
Someone who is open-eyed watching
And awakened contributing wholly;
Someone whose own true basic nature
Like mine is tuned to fun in simple scenario;
Someone who creates what they want
Instead of guilting or blame;
Someone who is safe to open up to
Without retribution or shame;
Someone who is accountable and self-responsible
Without punishment or attack;
Someone who is open to love or converse
And doesn’t play games with walls and silence;
Someone who doesn’t wait around
To do what they’re told;
Someone who does what makes them happy
And invites me along;
Someone who doesn’t want to soak up all the sun,
Who gives attention without demand;
Someone who doesn’t want a mother,
Or maid, or an object;
Someone who wants a true
Partner, confidant, and friend;
Someone who sees me as I am
And who can’t wait to tell others
What you see in me that I can’t;
Someone who isn’t invested
In taking, using or hoarding;
Someone who is honest and transparent
With pure intent;
Someone who is as loyal and won’t leave
When they’re asked to step up to the plate;
Not a big talker, or big spender,
Or flash in the pan;
Just simple and easy and
Present and resonant.
I’ve no one to run from,
I don’t need a hand-out,
I’m not damaged goods,
I’m alone but not lonely
And I’m peacefully
Joyfully thriving.
It could all be so simple
With a split-second choice
And the universe deliver
What we’ve been conspiring
To reveal –
The difference now,
I listen to myself first now,
I easily spot all the
Red flags and caution signs,
My peace is too pure
To throw it away
On pretenders and boys.
So I’ve given my special order
Like Mary Poppins’ chimney wish,
And now on about my business
Let the universe attract and fulfill.

Let Go.

Do you remember
What the world was like
Before you were told
Toughen up,
Be strong,
Be bad,
Be savage;
Hold it in,
Don’t cry,
Don’t show weakness,
Don’t let even one person
Get over on you,
Get into your heart,
Or into your mind
Or into your lane.
Do you remember
Sweetness
And cuddles
And warmth
And freedom?
Do you remember
How it felt to
Just be:
Summer dewy grasses
Tickling bare feet
And birds singing
Tinkly-chortle-songs
Through verdant trees?
Do you remember
Trust
And faith,
Before they took from
You childhood’s grace?
Do you recall
The breath of the
Breeze
And the smell of
Wet metal
After precipitant
Release?
Can you travel
Backwards,
Eyes closed,
Breath held
For just another
Sweet moment
And be the you
From your birth;
Without the quills
Sewn under your
Skin by others
As phantom-protection
From artificially
Mass produced
Illusory dangers –
Thier screams rising
To crescendo
Please let us go!
Step out of
Your fear
Look around you
And see
The world as she is
Quite nurturing.
The battles are
Fought
Mostly inside
In spite of
The make-believe
Dramas told
Round cold tv light.

Hear Hear.

I found my voice
And so I started to
Speak –
But did I
Forget to
Listen
Or is it a question
Of hearing?
And what did I
Forget to hear?
When so many voices
Clamoring for the
Attention
Of the silent ones
Formerly only
Observing,
What is this
Maelstrom made of
Many voices singing
Their trauma and drama
In harmony
As many in
One accord?
Is the only true
Unity
In complaint?
And when we hear
The discordance of
Falsehoods
Ring out like
Metal on ceramic
Bashing what was pure
Into fragmented
Shards of divinity;
Do we have the stillness
To discern
The spiral
Of creation
Which presses upon us?
Are we
Thinking
Or feeling
Or speaking;
And can we
Recognize the difference?
Can I love that
Which I still believe
Incapable of loving?
And can I allow to
Heal
That which I judge
Incapable of healing?
And can I allow?
Can I allow?
Can I release from
My clutches
That which carried me
In a basket
On a sea of tears?
Can I simply allow
That which is seeking me
To arrive with certainty
Without my clutching
To some abstract
Idea of formalized control?
Where is located
That final
Alchemical combination
Of imagination and
Blindness?
It’s been written;
It’s been dreamt;
It’s been asked for;
It’s been summoned;
It was promised
Before any of this
Ever unfolded,
In that abyss where
Childhood called the bet.
Time has been
Fluid,
(Or is it the observer)
And space unraveled
And folded into
That paper lantern
First lit
With the breath of
Ancient reds.
Primordial forces
Unleashed from the tomb
As the mother
Ankle deep in the womb
Of gaia
Danced
With pernicious
Delight.
Tonight
I’ll glide with starlight
And see what can
Still can be seen.

Dichotomy.

Don’t want to be controlled
But I do want to be chosen.
But want the respect
For commitments to be honored;
And when the choosing is through
Want the dignity of
Necessary conversation;
Not making it about me –
Not all about you.
All things must evolve –
All starts have their
Finishes.
Don’t want temporary
Nor a permanent lie.
I don’t want to be owned
But I don’t want to be shared.
Don’t want to control
But don’t want to be blind.
Don’t want to dominate
But don’t care to submit;
Equal exchanging
Sacred energy’s gift.
Want clarity,
Transparency,
And connection;
Not out of obligation
But out of obsession.
Want to feel wanted,
Want to feel steady,
Want safety that allows
It to naturally unfold.
Want open doors
Not walls,
Want solid bridges
Not moats,
Want ease,
Want fun,
Want green flags;
Want what I thought
I was getting
But never got.
Want self-responsibility
That leaves each to her own
But seeks creative cooperation
Where together everyone thrives.
Want the things that aren’t logical,
Want to be wholly unreasonable,
Want to defy sensible,
Want to give over to impractical.
Want super synchronicity,
And excited soul-discovery,
And sober-drunken revelry,
And peacefully
Flowing from here till infinity.
Want what’s been promised
Lifetimes ago
To finally have an easy
Path unfold
To finally have time
And space just to play
And explore every minutiae
Of Mother’s broad face.
The thrill of chasing
Life’s unattainable
Intangible
Unsustainable
Dichotomy –
The feeling of home
With an eternal best friend.

Allowable.

You’re allowed to take up space.
You’re allowed to show your face.
You’re allowed to be heard.
You’re allowed to be seen.
You’re allowed to be angry
And to seethe with righteous rage.
You’re allowed to feel broken
While you wait for the pain
To subside into healing
And to rest and to cry and to
Give in to dark tides
And to be weak
And to feel small.
You’re allowed to be emotional
Or emotionless
Or stale – stuck on a feeling
You can’t seem to escape.
You’re allowed to be loud.
You’re allowed to scream
With wild beasts
The words composed by your heart
As it beats sonnets
To you in private –
That pulse your
Private inward universe –
The inverse of
What’s typically acceptably known –
Singing you awake
As you take a moment
To plan your next play.
You’re allowed to be
Exactly where you are
For as long as you choose
To be exactly You –
Whichever You –
You choose to show up as.
And you’re allowed to
Decide –
Where to go to from here.
You can rest
You can withdraw
You can be silent –
Saying everything
By saying nothing at all.
You’re allowed to run forward
Swift as March winds,
To gallop with wild mares
Or soar o’er verdant trees
Slooping and looping
Through currents high
Above blues and greens
In that space between
Space and cottony clouds.
You’re allowed to
Roll slow
Like innocent brooks
Sunning and tumbling
Slipping over sand and silt
Gentle treasure flowing
Steady and enjoying the view.
You’re allowed to sleep,
To surrender
To that dark unknown,
To slip into that space
Beyond wakeful control.
You’re allowed to not know,
To not plan,
To not strive,
To not measure,
To not compare,
To not push,
To not try.
You’re allowed grace.
You’re allowed love.
You’re allowed peace.
You’re allowed tender embraces
And sweet breathy sighs.
You’re allowed ease.
You’re allowed to just be.
Be.

The Cost.

Love isn’t a commodity.
There’s no work
That must be done
Nor is there a
Minimum purchase price.
There’s no exchange rate
Or reciprocal requirement.
There’s no check list or to-dos.
No applications to fill out
Or proof to provide.
There are no business hours
Or coffee breaks
Or vacations.
There’s no formula
Or equation
Or recipe.
There are no rules
Or laws
Or terms
And conditions do not apply.
Love is who you are.
It’s who I am
And when we connect
It flows freely.
We open ourselves to love
And we close ourselves off.
It’s a choice
Preceded by thought.
When you’re not
Even trying,
Not even looking,
Not even paying attention
That first spark lights up
The darkness
And you’re flooded
By the light of love.
In the beginning
It’s easy to snuff out,
To run from,
To cover up.
But the brighter it gets
And the more intensely it burns,
The more it consumes
The ego or will.
This is that wild nature of love.
It takes on its own life.
You feel as though
You’d truly do anything,
Go anywhere,
Give everything
For this love.
And the human inside
Wishes to remain in control,
To protect or defend,
To regulate the flow
Of that which
Will not be contained.
And this is where
We attempt to impose conditions.
We say that we will
Stop flowing
Our love
If we aren’t
Adequately compensated.
But the true nature of love
Is limitless
And so
Once you try to control love
As a commodity,
You will find
There is never an end
To your needing.
There will never be
Another person
Capable of meeting all conditions
Because of the
Infinite nature
Of love.
No human has
The capacity
To pay this price.
No human will ever
Compensate
For love
When it becomes
A capitalistic venture.
You will never find a being
Who can truly afford
The great price
Which love requires.
If love cannot be given freely,
If love cannot flow
As naturally as the tide,
If love is measured and defined
In order to be channelled or
Controlled or
Driven or
Used –
Then love is murdered.
Just as suddenly as
That first spark
Of love appeared,
Love will be snuffed out
Or will rampage the landscape
Consuming all in its path!
No earning
No proving
No working
No solving
No exchange
No buying
No bribery
No blackmail
No stealing
No tricking
No deceiving
No begging
No studying
No figuring out
No fixing
No creating
No forcing –
Will ever create love
Where there is no flow.
When you find
That love has left,
When lovers’ hearts
Close,
You may wait
Patiently
For love to return
But no forcing
Or will
Can replace
What once freely
Grew inside.
Love comes and goes
According to it’s own
Plan and design.
So choose well
The types of people
Whom you would like
To share your
Priceless
Precious
Loving life with,
And immerse yourself
In love
When it chooses to stay,
And release with gratitude
When it fades away
And send it freely
Into the world
When you are feeling unloved.
You are love.
Your natural state is loving.
Love can only be returned
Where there is an opening
And space to receive it.

Soon.

Soon,
You’ll find the one
Who loves you
In ways that
You’ve always dreamed
Of knowing love.
Soon,
You’ll find the one
Who will make you feel
As though your
Absence brings them
Pain.
Soon,
You’ll find the one
Who finds your
“Too much”
Just enough.
Soon,
You’ll find the one
Who communicates
In ways
That let you know
For certain
You’re the one
They’ve decided
They just won’t
Be without.
Soon,
You’ll find the one
Who you never
Have to guess –
Never have to wonder –
Never have to feel
As though your
Preferences are
Too picky –
Too shallow –
Too lofty –
Too complicated.
Soon,
You’ll find the one
Who never makes
You feel wrong,
Who never leaves you
Longing
For more
Than they can give.
Soon,
You’ll find the one
Already grown,
No more fixing,
No more raising
Other mother’s sons.
Soon,
You’ll find the one –
It’s not a matter
Of healing
Or changing
Or compromise –
It’s simply your
Preference
And you manifest
That one
With each beat
Of your loving heart.

What If?

What if
Your secret special
Super power
Was being you?
What if you
Were a god
Or goddess undercover?
What if you
Were really an
Object of worship?
What if
Absolutely everything
And everyone
In life was
Built especially for
And because of
You?
What if
You mattered
Far more than
You could possibly
Know?
What if
You were everything
To everyone?
What if you
Were THAT
Person?
What if
Everything you did
Was magic
And everything you
Touch was gold
And every breath
You breathe was
A miracle?
What if you
Were just adored
By every person
Who meets you?
What if
You were
A magnet for love?
What if you
Were the treasure
At every rainbow’s
End and beginning?
What if the
World could change
On a dime
Simply because
You asked yourself
If it were
Possible?
What if it
Really were
Possible?
What if
You are the light?
What if
You are
Grace?
What if
You are a
Savior?
What if
You are
Peace?
What if
You are
Love?
What if…

Seemings.

To the one
Who can see
Only enemies,
Your kindness
Will be returned
As “fake”.
To the one
Who has no
Voice,
Your joy
Will be returned
As “domineering”.
To the one
Who can see
Only users,
Your boundaries
Will be returned
As selfishness.
To the one
Who can see
Only abuse,
Your voice
Will be returned
As blame.
To the one
Who only knows
Trauma,
A simple
“No”
Will be returned
With great pain.
To one who
Chooses
Thier own path,
Thier own life,
Their own feelings,
And thier own way,
All will be
Recived
With clarity,
With love,
With understanding,
And grace.

Whispers.

I have voice in my lungs
And speak gently
This is my truth:
It’s not about you –
Though there may yet
Be storms and calamity,
These seas will be stilled
By peaceful mastery –
Never by control from
Another – the direction’s
My choice and my right
To decide to turn
Rudders and sails in
Any direction – to join
The tide or to struggle
And fight
For a path
Which cuts through
To chosen destiny.
You’ll try in vain
To drain the sea,
Or to bottle the winds,
Or to wrestle control
Of my vessel from me –
All are mistaken and
You’ll only tire out,
Your belly will rumble
And ache and the wildness
Of winds never will break.
My vessel will ever be
Free to embark or to
Drift as my soul
Sees fit – you’ll
Only be torn from
Your shores and divided
Limb from limb.
So listen my love,
When gentle hearts
Roar in whispers
Making sweet requests –
Listen, for I’ve lost
All patience for struggle,
And fights, and untangling
My life from another who
Would attempt to snuff
Out this inner wisp
Of a light –
Thinking it a danger
Hoping to control
That which chooses
To abide for a time.
Tune your hearing to
The simple small tune
And dismiss not my
Asking for I’ve granted
Access to you
In this place
Where few ever enter
And none may stay –
Linger long as a friend
Or be on your way –
For no roughness,
Nor violence, nor
Wrath may abide –
I’ve no room here for
An enemy – only peace
Grows inside.
Slow down, take my hand,
Let us follow no lead,
For this dance has never
Been choreographed –
It’s truly divine
Birthed by creation’s
First seed.

Gentle Voices.

Can you hear
The voice of
Gentle
As she makes her
Requests?
Are you tuned in
To simple as
She blossoms in
Love’s chest?
Are you listening
For peaceful
In space between
Each new breath?
Will you join this
Slow tempo
And allow life
To provide the rest?
Will you abide in
Presence,
As this moment
Balanced delicately
On knife’s-edge
Rests?
Will you decipher
Secrets told in
Silence
And follow
Dainty steps?
What’s new can
Be exciting and fill
Life with giddy-
Bubbly heady highs,
But war wages only
Lusty murder –
Love requires steady
Trust and cooperative
Communion
To grow and breathe
And live a richly
Painted life.
No truces nor surrender –
No loss nor compromise –
Just choose what path
Is wanted, then
Look into my eyes, take
My hand and let
That joy in your
Chest be love’s
Guide.
There’s no need for
White flags,
Armor and weapons
Only divide –
There is no enemy here
Only another just
Like you
Who’s grown weary
Of the fight.

The World is a Helpful Place.

This is a paper I wrote last semester for soc2. I could add to this recent events which bring to light systemic corruption which allowed yesterday’s events to even occur.

Remain in love and light.
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The World is a Helpful Place.

The world is a helpful place. Our textbook presents data and research on the various failings of social institutions in the US and the resulting despair, corruption, disenfranchisement, and grim outlook. (Henslin) Although the information we study combined with myriad social issues we face today make the world appear hostile and unfair, the world, indeed, is a helpful place.

Consider the time periods in the past wherein various forms of government practiced extreme control of the people and nearly every factor in life was predetermined by status. A ruling noble family had a duty to protect and provide for the peasant farmers. A general or decorated war chief had a duty to “Queen and Country.” Men would have been obligated to provide defense for the women and children at home, provide new opportunities to expand control of resources, and to provide resources for said women and children. Men not fighting or politicking would have had a duty to a trade or profession most likely dictated by class. Women would have had a duty to educate children, create and maintain a home, and defend the home-front in the absence of a husband at war or engaged in travel or trade. Children would have known what their role and duty was well before reaching apprenticeship, marriage, or a career. (Hanagan) Indeed, the freedoms we exercise today have been largely taken for granted as society has evolved. Although wealth created certain privileges, we have no proof that the wealthy are any happier. If the wealthy enjoy a less stressful and happier life, we have no proof that the poor do not have that same happiness with life – blissfully unaware that there could ever be another way.

Documentarians who visited the third world and lived among the poorest people in the world found interesting data. The title The Happiest People on Earth says all we need to know. The people who are barely surviving compared to western culture are the happiest. During the course of the documentary, director Bello Galadanchi uncovered the contributing factors of this happiness are isolation, strong community and family ties, and an attitude of love for life and gratitude for everything life has to offer. Because the people featured had so little, they appreciated it all. Because they had so little, they relied on family and community ties to work together and care for one another. Because they were isolated, they had no technology to constantly advertise to them and so there was no desire to purchase and consume items. Value was placed on family and tradition versus “stuff.” (The Happiest People on Earth)

By contrast, industrialized capitalist nations are inundated with technology- including the technology to record video and edit the resulting footage into a documentary to show to those in wealthy communities how others live. This is helpful in designing a better future for both the industrialized and non-industrial nations. The world gives us ample opportunity to discover and explore what is really the most meaningful to us and our lives by examining a variety of cultures and how they thrive. This exploration helps us to see where we came from, how we got here, and how to better improve lives for all people on Earth.

The recent tragedies around Black Lives Matter and the murders of African Americans, (mostly males) by law enforcement have brought to the forefront issues which previously lived in the shadows and went ignored. If it had not been for the shutdown of COVID and resulting dependence on media for entertainment, many people would not have seen the horrific video evidence of George Floyd’s murder. It was a tragedy that shocked so many and yet, the world is a helpful place. We finally had irrefutable evidence in our newsfeeds and on TV of a system of institutionalized racism which spurred important conversations among families, religion, political representatives, scholars, and researchers. We uncovered groups of people who perpetuate racist ideals and we identified possible solutions to reeducate people and weaknesses in our system. (Hill, et al)

The world is a helpful place. Prior to COVID-19 we had a growing number of viral and bacterial outbreaks which were largely ignored by the American public because they did not seem to affect too many people. (WHO) A simple Google search returns article after article where we still see places with low population concentration where “anti-maskers” have shown a rebellious outrage at the idea of the Government trying to protect their health and the health of the nation by enforcing mask regulations. Prior to COVID, the education system in the US had been brought under scrutiny. With the wild uneducated speculation and resulting movements which deny science, we see that American ignorance is deadly. (Henslin) Another Google search will return many articles reporting spikes in numbers after many social gatherings by young adults. Famously, spring break in Florida and the reopening of the Disney World Theme Parks caused enormous spikes which were immediately dismissed by those “anti-maskers.” And despite media attention, many Americans, regardless of political affiliation, still believe COVID-19 to be a hoax. One article reports as many of 75% of Americans believe a conspiracy theory about the legitimacy of COVID-19. (Schaffer) My sister is a nurse. It is not a hoax. COVID-19 has shown us our failings and weaknesses. Our dependence on media has brought this and other failings into the limelight.

The world is a helpful place. If you look at numbers throughout US history, the statistics are clear: War, crime, poverty, and other social issues are on the decline. (Henslin) We believe they are getting worse due to the constant stream of media attention on the problem and very few positive reports of change and actions which benefit Americans. Indeed, human beings are habitually wired to seek out the problem and only do something about it when it is loud enough. The fight or flight instinct has conditioned us to look for danger. On the other side of fight or flight are reason, creativity, innovation, and play (work for enjoyment versus pressure to perform). These four elements are abundant in the world but have been conditioned to emphasize attention to problems. Even our US system of dissent dictates that the squeaky wheels get greased.

Once upon a time, I believed that companies had vested interest in keeping a highly educated and happy workforce. The exchange of money was important to the company to stimulate the economy by creating a cycle of payment to employees who will then spend money buying from their own employer and other companies who their employer may also have investments in. Infusing the economy with educated and skilled workers who are adequately compensated reduces crime and poor health which reduces costs to everyone – especially companies who spend enormous amounts of money to protect themselves from cyber and real-life theft and on employee health insurance. A better paid workforce is good for everyone.

I used to believe that politicians entered the political arena to make change for the better. Lawyers, judges, bureaucrats, police, and the military were viewed as being there for our own good. Corporate billionaires were believed to be caring people who relied on the teeming masses to support their lavish lifestyles and thus viewed this relationship as harmonious and beneficial to their personal interests as well.

Today, public opinion is highly skeptical and low on trust. We are shown evidence of corruption and theft and we believe that those who are corrupt perpetuate the entire group. One bad billionaire spoils the bunch! With world poverty, climate change, and war being unnecessary now due to technology, we see the wasteful habits of the middle-class and the overindulgences by the upper classes as being criminal when there are others still suffering – despite the numbers which show that we are doing a lot of good in the world. If it were in the best interest of companies to invest in these social issues, we could eliminate them easily with little loss by the wealthy. The impetus to continue to do things in the old ways die out as social ideologies change; and dissent demands change.

The world is a helpful place. And it continues to grow in its helpfulness. As we evolve our ideologies evolve. Humans have been through revolution after revolution wherein “the people” have wrestled the freedoms over their own lives and destinies from the “powers that be.” The prisoner’s dilemma dictates that due to low trust, people will always choose their own self-interest versus the interests of the people. High trust creates community, cooperation, and love for life as witnessed by documentarians.

The world is a helpful place and when viewed as such we see a clearer picture. Free public education, state sponsored college education for the poor, entitlement and wealth transfer programs, large-scale food production, efficiencies in all production, telecom, the cell phone; all just a few examples of the helpful world in which we live. (Henslin) And if we foster these relationships around trust and helpfulness, we eliminate the need for dissent and public disruption. And the world is so very helpful that we are learning that now, as we navigate both the bright and darker sides of 2020.

The world is a helpful place. It’s our job to shift our perspectives and see it that way again so that we will walk in the direction of unity and community versus division and disenfranchisement.

References
Hanagan, Michael. “Ruling Families and Dominant Classes in Modern European History.” Sociological Forum 1990. Periodical. 2020. .
Henslin, James M. Sociology: A Down-to-Earth Approach. Parson, 2012. Texbook.
Hill, Evan and Christiaan Triebert, Drew Jordan, Haley Willis and Robin Stein Ainara Tiefenthäler. “How George Floyd Was Killed in Police Custody.” NY Times (2020). 2020. .
Schaffer, Katherine. A look at the Americans who believe there is some truth to the conspiracy theory that COVID-19 was planned. n.d. 2020. .
The Happiest People on Earth. Dir. Bello Galadanchi. Dolar Pictures. 2015. 2020. .
World, Health Organization. WHO.org. n.d. Website. 2020. .

Peace.

Peace is
When my own voice is enough.
Peace is
When my own touch is love.
Peace is
My life my way.
Peace is
Feeling whole each day.
Peace is
There’s nothing to want.
Peace is
I’m just me – no front.
Peace is
Every moment a gift.
Peace is
Life fully lived.
Peace is
A prayer in each breath.
Peace is
Contentment and rest.
Peace is
Joyful laughter each day.
Peace is
Whatever I say.

get Real.

My heart is too big
For just being friends;
My time is too valuable
For open without ends;
My mind is too sharp
For dull pretense;
My love is too deep
For shallow tides aflow;
My arms are too strong
For temporary drifters ablow;
My light is too bright
For black holes of woe;
My steps are too sure
For wanderers lost long ago;
My world is too peaceful
For war fought only for show;
Bring me hearts open,
Stop time with me,
Speak your mind without filter,
Dive with me into love’s depths,
Wrap me in strong arms,
Show me your light,
Walk with me through
This peaceful life.

Love and Light.

Love and light
I send unto you,
Not for you but
For me.
Though there is
No fault nor
Blame,
Though there is
No cause to feel
Shame –
I send love and
Light because
All disruption
Lives within
Me.
There’s no
Pain you’ve
Caused me nor
Hurt that I’ve felt
That you could ever
Undo.
If anyone is
Holding onto the
Poison,
It’s me.
I may have every
Reason
And every justified
Excuse,
But my soul
Longs to sing
A higher pitch.
I cannot return
To the heights that
I crave
With this anchor
I’m holding
Within.
I remember the
Wound and the
Wounding,
And anger returns with
A fire –
So I stoke the
Embers and
Utilize
Their ferocity to
Carry the light.
I smile and send
Love.
I send light because
That’s my right.
I’m connected
By my soul’s
DNA to the
Infinite source of
Love –
There’s never an
Empty well,
There’s never a
Dark night.
I cannot exhaust
What flows freely,
What’s given without
Condition or
Due.
So when I think
Of how another’s
Wronged me,
I send love
And light
And feel my spirit
Return to her
Place of
Peace within.

Lovelife.

I held fast
To a purpose and
Plan,
Until someone
Told me
That I deserved
Better.
I gave as I
Chose,
Not to you,
Not for you,
But for me
Because I wanted
A good
And glorious life;
Until someone
Told me
I should expect more.
I didn’t mind,
I could handle
The little
Setbacks and
Disappointments,
Because I had me
And I was enough
Until someone else
Told me
That I wasn’t.
I wasn’t hurting,
It didn’t feel bad,
I was my own
Woman –
Perhaps a little
Naive,
Perhaps a little
Shy –
But happy with
Me,
Okay with myself,
And intent on
Living
For no one else;
Until someone else
Told me
I should have
Held a much
Bigger world.
I chose
To want.
I chose
To desire.
I chose
To reach.
I chose
To aspire;
To climb,
To stand,
To run,
To crawl.
I listened to
The judgement of
Very broken
And confused
People, who
Turned love
Around to be
Used as a weapon
Or tool or a
Loan,
To barter for
Things
To blackmail
And blame.
I’d no
Sense of what
Life would be
When lived with
Conditions
Setting the rules
Of the game.
Now I’ve traveled
Full circle
And back at the
Start,
I’ve turned
Inward and outward
And poured out
My heart,
And what I’ve found
Inside has never
Changed,
Just was twisted
And confused
Out of loneliness
And pain.
The love that I
Offered was never
Repentant,
But I’d never
Blamed it a sin,
I’d only wished
For a clear
Crystal vision.
It may have been
As good as it
Could ever have been,
Those who played
Their roles
Did so with
Perfection,
And I needed things
Which others could
Never afford for
I needed to see
That yes,
I was always
Worthy;
Even though satisfied
With a whole lot less,
I’d have wasted
Away and apathy
Would have had
My best.
I never needed
Nor wanted
A thing
From anyone else,
It was always
Me:
I’d needed to
Be true to
Myself.
So here I am
Right back at the
Start,
Feeling as though
I’ve learned
That life’s really
A farce.
Fools playing games
Protecting their
Hearts,
And I’m the
Biggest fool
Because I know
Better than
All.
There’s nothing
To lose,
There’s nothing
To bruise,
There’s nothing
To hurt here,
There’s nothing
To waste.
The openness of
A young naive girl
Made the wisest
Companion,
For nothing was
Ever at stake.
There was nothing
To lose and
Everything to be
Built,
By tending to
Herself
And allowing her
Partner to be
Who he was
Whatever that
Meant;
Because she was
Content
With her life
Small and
Well-lived in.
This adventure
Has taken her to
Far and foreign
Delights, and
She’s laughed her way
Through,
It’s been
A helluva
Ride.
Perhaps there’ve
Been disappointments –
More than a few –
And maybe some
Loss and love
Misplaced.
But what really
Is ever
The fear?
What is worth holding
Back for?
What is at loss?
No one can ever take
Me
From me,
And no one can
Ever cause
My spirit
To flee.
So playfully
Open,
Patient and wise,
I continue to
Adventure
And look
To the horizon.
It’s not about
More,
It’s not about
Worth,
It’s not about
Having what I’ve
Always deserved.
It’s about
Time –
It is time –
The convergence
Is true.
All paths lead
To this one,
All steps
Carry
Me to you.
There’s nothing to
Protect
Or defend,
But this time
I begin with
Abundance
Via experience
And wisdom –
This new love
Life begins.

Storybook.

Do you remember
Who you were
Before they told
You what to fear?
Do you remember
The peace inside?
Do you remember
Feeling as if your
Life were simple
And complete?
Do you remember
Having all you
Ever needed,
Desiring only
For the joy
Of others?
Do you remember
Wondering
What suffering meant,
For that too
Was as strange as
Reasons for another
To ever choose it?
Do you remember how
It was always so
Easy?
How you watched
The world through
Unclouded lens?
Do you remember
Choosing to see
The narrative
Which others said
Was reality
Playing pretend?
Do you remember
How freedom felt
Before you felt
Guilty for
Being free?
Do you remember
Limitless possiblity;
Every wish a certainty,
Every desire a
Probability?
Do you remember
A time before
You were taught
To seek out the
Fear of another,
To attempt
To decipher
Their misunderstood
Reactions to genuine
And heartfelt
Love given
Abundantly?
Do you remember
What it was like
To be easy
And open
And willing;
To walk sure-footed
And confidently
Into each morning?
Do you remember
Knowing that some
Loving entity
Answered every
Prayerful request
And noticing how
The best always
Manifest?
Don’t you remember
What it was
To masterfully be,
Before someone
Filled you with
A recipe for cynical
Archeology?
Don’t you remember
Looking for answers
When the question
Was simply –
“Why is my love
Met with punishment
When I feel only
Like giving freely
And expecting
Nothing
But to continue
The fun?”
I’ve already seen
There’s a different
Capacity,
And not all are capable
Of untangling
Thier web-covered
Walls.
I’ve never understood
Why letting go
Wasn’t easier,
Until so many
Disappointing and
Destructive lovers
Took what was given freely
And gave to others,
Seeing me only
Broken
As they saw themselves
As I waited
In vain for
Them to stand tall.
Listen to words
Of advice from
Well meaning love
Veterans
Telling me to
Be guarded and
Stingy
And to hold on to
My heart;
But they have never
Seen a masterful
Sorceress
And misunderstand love
In its abundant
Ever-flowing
Natural flood.
When you are made of
The same stuff
As gods
And the universe,
When you are love
As it flows o’er
Gaia,
When you are
Peaceful inside
And have no need for
Defensively guarding,
You choose where to
Allow yourself
To flow.
You give whenever you
Desire to give.
You serve as you
See yourself
Fit.
You are love
And thus
Nothing is ever
Wasted,
No one may
Betray you
If it’s your
Choice
Where to place
Each surely met step.
When you measure
And mete each
Playful exchange,
And you bare
Yourself and
Judge what distance
You tread,
When you open
And close as naturally
As any heart’s
Chambers,
No missing
Or lacking
Intrudes
On fine
Temple walls.
So let others
Have their rules
And hard lines,
You’ve seen their
Reliance on a black
And white code.
Your life is
Fully lived by your
Infinite spirit
And you decide
How to interpret each
Storybook’s
Close.

Tension.

See this gilded
Door part-open,
The world to which
It leads is a
Universe
Within.
The keeper of
Entry does
Not require
Payment,
For no price
Could ever afford.
It is a question –
Answer true –
Is this what
You wish to
Bring with you
As you walk into
The holy
Of holies?
What is it that
This vortex
Shall deliver
On cue?
Bring only
That which is worthy;
What’s wanted,
What’s desired,
And what’s healthy –
That which blushes
With love’s hue.
Leave out
All pretense
And half measure,
Abandon that which
Cannot be a
Boon and add value,
Cast away
Those who would
See you damaged
Or used.
This cherished grand
Entry is your
Access –
Private portal
To a tidal flood
Of creation,
Of a life
Lived fully
And expressed
In multidimensional
Hue.
See the tapestry
Of life
Flowing through you,
And see cords
Bringing heaven to
Gaia
Green and blue.
Whatever is asked
For is given,
It’s not even
A matter of faith.
The law is
Your birthright,
Your companion,
As you manifest
Life’s treasures;
All that’s requested
Is surrendered
Without adieu.
So take
Time
Beyond this
Moment,
You have an abundant
Measure –
More than you know;
And consider
Deeply
What your gentle
Heart inspires
Before entering
With every
Stray thought and
Emotion
Which therein
Does seed and
Grow.
Recall the days
When you used an
Imposter
To fill
Fantastic daydreams,
Playing a part
Written for another
From the start.
Recall how you
Created your
Own dramatic
Attraction
By allowing emotion
To build on faulty
Foundation
Without cooperation
Or consent.
You created a paper
Doll
Pulled on heartstrings –
Devoid of anything
Resembling
The truth.
Fantasy stories are
Fun for movies
Books and gameplay,
The excitement gives
An otherwise mundane
Life some
Pizazz;
But when what’s longed
For is
Real and
Lasting,
No fairytale
Fantasy will do.
You see now
How to manipulate
Your own
Inner tension
How to create
The passion
You choose,
So you’re
Now your own
Captain and master,
Your life belongs
Fully to you.

Free.

Tell me
That every second
Ticks by
As an enemy,
Tell me
That other distractions
Are misery,
Tell me you can’t
Wait to see me,
Tell me when
You have other
Obligations,
You’d rather
Be with me.
Tell me
More that just
“How ya doing,”
Tell me
How you saw
A rose in
Bloom and
Tell me how
The fragrance
Reminded
My sweet smile
To you.
Tell me
I’m the one
You’re dreaming of,
Tell me
You think of
Me when you smile.
Tell me
You remember
Our joking,
Tell me
How it carries
You through.
Tell me
You can’t get
Enough of my
Touch,
Tell me you
Can’t wait
To see me again,
Tell me
You wish it
Were already
The future,
Tell me
You’d learn
To stop time.
Tell me
You’d give all
You are given,
Tell me
But only honestly –
And then show
Me –
Let me believe
I’m your
Everything.
Tell me
About myself
As only
You can see me,
Tell me
You love
Every flaw,
Tell me
You understand
How I came to
Be here,
Tell me
I’m allowed
To stand or
To fall.
Be the one
Who I’ve
Always had to be
For others,
For myself,
For no one
At all.
Be the person who
I can depend on,
Be the one
Who can be
There when –
Every time –
I call.
My heart’s open
And I’m ready
For receiving
And time’s
Taught every
Lesson she can,
Don’t ask me
To prove myself
Skillfully
Worthy,
I’m not good
At puzzles
Or mazes
Or at playing pretend
Or protecting
My heart.
If I’m what
Is wanted then
Tell me,
Show me,
And be –
Just be who you are.
But if you’re
Defending
And guarded
I’ve no
Thirst
For a battle
Or war.
Love me freely
Or don’t love
Me at all.
I love wholly
Without abandon
I love completely
Without walls
I give because
It’s a pleasure
To bring joy
And a smile
To your heart.
But it was
Never meant to
Be a requirement
It was never
Meant to be a
Chore
It was never meant
To be my job
To serve and grovel
It was meant as a
Communion
With one who
Speaks the same
Language
And one who
Expresses
As I do
And one who sees
Each measure
And returns
It because it’s
A joy.
If you’re not
Paying attention
You’ll miss it,
Every expression
Of love.
So be an equal
Participant
No sideline
Sitting
No last on
Your list
Of priority.
Treat me like
I’m your all or nothing
Because you
Truly wish to
Because you want
As I do
To create our
Loveland –
Our heaven
On earth.

Return.

When it was
Black or white
There were
Two choices,
Obey or
Else it’s a
Sin.
All of the horrors
That came from
Other’s
Voices
“Thou shalt not”s
“You are born
Corrupt
Within!”
Birthed into a
World filled with
Evil,
Where every devilish
Delight
Looks a friend,
Fading to
Nothing
To somehow
Fit in.
Beaten
By other’s
Yardsticks,
Stopping so
The punishment
Might end.
Learn to navigate
Life
Lived lonely,
Where even friends
Are playing
Pretend.
Learn to study
And measure
The cracks to
Fall through
As defense.
Learn to
Sneak
And slither,
Learn to watch
Others fall,
Learn to wait
With patience,
Learn to
Listen to all.
Hear words
With pure meanings
And see actions
As they are,
Learn to hang back
And wait
Watching
As the storybook
Rules
Are broken by
New laws.
Lean against
The tree of
Their savior
And feel what it
Was to give
Everything
To thier unanswered
Call.
Then turn to
Your own gentle
Neighbor
And see the confusion,
Minds spinning
To solve –
Each and every
Dilemma
Through rules
Meant for
Ancients;
Hear the words
“I die
So you may live.”
Whose life
Are you living?
To whom are you
Giving?
What’s your
Choice now?
What do you
Desire?
If it’s wealth
That you seek
Go and get it.
If it’s peace,
Lay down your
Arms.
If it’s love
You want
Be open,
If it’s happiness
Then that’s
Also your job!
The world is
Helpful and
Changing
Ever to accommodate
Our desires.
The question
Was lost in
Translation
It was never
“What will you
Give?”
The question
That life begs
To pardon:
“What is it that
Your loving
Heart desires?”
Blacks and whites
Work for those
Who want nothing,
Who need little
From life but
To feel safe.
Blacks and whites
Give comfort
To scared
Children
Who cannot
Believe in
Themselves.
Play the game
Of my daddy
Can beat
Yours,
Or play the
Game of
This is my choice.
My father
Is a
Gentle man
Of peace,
And we all
Preferred it
That way.
“Billy said his
Dad can beat you
But I told him
You’re the best”
My father chuckled
And shook his
Head
“I don’t want
To beat anyone up.
I probably could
But that’s not
My job.”
Next time Billy
Spoke of my father,
I told him
“My dad doesn’t
Want to beat yours.”
Billy said my dad
Was too scared
Hoping to keep
Me engaged.
I walked away.
Those who
Only know
Violence
Can imagine life
No other way,
And those who
Live life gentle
Are free to choose
How to play.
Love started
Freely given
To others at war
With all haste
Thinking they would
Love me peaceful
If only shown
There’s no need
To be afraid.
It was never
About an exchange,
Love was never
A commodity.
But the love
I desired
Was empty
And so I
Patiently wait.
My mother was
My own secret
Weapon
For those who
Would not
Hear the whisper
Of peace.
She’s quieter now
As we both
Stand on this
Shore
And wait for
The return
Of brave and gentle
Noble King.

On Time.

Gentle allowing
With peaceful
Grace
Unexpectedly
Expecting
The divine
Every time
To rise from
Meat to
Flame
And to convert,
Converge,
Into what was
Directed
Before the birth
Of time.
And when that
Which rises
Is foe
Wearing clothes
Mimicking
Finery
– When that which
Surfaces
Putrefies –
When human
Is incomplete
And deficient
– That which could
Love
Is lost.
There is no
Force or control
For that which
Will not grow.
There is no
Salve
For that which
Will not
Heal.
If everything is
An attack,
The one who
Would
Give honey
And manna
And gems and jewels
Can only
Give weapons
Of war.
You will make
Me wrong
For my love
If I stay
And love is
Never a waste.
I will remove
It from you
And you will
Seek to
Fill
The me shaped
Place
But it will
Be too late.
Our growth
Places us
On different planes
And my place
Is with
My kinder kind.
Punish and make
Wrong of me
So that I may
See
The true face
You hide.
You may
Have the trifles
Left behind
They are meaningless
Toys turned to dust
And lay scattered in
Temple ruins,
Cheap imitation
Given in haste,
Given in vain,
Poorly crafted
Is all that remains;
And what was
Intended to be
For me
Has yet to
Arrive.
This crystal
Stair
In grand
Palace
I continue to
Climb,
And take the
Substitute teacher’s
Hand in mine
To enjoy our ascent
Until we
Align –
Or climb alone
It makes no difference
To me
As I am
Whole and
Complete
And blissfully
Merrily
Joyfully
Enjoying the game
Called
Fear not
You’re right
On
Time.

Heaven.

There is a green
Plane of life
And a young god
Digging in
Rich earth.
There’s a
Maturing goddess
Still very fond
Of her own infancy
Watching,
Gently swaying
To the rythm
Of the breeze
Trough guardian
Trees who stand
Watchful and true.
There’s a rainbow
Wall of swirly-whirly
Magnetic tide
Which carries
What’s wanted
Swift and succinct.
The occasional
Winged warrior
Flits from verdant
Watchtowers,
Encircling this
Heavenly haven
Carried on
A stream of
Grace.
There’s a fiery
Father
Sending warm wisps
Of love from
His high-throned place
And round and
Nurturing mother
Receives his
Delicate embrace.
Eyes which
See the lens –
Eyes which pierce
The veil –
Eyes which
Frequencies dissemble –
Study the playful
Exchange.
There’s a private
View of heaven
Which opens into
The expanse,
And all who
Venture inward
Enter and wish
Ever to stay.