Category Archives: Motivation

Humble.

The innocent man
Isn’t who you
Believe.
He’s done wrong things
And taken responsibility for
Every one of them.
His intentions are pure
He’s just enjoying himself.
He never wanted to
Hurt anyone.
He’s humble
And doesn’t try to
Prove anything
In fact you
Might think him
Quite weak
But his strength
Is carried
In silence.
It’s not that
He claims stupidity
Wisdom is simple
And he’s observant
And measures
Each movement carefully.
Cut one time.

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.

Sutra 32.

Love is a conversation
It flows through – as.
It’s no small wonder
Poetry is the preferred
Conversation of Lovers,
Poetry, like love,
Requires air to breathe
And to spring to life;
Room to grow and to fill
The dark cavities which exist
Between worlds being
Birthed into independent
Experience.
Love requires patience
And tender nurturing
For love’s timeline does
Not bow or conform
To the timeline
Which rules flesh.
Love requires silence
To hear her delicate breath
Echoing through the silence
With no walls or bounds
From which to reverberate
And return true.
Love requires faith
For he follows no formula –
No equation or recipe or compound
Will yield that which the
Heart seeks.
Love requires creativity
For once you are
Believed
To have it,
Love will change form
And you will find empty
Palms clutching
Empty bedsheets.
Love requires humor
Lest it become too heavy
And love falls beneath you
And is lost to
Gravity.
Love requires boldness
To declare
Inwardly
And externally
That it has arrived,
For your word will
Call Love into being
Just as your word
Will send it from you.

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.

Incorporated.

My love is God in love with me.
My anger is God angry in me.
My jealousy is God jealous in me.
My resentment is God resentful in me.
My hatred is God hating me.
My fear is God fearful in me.
My awe is God in awe of me.
My bliss is God blissful in me.
My happiness is God happy with me.
My joy is God joyful in me.
My humor is God’s humor with me.
My forgiveness is God’s forgiveness of me.
My humility is God’s humility in me.
My peace is God’s peace for me.
My bitterness is God bitter in me.
My sadness is God sad for me.
My repulsion is God repulsed by me.
My judgement is God judging me.
My acceptance is God accepting of me.
My wisdom is God’s wisdom growing in me.
My intelligence is God’s intelligence for me.
My pride is God’s pride in me.
My gratitude is God’s gratitude for me.
My shadow is God in shadow as me.
My light is God as light in me.
All of me is grace
And all of me is good
And all of me is approved of
And all of me composes
The entirety
Of me.
Divine, whole, complete
God incorporated in me.

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.

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.
❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

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. .

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.

Mistaken Identity.

You say I’m broken
That I made myself small,
But that wasn’t it
You don’t see me at all.
You think I’m in hiding
And playing it safe,
But that’s not actually
The game that I play.
You say I give too much
Of myself to everyone else,
But you don’t know me,
You just don’t see.
You think I lack the ability
To speak up for my soul,
But you have no clue
Where my true motives are.
What you just can’t fathom,
What you will never understand,
Is I only wanted freedom
To live life just as I am.
I choose what to give and to whom,
I choose how to live,
I choose what to say,
I choose how far I’m willing to go.
I don’t need anything,
It’s always all been within,
But I want to have fun
And to play all day with good friends.
I’d rather keep the party going
Then hold onto all my stuff,
And I’m fine seeming small,
My own praise is more than enough.
I don’t need presents,
Or attention or gifts –
Just time spent laughing with
Someone I truly, deeply love,
Is the way I wish to live.
So you can count coup,
And tallies may take,
Draw lines in the sand,
Horde false treasure and friends.
I’ve had lifetimes of spoils,
And paths filled with pretense,
And nothing does last –
Even this dear life,
Someday must end.
So decide now what’s important
What is wanted,
How much is enough?
For me,
Each moment
I endeavor to fill with
Only my love.

Proper credit for the rose featured goes to the manufacturer of a paint by number practice that came in my art kit I was given as a gift. Thank you @Artskills of Bethlehem, PA for assisting me. The final product and background are mine.

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.

Decide.

It is not weakness –
The strength of
Teams of horses
Hold this gentle
Heart open.
It is not frailty
Which makes me soft –
I am who I am
By choice.
It is not fragility
Which asks me to
Give of myself –
For I am made of
Love
And love which flows
Freely from me
Is fierce as any
Tidal flood.
It is not shame
Which drives me –
For I am free
And hold myself
Naked
Unafraid and unwilling
To hide that which
Nature has born me.
It is not fear
Which asks me to
Bare myself –
I am fortified from
Within and that fortification
Is my own construction
And grand design.
It is not from
Brokenness –
I do not collapse inwardly
At the slightest touch.
You may interpret
Me
As you choose –
But know that my
Choice belongs to me
Wholly
And I possess all of me
And I give to who I give
Willingly
By choice
And courage
And might.
It is not up to you
To decide.

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.

Deserve.

You deserve
Better.
You deserve the
Best.
You deserve
Laughter
And joy
And sun-kissed
Clouds
And foamy tides
Swirling around
Bare and bony
Shins
Bringing chills
To bones
And the deep resounding
Love which creation
Is ever creating
For you –
Especially you –
Simply because you’re
You!
You deserve
To be held
In darkness
And in light,
Against the backdrop
Of stormy skies
And under umbrellas
Of early morning
Lights.
You deserve to
See the very
Stars
Sparkle
In lovers’ eyes
And the epoch and
Epics
Told of heroic
Peacefully truthful
Truce
Which brings the
Rose to the
Plummy cheeks
Beneath those
Crystalline eyes.
You deserve
Vanquished
Beasts of prey
Laid at ivory
Feet
And prayerful lulling
Sleepy
Lullaby sheep.
You deserve the finest
Garments and fanciest
Flesh
And the bright
Baubles and simple
Dangley
Dingle-dangle
Bangly bits.
You deserve nature’s
Ornamentation
Worn like
A satin sash
Declaring
Prized prideful
Prizes
Given freely
For simply who
You are simply
Being.
You deserve the
Wins
And victories
And celebration
Festivities
Which honor
Deeds many and
Few.
You deserve the
Sun
And moon
And stars,
The wind
And rain
And stone.
You deserve crackling
Fires
Which catch passionately
Stirring your mind
To imaginary
Imagery;
Paper dolls
Silhouetting
Your inner walls
Polished to high
Sheen.
You deserve
The world
And that which
Holds the world
Like a lover
Whose time
Has come to
Leave love
Behind.
You deserve
Every breathy moment
As it expands into
Space and contracts
Into the past.
You deserve each
Nerve ending
Stimulated
Electric
And each follicle
Gently
Tickly
Aroused
To moany
Peaks and precipices
Never before
Crossed.
You deserve
Alpha and omega
And all that
Pretends to
Exist between
And above
And below
And infinitely
Mirrored
Into our private
Pocket
Multiverse.
You deserve each
Retelling and
Replaying
Roleplay
And choosing
The same or
Different choices;
None are wrong
For they are held
By you.
You deserve
Peace.
You deserve
Satisfaction.
You deserve
Bliss.
You deserve
Love.

Universe University.

In the school
Of life
The students
Are the teachers
Even the teachers
Come here to
Learn.
In the school
Of life
The curriculum
Is soul curriculum.
We chose our
Field of study,
Signed up for
Our classes
And picked our
Study buddies
Before we were born.
Some classes
Are more challenging
Than others.
Why else would
We have come
Here?
Some souls
Choose
To expand into
Many subjects
And seek to
Master many fields
And some choose
A deeper dive
Into only one
Or two
Subjects.
Some choose the
Technical route
Some choose
The arts.
All contribute.
All follow
Their unique plan.
Some are there
Just to make the
Smart kids look
Smart.
Some are there
To challenge
What “smart” even
Means.
Some are there
To change the class
And the curriculum
For the entire
School.
An eternal institution
Must evolve.
It’s the nature
Of adolescence
To challenge authority
And to ask questions
And to find one’s
Own way.
It’s the nature
Of youth to
Want to do things
Differently.
The universe has
Supplied it’s
University
With natural
Consequences to
Everything.
Sometimes God
Shows up
As the devil
In order
To correct
A wayward
Student.
The universe is
Fully functional
And operating
Exactly as
It’s meant to.
Gaia is at peace
And the curriculum
Is the best
Available in
This time and space
Reality.
The message is
Obscured by
The channel.
Channels are
People.
People are
Imperfect.
There Will always be
Some static.
How else would
People
Question
And come to
See the
Truth
For themselves?
Everyone is
Learning.
Everyone is
On a path
There are no mistakes
Nothing is broken
Corruption is a part of
Life,
Old cells die off
So that new cells replenish.
Old thinking
Fades to obscurity
So that new thinking
May arise.
Whether or not
You approve,
The universe is
Functioning
As
Intended.
See to
Your own
Homework.
And see how
Others around
You come to you
When they want
Answers.
The time to
Study isn’t at
The frat party.
No one is listening
To you there,
And they are too
Drunk to remember.
Get your degree
And manifest
Greatness for
Yourself
And then watch
As you become
An instrument
Of the light.
Just seeing
The source code
Is not
Understanding it.
We’re all
Mr. Jones
And Mr. Smith.
The matrix was
Our choice.
Unplugging is
Free thinking.
We summon the
Universe’s defenses
By fighting against
What we agreed to.
We put it there.
We created it.
The way in which
The universe is
Manifested
Is a personal
Experience.
We designed it.
We even designed
Our heartaches
And heartbreaks.
That thing you
Keep tripping over
In the middle of
The road
Is the pot of gold
You are the rainbow
It just looks like
A challenge,
It’s your ticket to
Bliss
Next time you
Trip over
The same place in
Life’s road
Look again.
See the gold
Pick it up
Appreciate it
And watch
As the windows
Of heaven open
And pour out
Riches
More than you
Could have previously
Imagined.
The universe
Is doing
Just fine.
How are you today?

Values We Value.

Respect,
Honor,
Integrity;
Our values are
The same.
Only the faces
Have changed.
We may see
Each other
Differently,
But trust is
Still an exchange.
Who’s to say
Who’s better?
Who’s to say
There’s blame?
We still seek
Commonality.
We still seek
Pride in our names.
We’re all on
The same ball
Of trees
Circling through
The expanse.
We’re all doing
As we choose
From our soul’s
Unique pre-chosen
Plan.
Honor to me
Looks like order.
Respect allows
All others a say.
Integrity to me
Is the courage
To be myself
Always.
Unshakable
Unmistakable
Mastery
Is the goal.
Respect
Honor
Integrity
The game.

One.

I once said
That transformation
Felt like
Allowing a part of yourself
To die.
That is only a
Teeny tiny
Part –
And probably only because
I declared it.
It’s actually
Joy and
Life and
Immense love
That beams and radiates.
It’s the
Most mouth watering food
And most vibrant colors
And most invigorating music.
Transformation is glorious.
Fear not change!
It’s freedom!
It’s flight!
It’s surfing
And dancing
And gliding on a boat
And drifting on the breeze
And lying in a luxurious bed
With the best sheets
And most delightful mattress
And the fluffiest blankets
And huggable pillows.
It’s actually
Easier and
Faster and
More amazing and
Energizing
Than life before.
Thank.
You.
God.
For this life.
This miraculous world
And everything in it.
Including –
And especially –
The rainbow of people
And personalities
That are unique
And precious
And each individual treasures.
All jewels in a divine crown.
♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Pictured:

Honey goat cheese with fig jam and candied pistachios and a drop or two of pear balsamic
Greek cream cheese with honey, pear balsamic and candied pistachios
Vanilla yogurt with brandied cherry jam candied pistachios and a drop or two of pear balsamic
Candied pistachios: butter star anise clove ancho chilli and turmeric drizzle with honey and simmer until it separated and coat the nuts evenly with the candied bits
Top with fresh mint.
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I’ve been dreaming this up for a week.

#stayhome

W.W.E.P.D.

(What would an empowered person do?)
Have you ever
Done the right
Thing in the
Face of criticism
Only to be called
Evil and wrong?
What would an empowered person do?
Have you ever
Followed your soul’s
Roadmap instead of
The crowd
Only to find yourself
In the mud,
Face down?
What would an empowered person do?
Have you ever
Found yourself
Truly at
Another’s mercy
Unable to stand
Unable to act
Unable to get
What needs doing
Done?
What would an empowered person do?
What happened –
Was it right?
Was it wrong?
Or was it simply
What happened?
What would an empowered person say?
When it comes to
Other people’s
Problems and messes
And dramas,
Do you have to
Participate?
Can you walk away?
What would an empowered person do?
If it’s another
Person not keeping
Their words,
Can you be clear
And direct
And create a solution
For all?
What would an empowered person do?
What about society?
Those who are making
An impact,
Those who make the way,
Have gained the
Ways and means and voice
To break through
The same ole-same ole.
What would an empowered person do?
You may disagree –
If you know the rules
And know the game;
Then why not
See to your own
Betterment to
Really excel;
And then reach down
To others
Whose lives matter
As well?
What would an empowered person do?
Are there solutions
To be seen?
Can true change
Be obtained?
Can average people
Empowered to greatness
Really bring
True joy and blessings?
What would an empowered person do?

Time’s Teachings.

Time taught me
My old ways
Were not the
Best ways
After all.
Those old ways
Which, in old days
I fought to defend.
Past truths
Were my truths;
And none could
Dissuade
Me from my
Dug in,
Staked in,
Insistent
Refrain.
My “fuck offs” –
My defenses –
Were against
Frightening threats
Which were real
To me –
None could
Convince me
Of the need to
Change.
Awakening includes
Oneness.
Oneness knows no
Exception.
Remember when
You too were
Asleep?
What exactly brought
You to your
Knees?
If we are one,
Then where does
“Us vs Them”
Come into play?
If you too
Once were asleep,
Then where does
Division live?
Is it really them?
Or are we still
Rooting for
The wrong team?
Division is division.
Dress it up
How you choose.
Make fun of
“The others”
Make them wrong
If you so choose.
But be real with
Yourself,
Be real with the
World;
That’s not really
Oneness,
That’s just more
Choosing sides.
If we really are one
If we’re all the same
Then it’s just an
Opinion
There’s no one
To blame.

Lifecycles.

It’s hubris to believe
That your path is the same
As everyone else’s.
Some came in to
Awaken,
Some came to sleep.
Some souls made decisions
To live dreamily on grace.
Some souls came in
To turn life on it’s face.
Not all are here
To think individually
Some have decided
To play it more
Gradually.
Good people
Good lives
Productive and kind.
But not here to do it
Your way, all of the time.
Meet all where they are
Do they have any desire
For change?
Expecting them to bend
Is just judgement and blame.
So tend to your own
Awakening game
And allow those
Who are ready
To be drawn to you
Like moths to a flame.

Woke.

In my human past,
Pain and suffering
Woke me,
Shook me,
Took me;
Down paths
Crossing over
And looping
Back –
On this pre-chosen
Magical mystery hike.
In my human past,
Opinions and judgements
Programmed me,
Drove me;
To these funky
Head-games.
My human ego
Told my soul
No way,
Not yet,
I’ve got other plans.
That’s boring!
I’m snoring!
My life hungers
For more!
I walked through
Hell skipping,
And humming,
And dancing,
My way.
No mistakes –
Nothing wasted – and
Miracles ensued.
But the toll on me
Broke me,
Choked me,
And drove me;
To edges
Of humanity’s seas.
Cliffs overlooking
Human decisions
Made hastily
Wasted me,
Until down
On my knees;
I gave in,
I gave up;
That ego,
Hubris,
And pride.
Not powerless,
Not victim;
But open
And willing,
And committed
To rising again.
My soul awakening
Is taking me
Ever further than before.
As my living
Life unfolds
And my human eyes behold
Those things I never
Believed
Could ever have been
Meant for me.
Dancing and singing,
Painting and poetry,
Cleaner living that’s fun.
A life of purpose,
A life of joy,
A life of
Everyday magic.
My way
Every day –
And this is only
The start!
My future is
Certain –
Because I’m
Certain –
Who I am
And what I choose
And how to make it so;
Make it so!

Imperfect Miracles.

Imperfection
Precedes the
Miracle.
Why else
Would anything
Change?
Without faulty,
Flawed, messy,
Mistakes;
Why commit
To creating
A better new way?
More than
Building a better
Mousetrap,
Deploying an innovative
Design for today.
Imperfections call
Attention,
Providing
Vulnerability
A stage;
Where thereon
Is fostered connection,
Sweeter than anything
Careful control
Might make.
Sometimes it looks
A bit sloppy,
Before the scrubbing
Reveals roads
Golden paved –
From here
To forever,
Ever onward –
Come with me,
We’ll follow
Them away.

World Projector.

The world
Is a movie.
The canvas is blank.
The images are created
Within
And broadcast
In 3d living color,
Hi-def,
Surround sound;
Customized just for me.
It’s a choose your own
Adventure,
Pick your own
Character,
And design
Your own scenery;
Kinda avantgarde
Masterpiece.
We cast ourselves,
Pick all the supporting
Cast,
Choreograph every scene,
Compose our personal
Sound track,
Call all the shots,
And promote
Ourselves according to
Our own critique.
It’s not just a
Fancy metaphor.
Life is lived by
Design.
Every scene
Fades to our
Focus.
We interpret meanings.
We apply the concepts.
We decide the outcomes.
There will always be
External factors –
Other people,
Places,
Things,
We disagree with.
It’s your film.
How much of it
Do you want to waste
On things that
Just don’t carry the plot?
It’s your story.
How do you
Want it told?
You direct your life
As skillfully as
Any director in
Hollywood.
They’re your cast,
How many lines do you
Really want each
Role to occupy?
What are the criteria
For casting your
Story?
What qualities do you seek
When filling those slots?
Every great actor
Understands the role
And part and
Motivation
And background
Of their character.
When it comes to you
Your motives
Role
And background
Are all that matters.
Hone your craft.
Master your part.
And watch as
Those around you
Find their own way.

Good Morning Potential.

Good morning
Potential.
How are you today?
Let’s make a deal
While we sip our
Coffee and look
At God’s sky.
How about this?
Let’s challenge ourselves –
(We don’t really like
To get bored.)
Let’s take our
Usual mistakes,
Complaints,
And habits,
And look them
Square in each eye!
Let’s decide
Right now.
We’ll see how we can
Find a fun new
Masterful way
To play
And make opportunity
The new way to be!
How about we
Take a fresh look
And make a game
Of creating
A new way
A better way
Our own way
To have fun and play
With potential’s
Bar ever raising
(It’s all within reach)
And even if
There’s an
Oopsy
That too
Is
Opportunity.
In every interaction,
Every exchange,
There’s infinite time
For a pause;
To allow innovation,
To ask questions,
To create winning
Change.
So good morning
Potential
I claim
All of you today.
It’s so fun and
Easy.
Get ready,
Set,
Go play!

Excellence.

What is
Excellence
To you?
Can you
Imagine
Which attributes
A life of
Excellence
Might include?
Do you
Subscribe
To your own
World view?
Do you imagine
A life where you
Matter the most
And your opinions are
First and foremost
Your personal truth?
Can you imagine
Daily joy?
Can you imagine
Opportunities
Where problems used to
Employ
All your resources
Daily consuming
Thoughts
Feelings
Actions
And mostly reactions
To other people?
Right
Wrong
Or indifferent
What does your
Soul have to say?
Excellence can be
Subjective
Expressed in each person’s
Own way.
What is excellent
To you?
Where does your true
Desire wish to
Be carried away –
Where tomorrow
Looks perfect?
What’s up with today?
What’s the limitation?
Where are you stuck?
It’s your choice,
If you want to,
You can seize
Any day.
Every day
Matters.
What would today
Look like if it
All went your way?
It’s as easy as
A choice
To have
A very
Excellent
Day.

Personal Power.

The key
To your
Personal Power
Lives inside
Of your own
Thinking.
Become aware
Of what it is
You’re entertaining.
If you’re so
Fond
Of thinking
Lots of thoughts
All day
Like racecars
Doing figure
Eights,
Put that power
To very good use!
It’s as
Easy and fun
As watching
Nascar
Or ice skating
Or whatever it is
You like to see.
Just ask yourself
When you find
Yourself
On a particular
Path –
Is this something
I want in
My future?
If not –
Cut it out
Drop it
Stop it
Now.
What would I like
Instead?
Tell yourself
A beautiful
Fantasy
Of private helicopter
Rides
In foreign skies
Followed by
Moonlit
Dinners
On strange
Rooftops
Heartfelt
Conversation
Meeting
Of soul-minds
Learning all about
The secret
History
Of everyday
Things.
Tell yourself
The stories
You love
The ones you
Want to see
Come true.
Do it for a week
Don’t make it hard
It’s easy
And fun
Like playing
Hide and seek
With yourself.
Change the channel
And see
What new
News
Flashes across
Life’s big
Screen.
You’re thinking
All those
Thinky thoughts
Anyway
Why not
Create a beautiful
World
Within?

Alone Time.

When you’re alone –
Which for many
Is a great deal
Of time now –
Where does your
Mind wander off to?
Do you take it on
Virtual vacations
To Paris?
Luxembourg?
Rome?
Do you think up
Wishes to see
Dreams to do
And plans to devise?
You are the
Solo
Architect
Of your
Todays and tomorrows.
What formula
Have you devised
For printing your
Blueprints?
Even if
Today was summoned
By Remote Control –
What do you want
For tomorrow?
Not some far off
Circus dream
Running away
Never again to be seen…
Tomorrow as in
Tuesday to your Monday.
What could
The very next
24 hours
Look like?
So you have some
Circumstances.
Great
Start from there.
Plan to deal with
And Stick with
The needs that are
Pressing.
Homework is due
The refrigerator needs cleaning
Lord, who has toilet paper?
Perhaps if
You procrastinate today
It’s due to
Uninspiration for
Tomorrow.
What would you rather be doing?
Do you want to travel?
Great!
Have you ever
Actually researched
Your own home town?
There are cool stories
Of love
Of woe
Of adventure
Waiting to be discovered
In your own back yard.
What’s stopping you?
If you’re not sure
Perhaps you’re not
Really ready
For anything but
The same ole
Same ole.
Congratulations about your
Stuck
When you’re ready
There’s the tightrope
Grab hold and climb
Yourself
Out
Of that
Quicksand
(It’s really just normal sand
You just seem
Comfortable down there.)
So if you’re fine
Wallowing
Then wallow.
Swallow
Today and tomorrow
And enjoy your
Muckety-stuckety-suckety
Life.
When you’re ready
Life will still
Be here
All the oysters
And pearls
And diamonds
And gold
Ripe for the plucking.
Don’t believe me?
Have you tried?
Make a plan.
Try it out.
Let it be fun
Let it be imperfect
Let it be yours
However you choose
(Hey even if you choose
Miserable – that’s
Totally up to
You – Just be real
And acknowledge it’s
Your
Choice!)
A million and one
Options
Each day to explore
A million and one
Ways
For you to adore
Life
And watch as life
Adores you back!

Unstuck.

Things get broken
People get
Stuck.
People just are
Where they are –
Nothing missing,
Nothing to fix.
We’re all on
A journey,
No two are
The same.
Some paths cross,
Some intertwine,
But all walk thier
Own way.
If nothing
Was broken,
If no one’s
To blame,
Where is your
Faulty judgement?
Who is really offending
Your bickers
And shame?
I know my preferences
And they’re alright by me.
I don’t need to
Change me
To fit into
Your shoes.
It’s all in there
The good stuff
And “bad”
(Is it so bad?)
It’s all sacred.
They’re gifts –
Sometimes lessons,
Sometimes blessings –
But all serve the
Purpose of feet
To path.
If there’s nothing
To fix,
If there’s nothing
Wrong,
Then the unsticking
Is an option
As simple as
A game of
“Fun and easy”
Versus
Right or wrong.
Suffering happens
When the soul
Asks the human
To wake.
Suffering is a past
Past time –
When you’re
Centered
Tuned in
And in control
Of yourself,
Aware when your
Triggers were tripping
You up,
And exercise
Authority
Over mind and emotion.
Stop it.
Stop it now.
What ever doesn’t
Serve you,
What’s not worthy,
What trips you up.
Nothing to fix
Just get unstuck.
It’s freedom.
It’s power.
It’s a life of
Purpose and joy
To have true
Command
Over all of yourself
And your relationship
With life.
There are factors
External,
Beyond your control,
But your business
Is you
First and foremost.
To really help
Others,
To really give back,
Help yourself first,
Be steadily
On track.
Then watch as you
Bless
And shower
And rain
With real transformation
Helping others
Who are just
As stuck as
You used to be!

– I am on the path of a Great Teacher and I have a great life because I choose it to be so.

Bend Not Break.

The tallest skyscrapers
Were crafted to sway
Anything that grand
Still and solid
Cannot stay.
Trees grow stronger
In windy weather
Weathering down
Tethering down
Roots deep as the seas.
Birds flying
High and all-mighty
Learn wind’s currents
And in their ripples
Do play.
Expert surfers
Dance with mother
And allow her to tease
Their boards ever to shores
With great fun and ease.
All things do bend
Some graceful as
Flowers
Dancing on the breeze.
Some barely moving
Some bend entirely.
Life is movement
Sometimes gentle
Sometimes swift
Learn to sway
With her
Allow the lessons
And blessings
Brought by life,
This grand gift!

Act Apart.

To test their limitations
And to learn
And to keep the passion fires burning
Bored actors take on
Challenging roles.
They step inside
The shoes of that “role”
They live it for
A little while.
They become their
Greatest self
Who is not themselves.
Or is it?
To play apart
One must understand
Her role.
One must
Live it.
Have you determined
The role
Character
Part
You are playing?
What attributes did your soul
Choose for you to carry
You through?
To get you unstuck
To navigate you to
The next stage
And role
And character?
What are your disads
And what’s the
Point spread?
What do the dice say?
How many points
Did you assign
To each attribute?
Some are naturally stronger
Than the other.
Have you started your adventure?
Or are you just
Carousing at the inn?
Are you still back at the farm
Getting strong
Preparing for your future self?
Are you waiting for
The NPC to arrive
With the answers you need?
“There are rumors of brigands-”
Welp.
That was easy.
Off you go little adventurer
Go discover your role!
Do you wish to
Wrestle with what’s out there?
Do you seek peace from nature?
Do you wish to heal?
Or seek deeply within?
Do you identify strongly
With some other type of
Race?
Are you possibly
Really an elf?
Or alien?
Or dragon?
What archetype did you choose
This time around?
The roles we put on
In our nine-to-five
Day-to-day
Are just the same.
We start where we are
We have what we’ve got
And we set out
On daily quests
Bringing home bacon
Rescuing stray dogs
Whatever you do
That is your role.
Not what you wish for
Not what you hope
More than intention
What do you do
Here?
Try on a role
Let it sink in
Let it take over
Get under your skin.
But before you do that
Take a good look
What are you already doing?
What’ve you already got?
Consider it carefully
Then design it true
Down to the details
What does life look like
When it unfolds
For you?
When and how are not
Necessary
The universe has your back
But what would it look like
If your life were on track?
How would it really
Be different?
What’s the Crux?
What do you feel is missing
To create the idea
“Life sucks”?
What would it feel like
To finally win?
How would it taste
To see a new way begin
To take hold
Give shape
Meaning
Purpose?
When will you be
Really ready to begin?
Your current role
Is what you needed
It was what was there
Anything wanted
Is just a matter of
Rearranging
Rerolling the dice
Reassigning the points
Evolving each time.
Life can be a game
A real life role-play
You can actually
Choose your adventure
Today.

Sacred Mistakes.

It’s all sacred
Even the mistakes
Especially the
Mis Stakes.
Lines in sand
Taking stands
Positions
And sides
Doing the work
Sure footed
Without a single
Shirk
Of what you
Thought you knew
To be truer
Than true.
No mistakes
When sacred sides
Do take.
No mistake
When life’s
Lessons
Rolled out
Like your
Personal red carpet
Inviting you to
The grandest awards
Show
Your soul could
Ever hope to know
About.
Walk forward
Step it up
Stand tall
Play the game
See the truth
There’s not a thing
Wrong –
Nothing at all!
Choices are for
Making
Risks are for
Taking
In this
Sacred spiral
Dance of life
Play it big
Don’t play small
(Your big
Does not
Have to be the same
As anyone else’s).
Each choice has an outcome
Every outcome has
More choices
As we loop-de-loop
Along our paths
Circling and coming
Back
Sometimes to pick up
A stranger
Who forgot to look
At it all
Sometimes to see
For ourselves
The nothing back there
In the trees.
It’s all sacred
This cha-cha-cha
We do for the King.
See the path
See it true
See the lessons
The beauty
See the connectivity
Of us all
See how life is working
For you
Even when you feel
Like you’ve done
Nothing at all.
Some “mistakes”
Held dearly
Because the depth
Of the wound
Was the soul’s
Opportunity
For finally getting
A lesson
For unsticking and old
Seeming
For once and
For
ALL!
It is so!

That One Day.

That one day
Was rough
But I never gave up.
The next day was ok
Until the evening
Blew up
All around me
I still didn’t give up.
A few days later
Were fine
But a few hours
Of time just seemed
To bring
Me all the worst junk.
Guess what?
I hung in
Who woulda thunk?
A few weeks went
By
I forgot to complain
I realized things
Just naturally faded
Away.
The doubts and concern
The excuses and blame
Just seemed to go
As fast as they came.
It was weird
Wonderful
Funny
And cool
How easily I handled
What I was sure
Would have been
The end of my progress
The end of all ends.
I never gave up though
I never dismayed
I kept on a keeping
Check it out,
Look at me
Rocking the look of
Happy!!

Life: Celebrate Daily.

Goals reaching
For daily
Some days
Seem like the eternal
Infernal carrot
And stick
While trudging
And trying
Feels like life’s
Funniest trick.
Feeling the weight
Of today’s
Trouble
And trials –
STOP.
Stop it.
Stop it now.
Yes.
Yes you can.
It’s within
Your power.
You’re master
And commander
Of your heart and mind.
Thoughts and feelings
Are in your control.
Put out the fires
Deal with the children
Or coworkers
Or partner
Get out of the muck
Get yourself unstuck.
Yes.
Yes walk away
Take five
Take a stroll
Or a drive
And see yourself
Winning the day.
What’s going on here?
What’s making you mad?
What didn’t go
Your way?
What’s made you
So sad?
Work it all through
Your feelings are
For you
To feel
And deal
With each thing that
Arises.
See it for what it
Really is.
Remember remember
How many years back?
Sometimes days
Or weeks even
Remember past muck?
(Just enough to
Notice
Don’t live in the past
Don’t get stuck)
How far you’ve traveled
How far you’ve come
One incident won’t
Undo that
You fought hard and won.
You’re allowed to
Take ownership
Of victories and wins
You’re allowed to
Celebrate
Every step
Every learning
Every time!
And even if
It’s another
To blame
How would a bigger
Person handle it now
(That bigger person
Is you!)
And now armed with
Logic and reason
Let’s make a fun plan
What is it you want here?
What visions
Have you dreaming
What desires have
Your eyes gleaming
And how now do you
Make purposeful moves
Steady and gently
Wise and true?
No bypassing
No stuffing
No covering it up.
Dealing directly
With what it is
As it is.
It’s more than intention
More than a wish
This is your life
Love it
Live it
It’s all for you.

Steady.

Steady now
Gentle builder
Measured steps
Each day do take.
Steady now
Midnight dreamer
Careful actions
Plans do make.
Steady now
Prayerful warrior
Peaceful solutions
Lovingly partake.
Steady now
Committed Gardener
Sorting shorelines
Of life’s grand lake.
Steady now
Loving teacher
Nurturing God’s
Blossoms and fruits awake.
Steady now
Skillful sailor
Guided billowed
Sails to take
Us ever onward
Toward tomorrow’s
Palace doors
And golden gate.

Quarantine Mags.

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Reason 66564984684341 I love “quarantine” getting to see all you beautiful people share more of yourselves

Reason 5435684132136 I love “quarantine” I’ve been writing, painting, and social distancing in nature for the 1st time in years

Reason 54516846332 I love “quarantine” I don’t feel responsible for or obligated to be anywhere for anyone but me and my kids

Reason 654515484531 why I love “quarantine” I am getting back to who I really am!

Reason 54651346413 why I love “quarantine”
I am able to fully be myself without the opinion of others – and its about dam time!!!!

I’d love to hear your thoughts as well: