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.

Washing Clothes on a Sunday Morning.

The bushes at
The laundromat
In the middle of
The city
Are abuzz
With bees.
Lilly-laced
Butterflies dance
Over the nearly-even
Branches, filled in
Since the last
Trim.
The world outside
Of silicon binary walls,
Artificially constructed
By the least intelligent,
Roofless
But contained;
This slowly ageing world
Of butterflies and bees
Contains the wisdom
Of the universe
And all her sacred
Design.
Sounds of cars
Passing gassily by
On streets untended to
And holey like an
Unholy minefield
Of maelstrom-inducing
Destructive attempts
To tame what nature
Despises.
My consciousness drifts
To neighboring launderers
As they dead-eyed
Submit to the
Ones and zeroes
That flow from crescent
Bent palms as
Thumbs busily manipulate
Their cold interiors.
What did we do with
The silence
Before we forgot
To be distracted?
We are husks
Consumed by our
Fruitless consumerism
And –
Oh my!
Another sweet butterfly!

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.

You.

You will ask yourself
Who you are
Whilst staring down
Darkened hallways
And peering through
Partially cracked hollow
And hallowed doorways,
Attempting to sort
Light from shadow.
You will strive to
Give label,
Assign meaning,
And extract some reason
From each shadow figure
As if placed there
By God;
And not merely
A trick of
Physics,
Or evolution,
Or the butterfly wing
Discovering its
Usefulness
Whenever the first
Butterfly erupted
From its own destruction.
You will lose yourself
In mazes and hazes
And will listen to
Every wrong direction
Given by every
False
And falsetto
Voice of authority.
You will seek purpose
In each way to every end
And you will question
Every motive,
Even motives
You forgot to have.
You will lose the narrow
Definitions which confine
You;
And in wandering
The cavernous expanse
Of You
You will find no end
And no beginning.
You will find bends and alcoves
Which contain every
Dark and dire
Thing
That you were told
To be afraid of.
You will find the
Evil,
And dread,
And sin,
In every appetite
At every gaping maw
Of every abyss
Bottomless –
You will fall
And you will find
For lack of landing
There is no fall.
You will forget to distinguish
Up from Down.
You will right yourself.
You will rise.
You will find the most
Precious stones,
And blindingly pure light,
And miraculous manifestations
That seem to defy
All known law.
You will discover that
The impossible is
Merely that which
Cannot be labeled
Or fit into narrow
Confines
Within your human mind.
You will attempt to identify
Every hue and shade
Like the box of
Crayons with the special
Sharpener –
Even the glittery ones!
You will travel through
Every type of matter –
Through pure waters
That gently move
Over smooth stone,
Through deep mud
Which bubbles and stinks
Of decay as it
Rises to the surface,
Over craggy cliffs,
And through slippery sand.
You will venture and adventure
And you will never tire
Of the oddities and
Eccentricities
Which comprise the
Kaleidoscopic mosaic
Of you.
You will bend and defy
Order and the structures
Which attempt to
Define your existence
On the planet and your
Expression of being.
You will travel so far
And so fast as to loop
Time and space and
To return to stare
Into your own stunned
And sunkissed face.
You will ask of yourself
Every question; and you
Will investigate every
Doubt and concern;
And you will find
Guises, and places, and uses
For every thing which is
Found within.
And you will cease
To assign roles,
Or rules,
Or to attempt to confine
With narrowly defined
Descriptive language.
You will discover that
All that is you
Is so vast
That you cease
In being anything
At all.
Beginning without end,
End without beginning,
All and nothing.
Your philosophy will
Swell as the highest
Tsunami and will
Smash and thrash against
The breakwaters of your
Consciousness;
And you will cease to
Ponder.
You will grow tired
Of the analysis.
You will be incapable
Of recording, and inventorying,
And accounting for all that
You think and see.
And so you will become
Light.
You will become space.
You will become emptiness.
You will cease in your being.
You will transmute.
Life and all that she has
Birthed
Will pass through you;
Just as you pass through
A beam of light
Streaming through that
Partially opened door
Standing guard,
Defending hallowed halls.
And once you have
Finally discovered the
Significance of
All there is –
About the everything
Of everythingness –
It will all shift,
Turned end over end,
And spilling about;
And there will be new
Everythings contained
Within the sacred
Experience called
You.

Warrioress.

War is easy.

Last night I was dreaming I was with a friend at an art show and she made the most amazing magical creations and was setting up her booth. She wanted it to be just perfect. So she asked for a dark booth which meant she had to be careful about the types of lighting that she displayed. The organizers kept coming by and giving her violations for not complying but they could have really just talked to her and she could have worked something out. Instead they brought a fight to a fighter and so of course she fought back. So she’s about to get kicked out and they tell her she has to go do something that’s the equivalent of a snipe hunt. She is fuming and really seeing red. I’m talking to the organizer who is primarily fucking with her and trying to plea her case. I’m explaining how she does everything with her entire heart and all of her love and how she wants everything to be perfect, but when you come in swinging she is the type who will send you out in a body bag. All they had to do was just talk to her. She was looking for this her entire life. She was terrified of something going wrong. She wanted everything to be so perfect. She just wanted to make her display the perfect display of the magic she creates. Her. Not the other people at the show. She’s worked her whole life to get here and to have it be so f-ed up is destroying her. She’s not the one to cry she’s the one to fight back and to keep trying and to find a way.

War is easy.

It’s peace that really fucks people up. When you tell people they are free and no longer need to fight to serve an authority, watch as they turn on each other. People like being told what to do, who to serve, how to behave. They want it simple.

A person who thinks for themselves is complex. They reason things out. They consider the outcome. They wonder if it’s right or not. And a person who thinks for themselves is upsetting for those who follow herds- even minority herds.

When you’re born into this world, your family will have volumes and volumes of unwritten rules for you. Worse yet, when you enter school you’ll find that the rules you learned and the rules of the social setting are somewhat bastardized versions of each other. You look around and see the other kids seem to have no problem adjusting, but you don’t know where to stand or how to look or what to say. It irritates the other kids.

If you were socialized like me, you learn quickly to adapt to the expectations of the adult because the adult is the one to fear.

So now you have a set of rules at home and one at school and as you age you encounter more sophisticated relationships with your peers and in different settings.

If you’re me you learn to blend into cinderblock walls, smoke under the bleachers or in your car during pep rallies, keep peripheral surface friends, and befriend the most broken and alienated invisible kids to learn their secrets of not being seen.

If you’re me you write poetry to the posters on your walls and dream of a life completely different but always “someday”. You form relationships in your mind with hallucinations because those illusory images are realer to you than the corpses animated in the halls of your school.

If you’re me you have a strong mother who maintains strict control with violence and you meet her violence with your own pent rage to defend your younger siblings.

If you’re me you HATE that monster.

If you’re me you are aching to love and be loved and yet you understand so little about other people and the monster carefully caged inside is ready to defend at any moment. You push people away for their safety. You learn to do some damage first with your tongue – you find the chinks in psychological armor and rend. You learn to use words and intellect to play the game of protecting the queen. And you never have just one plan – because plans can be thwarted. Instead you hide, you identify the exits, you use the ability to blend in and make yourself invisible. And if you’re spotted you become the best friend, the funniest person, the most social. You hide in plain sight.

If you’re me you will spend your entire adulthood unlearning the ways of war and learning peace.

You will rewrite the narrative from control, competition, dominance and submission, kill or be killed, winners and losers, defend defend defend, scarcity and sacrifice, and punishment; to freedom, collaboration, cooperation, innovation, creativity, abundance, nurturing, rewarding, cheering.

You will evolve and you will find the world ever more alien than before.

You only want communion and people will accuse you of competing. You will only want celebration and people will accuse you of domination. You will only want freedom and people will accuse you of control.

You will know these problems exist within THEM and you will remember how you fought an unwinnable fight and lost.
You will want to reach inside of them and rearrange things for them so that they can arrive where you are. You will share with them your lightcodes and you will hope to see them rewritten.

But no matter how far you travel from your home, there will still reside inside of you a warrior ready to defend when challenged. There will come a time when you feel cornered. Someone will pose such a grave threat that just as the thing that you’ve wanted your entire life is finally within your grasp, you will unchain the sleeping warrior.

Fear.

The fear of having what you’ve always wanted can be greater than the fear of giving in to the darker parts of ourselves. We think we are fighting back against an enemy – and yes we have enough of our own evidence to make a case that we are – however that war will be our own undoing. We will be swung upon and we will come back swinging but the carnage will not be predictable. We will unleash our inner Kali and we will obliterate the one who we want to love thinking them a participant in the grand plan laid out by our enemy.

We will only see the Shiva too late.

The warrior must learn to master her own anxiety and fear before there can be peace.

The truth is that there are people around us all the time who have their own plans and machinations and not all of them want the best for us. There are “enemies” hiding in every bush. But we have mastered those snares and traps they lay for us. They do no harm. We walk over bear traps as easily as we walk over grass.

There is indeed something specific and special about the foe who is effective. They play on specific insecurities for a reason. They show us the things that we’d rather not look at. They emerge from and play in our own shadows and that is why they can get to us. And they use our fears against us.

Fear creates shadow puppets that appear real. It creates the illusion of enemies all around us.

And the awakened person who is afraid can become a greater danger than those still sleepwalking. They question everything and then question themselves. Their instincts are somewhere between war and peace and are unpredictable. They recognize no authority and thus act without concern for rules or tradition. They are simply fighting – at first to protect – and then ultimately for the thrill of the fight.

At the conclusion, it doesn’t matter which shades were real and which were fear-manufactured if all is lost. All that matters is the loss. There are some wounds that will not heal from words or time. And if the one who was wounded has learned anything, they will make their own choices and they will choose their own freedom – even if they too were committed to misunderstanding.

Whether anyone else ever sees or knows the truth as recorded by the eyes of the warrior makes no difference. What matters is the actions that others witnessed as innocent bystanders.

I wanted friendship and love. I wanted acceptance and communion. I wanted freedom and full self expression. I wanted an evolved and peaceful relationship outside of the narrative created for us by social structures.

And just as I was enjoying having everything I wanted – I allowed my fear to unchain the inner animal.

I did this to myself.

But just as anything else I did in vain, I myself have taken accounts and I have been responsible, and I have tried to make amends.

I only wanted to have a place to display my magick and watch the gleam in others’ eyes as they appreciated it. The enemy may have been real, and the threat may have been immanent. But my training in peace was surrendered to reflexes of war. The peace was broken as the world spiraled into madness. I released my inner pandora’s box and the world is now burning. The rage carefully held inside of me for 41 years was unleashed. And I made sure that the one who I wanted to love the most was consumed by it.

I’ve never gone backwards. I’ve never wanted a thing once its time has expired. I’ve always kept moving and evolving and learning. But then I’ve never destroyed an innocent before. Yes, there were some mistakes made. But not ill-intended and not with a motive to do harm.

I went back to beg for forgiveness.

But I’m not fond of begging.

I was sent away.

To me, I made impossible choices and did the only thing I knew how to do. To them – I’m more monstrous than I am to myself. I spoke up for myself. I regained my voice. The world I created on the inside and protected from others was now spilled out around me. I was open and unhindered by the rules of the social structures I’d been forced into. I could and would say whatever I wanted to, fuck the consequences.

But just as my voice has returned, a voice has returned to the world. And its message is ugly and filled with fear and hatred. Corruption has seeped into every holy place. Misteachings abound. The world is awakening but the warrior spirit rages. Wrongdoings in every facet are coming to the fore and those who have been harmed seethe for vengeance.

War is easy. Peace is really fucking hard.

What is it that you REALLY want here? How much revenge will reset the balance? Whose blood do you need to taste?

What martyr will be big enough to quell the human monster?

The world is not so alien anymore. And that’s the trouble.

The world is an echo of my own personal rage – the darkest parts of myself that I want no one to see. Those committed to misunderstanding. Those whose machinations are so glaringly obvious – yet successful! To see the cogs as they whir and to see how easy it could be to destroy the entire works – and yet understand why each piece and part is essential to where we are going.

The devastation that must happen before there can be new growth.

Watching from the eagle’s roost is one of the loneliest hells that exist on this plane.

We can get there from here – but we may not like the cost.

The warrior must master fear. The warrior must be discriminating and wise with her weapons. The warrior must wait and watch. The warrior must not submit to the program of war, for the program of peace is what really matters now. When the enemy comes in swinging, the master must be master of herself first. She must choose to disarm her foe with the gifts she so proudly exhibits. She must use charm and wonder and humor and grace and arrive at a creative conclusion.

And the warrior must accept that they will never understand her fully. She must continue unencumbered by their opinions of her.

And she must accept her greatest loss as her greatest teacher and must learn to protect the things and people who she loves the most instead of destroying them out of the need to protect herself.

When she has mastered this next level of skill, she will have access to both the light and the dark and she will then create something which has never been seen by human eyes – the heaven on earth to rival Atlantis, Alexandria, and Enoch. Peace will indeed reign and ripple through the world. And her Beloved will return to her – no matter the distance.

Like all parables, this is part paradox, part fantasy, woven with a thread of truth.

Kaleidoscopes and Mixedtapes.

Memories are kaleidoscopic –
Turn the glass
And the entire world
Is turned on end;
Tumbled over,
Jumbled over –
Time retools and reshapes.
Time is a mixedtape
Stuck in my ’92 Tempo;
Brown ribbons spew
Like spaghetti
And we’re surprised when
The winding back
Makes sense of the senseless.
Some mixedtapes
Will never
Disentangle.
Some kaleidoscope’s
Blurry edges
Will never
Focus.
The neon sign
Tattooed across my
Aura reads
“OPEN” –
It is instructional
And descriptive.
In that moment when what
Was real was birthed
Between carefully controlled
And overthought thinking,
And the sloppiness
Of it all was
Exquisite:
Imperfect Perfection –
Like tangled
Mixedtapes
And unfocused
Kaleidoscopes;
While the good little
Boys and girls
With painted faces
And painted bodies
Somberly trudged
To the funeral dirge
Playing on repeat
Beneath the mixedtape
Tracks –
While they sleepwalked,
And sleeptalked,
And sleepfucked –
And sold themselves for
Something a little stronger
Than heroin –
There was nothing
Hidden to decipher.
Chaos’s trickster
Birthed this world
Like her finest web
And chaos’s trickster
Remains the guardian
Of the fates –
Guardian of stories –
Guardian at gates
And portals –
Guardian of
Kaleidoscopes and
Mixedtapes.
Garbled songs,
Garbled pictures –
Sliding in and out
Of focus;
All was madness
From the start,
And sorting the
Insanity by group
And type,
And labeling the
Intangible;
The indecipherable;
The deeply personal –
In order to bring some focus
From the kaleidoscope glass –
Is lunacy
By prescription.
Turn the glass,
Enjoy the view,
But to the spider
And the fly
Kaleidoscopes and mixedtapes
Are merely child’s
Amusements and blind
Metaphors.
Choose your story
And pick an ending
And enjoy the view
As the world turns
And burns
And sleeping children
Gnaw at sticky webbing
And cut the bridge threads
And learn that
“OPEN”
Can also mean
“See”.

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.

Giving Up.

It feels like betrayal
To finally say goodbye
To the beautiful moments
And the happier times.
It feels like cheating
To give up on half-realized
Promises, and half-created
Palaces, and half-made
Measures, and half-lived
Dreams.
It feels like defeat
To admit it’s just
Been too much,
Too heavy,
Unhealthy,
Hearts breaking in half.
It goes against
Everything fairytale-taught,
To not be ready, willing,
Eternally waiting
For what wasn’t really
Meant and made for me.
It feels like giving up.
It feels like a loss.
It feels like saying goodbye
To possibility and hope.
Flies buzzing ’round
The rot
Flew off long ago,
And I sit in this
Boneyard
Heavy with yesterday’s
Mem’ries silhouetted
In shadows playing
On repeat.
It may just be
A flick of the flame,
A trick of the eyes,
Or maybe more lies
I’ve told myself
Just to cope.
The lingering stench
Of sweat and tears
And the ever-present
Self flagellation of
Guilt and remorse –
Have ceased being
Sexy and are
Just plain sad.
That world over there
Filled with miracles
Unceasing,
Has already proven
It’s seeking
Me just as assuredly
As I seek for my freedom
From the self imposed
Prison
Of yesterdays
And all the ways
I tell myself I
Coulda shoulda woulda.
So today,
I breathe and release
With eyes kept forward
Onto the horizon
And allow life
To move me swiftly
Out of yesterday’s cage
And into
The joy I’m choosing
Even if I can’t
Yet feel it.

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.

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.

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.

Seed.

How deep the earth
And dark the soil
Wherein this seed
Does grow.
How long awaiting,
Germinating,
Potential energy
Redoubling intensity;
Refined;
Purified;
Forgotten like some
Misplaced treasure
And buried ‘neath
Life’s rubble
And winter snow.
Ancient roots uncoil,
Unbound by bindings
Most mortals know.
Infant rhizomes
Regrow anew.
Verdant shoots,
Crimson blossoms,
Ascend up and out
Like vibrant plumes –
Radiating primordial glow.
Seed,
Planted and forgotten
Many seasons,
Choked out by
Shallow enterprise.
New depths plunged
And uncover
That which was
Waiting to be
Rediscovered;
What was promised
From the beginning,
New bountiful experience
Springs to life.

Repass.

Darkness recedes as
Light enters slits –
Heavy-lidded opening –
And all is peace
For one moment.
There is no suffering
Nor pain as all is
Disconnected wholly
From fleshy receptors.
My bones are great
Limbs of some
Ancient tree and
Divorced from consciousness
As I reside somewhere
Outside of myself –
Miraculously.
For a few blissful
Moments I am unaware
That I am –
Merely some wisp
Already entombed
And not yet birthed –
Suspended in possibility.
Pain is no longer pain,
But great bolts of
Sharpness:
Darkness –
Like black boulders
Lodged in spaces
Where energy should flow.
By grace
I slip back
Into the void
And my light
And your light
Dance together
Outside of the limits
Of time and space
As we plot our rebirth.
We are close now –
It’s almost done.
The world will grieve
And we will be free.

Division.

We tell stories
Of theys and thems
But “not me”,
And divide into
Sheep and asleep:
Others and outsiders.
We pretend we’re
A separate kind
And not takers
From the common
Provision and plan.
We walk in
Our hubris lock steps,
And thumb our noses
At the masses
Amassing outside
Babylon’s picket fences.
We march as legion
Pretending allegiance
To higher virtue
And nobler
(Even off-planet)
Law.
We invent new
Labels to label
Our labels by,
And place ourselves
Above our fellows
By standards invented
To displace blame.
We make up stories
Of supernatural
Superpowerful
And sovereign
Graces,
Which place us on
Platforms built
By spiritual egoic
Cloudforms in chloroform –
Pretending to live
In other dimensions,
To ignore what’s been
Agreed to and done
By all of the
“Not me’s”
Scattering like fleas
Thirsting for a
Dog with new tricks.
From whence is your
Savior come due?
Do you imagine
You will be alone
In that boat
Being towed on
Hallucinogenic seas?
Do you imagine
Yourself
Pure and safe
In your rebellion
From the insanity
Of the sane?
How long since
You listened to
Your brother?
Acknowledge we’re
In the same ship,
Hurling through the
Abyss around
The same hurdles,
Which we place
In our own pathways
In our resistance;
Our attachment
To persistence,
Though we recognize
The old ways
Left over
From old days,
Brought us to this
Gloomy place.
Denial of what is
Will not save us.
Nor will doomsday
“Light the bitch up”
Drunken nihilists
Enjoying their own wake
Before death claims
His due.
Blindly begging on
Bended knee
While expecting
Some authority to
Deliver –
How many divisions
Can be counted
While those who
Profit are counting
On long-division
Exponentially
Producing
More and the same.
Look to old
Dead prophets
Dust and ash
Spewing forth
From thier graves.
Unheeded omen
Ring hollow,
Devolved humanity’s
Voice
Ring true.
There are no
Others,
Your mirror be
Broken;
But the projection
Remains –
One body,
One soul,
One You!

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.

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…

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.

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.

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.

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?

Freedom.

Freedom is
Spinning whirling dervishes
In the daisies
And falling
To the earth
Gasping
Lungs afire
Nose cold
And cheeks cherry
Like your favorite
New shoes.
Freedom is
Hours in neighboring
Trees
Setting traps
Of twigs
In fallen leaves
Wading through
Waist high
Grasses
Scratching
Itchily on
Stiff denim.
Freedom is
Surfing green carpeted
Grasses
And fishing from
Rainwater streams
Grabbing grubs
And earthworms
Just to watch
Them wiggle
Wriggle
And yes
They taste terrible!
Freedom is
Knowing
Which wildflowers
Are sweet
And which are
Bitter
Making fresh paint
From bright
Yellow
Dandilions
For sidewalk
Masterpieces.
Freedom is
Picking snap peas
And carrots
Fresh from
Mom’s garden
(Maybe it was a rabbit)
And gulping
Bellies-full of
Coppery water
From the garden
Hose
(That hot sunbaked
Stream tastes best)
Freedom is
Holding the garden hose
In your mouth
And spitting
And sputtering
On the first
Gush as your
Brother giggles
In belly-bent
Delight.
It’s rubber-band
Finger-guns
And cap pistols
And pop rocks.
Freedom is
Naptime
Escape
Ringing the
Cul-de-sac
Before mom
Catches you.
It’s dancing naked
In warm afternoon
Rain
And the sounds of
Midday birds
And stillness
That only quiet
Neighborhoods
Know.
Freedom is
Rushing from
Early morning
Beds
And hallway-dressing
To catch
Your favorite shows.
Freedom is
The eye’s
Treasure hunt
Trying to count
Every new
Wildflower
And noticing
The speed
At which
Neighborhood
Trees grow.
Freedom is
Simple.
Freedom is
Grace.
Freedom is
Ease.
Freedom is
Free.

The Energy of Money.

Money is energy
It’s a currency
Because it flows.
The direction in which
Money flows is a choice
The same as
Any other energy.
It begins with
Awareness.
Habits are habits
And are easy
To make and break.
It’s easy to see
The choices
You are choosing
To make;
Yes even with money.
It’s not avocado
Toast
Or billionaires
Or consumerism
Or any other
Scapegoat, real
Or imagined.
It’s every daily
Choice.
Status and appearance
Are choices.
Extravagance
Is a choice.
Choose to indulge
Treat yourself well
Be empowered
You’ve earned it.
But be honest
About the directional
Flow
Called money.
If you spend
Each and every
Penny,
Perhaps consider
Where it all went
And what was so
Needful
In the spending.
If it’s freedom
You crave,
Then freedom
Can be felt
Anytime
For FREE
Devoid of
Debt or
A checkout
Receipt.
If you’re playing
The game of
Outspending
Another,
And can’t pay
Your rent;
You’re losing.
You lose all games
When it comes to
Misdirection of
Flow.
Money is
No different
From any other
Frequency.
Tune in to
The vibration
Of freedom and
Satisfaction.
Gratitude for each
Thing you already
Own.
Turn off the T.V.
Walk away from
Amazon and Q.V.C.
Do you really
Need all
That you have been
TOLD
You need?
When a global pandemic
Sweeps,
What things
Will stand against
A virus?
What did you really
Need all that
STUFF
For?
When the forests burn
And the earth shakes
And people must
FLEE
Their homes,
What STUFF
Can you,
WILL you take?
Idol worship
Is brand tags
And price tags.
God’s not in there
And neither is
Your self-esteem.
Money is a choice.
Choose foolish
Or choose wise
But the choice is
YOURS!

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.

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.

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.

Mirror Mirror.

The mirror has
Two sides
One is glass
One is not.
Thoughts are things.
Words create our
Universe.
So then
Which side of the mirror
Are you affirming?
It’s all there
Like it or not
Some are blind
Some are caught
Up in examining
And reexamining
Both sides,
Looking to see
The surface
Between the truth
And what’s mirrored
Therein.
Who is served
By drawing circles
Around every
Imperfection?
(Maybe plastic surgeons
And cosmetic
Companies.)
Joking or not,
Who is helped by
Reaffirming
Each bicker
Each mistake
Each complaint?
Is it really constructive?
To dig around in
The muck and the
Yuck
And to continually
Regurgitate it?
Even humor
Reaffirms a problem
We all see and
Still choose
To feed it.
Starve the things that
Are unwanted!
Remove all attention!
Deflate it completely!
Abandon it!
Leave it in the dust!
Even humor carries
Curses from past
Into future.
Enough!
Believe a thing?
How then did you
Transform your own life?
What got you unstuck?
And if there’s a better way,
Why not show us
How to get there from here?
Because highlighting imperfection
Only keeps us
Imperfect.
Joking on flaws
Keeps us flawed.
If you know better,
Do.
Better.
It’s a
Responsibility.
Do better.

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?

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.

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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!

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.