I had to leave my body As it were I was destroying it With my mind In the stillness of the cosmos It’s vibration roared Reminding me of its presence This energy of Life That reawakens the awareness Of the One I Am And heals All
~ Nothing can stand broken in the awareness of One
I watched as the day rolled silently past. It didn’t invoke a thought, or elicit a response. It didn’t speak as it arrived, nor when it departed. It simply rolled past my window as if it didn’t know me at all.
You see, it didn’t.
And outside, the world rolled with it. I watched all the people marching in droves – like lemmings they went. Not to be outdone, vehemently they chased after their successes. And me behind the glass, having none of my own to claim.
All I ever wanted was to know real Love. To paint in black and white the human frailties. But the world does not stop its hungry pursuit for such triviality. Not even the crashing glass or bloody shards could sway them.
You see, no one even noticed.
To grasp the human heart of stone with fleshy blood drenched hands! Words of fire spreading; Awakening the weary souls to things unseen. That which causes them to be Loved, and to Love. Now that would be a thing worth doing!
I had to remove my gaze – for what had been was veiled in the past, and I could no longer stare at the emptiness left in its place. You see, I had been torn apart by it. I had looked as though it be an eternity, and I mourned its over-ness with a great and terrible tumult that welled and swelled and ultimately became me. I was a great writhing beast of turmoil, and it was within myself that I needed to pour out my unconditional love as though a salve to cover those ripped and torn places. It was for a length of time that I would nurse myself through that pain. That I would sit with it – that great and hulking beast that I had become – and with gentleness – allow myself to express it in its entirety, and for the duration that was necessary in order that it would finally subside. Only then, in that quiet moment of acceptance, could I move my gaze in a new direction, and in so doing, continue down my life’s chosen path.
Sorrow is best dealt with in the open, and with no fear of the grieving. It must be embraced in order that its final power be manifested into some larger, better vision. To tuck it away, to hide it behind a sheen of denial, is to let if fester and rot and ruin the beauty that is trying to emerge from within the darkness. Do not let the fear of pain rob you of your transformation. Too many are choosing pretense over raw, real, humanism and it is slowing the pace of life, and creating empty husks of apathy where fiery souls once resided. You are the Light shining out from behind the crack in the veneer. You think you are the veneer, you think you are the story of your life, and that every label you wear is an accurate description of who you are – But when that story crumbles apart, instead of rushing to write a new story – Stop and Be with Yourself in solitude – Experience the Light that You Are ~~ That is the Indefinable You
I have a dog named Frankie He is a wiener dog His coat is brown and silky His legs are stalky husks Like rotten toes his breath does smell But Daddy’s toothbrush cleaned that up And now my Frankie’s breath is sweet But daddies breath smells just like feet!
~~ I wrote this poem for my daughter years ago when she was a little girl and we would read it and laugh and laugh! Oh, The Joy! ❤
It is you who decides
Your vision is determined by thought
Yet you listen indiscriminately
And the ears – taking in story after story
With no filter on your end
You let it stream in to your detriment
Confused about what it is that weighs you down
While you sit below that heaviness as though a victim
Not knowing that nothing means anything
All matter, all thought, all ideas,
Lovingness, Hatefulness, Generosity, Selfishness
Are all yours for the taking
Adam – in naming the animals – knew this
Yet still he kicked himself from the garden
Ascribe your meanings in such a away
That your life reflects only the beauty of your choice
And leave all the ugliness to those who choose to miscreate