reaching out...

reaching out to silence-
reaching out to emptiness-
reaching out to darkness...
realizing-
sometimes it is best to stop reaching out
and begin reaching...
seeking...
within...

me thinks...

'me thinks', said the proclaimed harlot, in a moment of quiet introspection and safe haven from the judgments of the self righteous as they sat upon their high horses and were momentarily distracted...'me thinks that sometimes, to reach the sacred, to reach the holy...one must first delve in the darkness...one must first wallow in the evil that is possible in all mankind...possible but not insurmountable, because, before there was evil, there was and is always...light...i have done things i regret, yet...had i not trespassed in those most darkest of places, would i know the brilliance and utter beauty of the light? would the joy i feel as i take the hand of the most High be so complete if i hadn't fallen so far? i own my Truth...because for so long i was fooled by lies...i know my Sacredness...because for so long i thought i was unworthy...i am treasured and i treasure that which calls to me...the Great I Am...I AM...i always have been...i just got lost for a minute...distracted by the judgments of other lost souls who themselves are distracted...ah, but their search will one day come to a discovery...just has mine has...our light is always and in all ways lighting our way Home...

much to learn

So much to learn! So much to 'unlearn' first! That which I have for so long thought of as 'truth' has in fact only served as a wall blocking me from all that is authentic...a distraction from the question I can't help but ask always...'why'? Followed by the ever tenacious 'why not'? People, are you paying attention? Something is coming...be ready...

his own worst enemy

Oh, he seemed so sad,
tragic almost-
his past, continued to cut him-
his wounds open and festering...
what he would not accept was so simple-
a Truth profound,
a healing Truth...
he was living his past over and over...
he was making the choice to drag his pain around...
as tho' armour to keep those who dared to care out...
in a sense...
in essence-
he was his own worst enemy-
the perpetrator of his own tragedy-
a traitor to his own best self,
and until he was willing to take responsibility-
he would always be his own victim...

he breathed her name (new version)

he breathed her name
and he knew
she was the One...
along the way, as he walked his walk
and his journey took him where Fate would lead-
he met this lovely girl and he knew,
as her name fell from his lips,
she was the One...
he saw clearly his Past,
knew he needed her in his Present,
and the Future, ah...the Future was simple...
he saw she and he,
he and she...
a life lived well-
children and grandchildren,
rocking chairs and hands held
on a porch...
peaceful-
and all because-
he breathed her name...

poets, prophets and storytellers

When in the presence of poets, prophets and storytellers,
I, in silent rapture, listen and learn.
I prefer the company of seekers, weavers of words and mystery...
they don't hide behind facades-
rather, they chance pain,
they risk disappointment
and for their bravery-more often than not-
they are rewarded with glimpses into all that is
wonderful, real and pure.
Poets, prophets and storytellers...
they are my heroes.

are you listening?

something is wrong...we are like animals cornered and willing to do anything crazy to escape, or, we allow ourselves to conform, we 'sleep' and make due with what has been handed to us...humanity is at an impasse and what is most insane is, we are doing all this to ourselves...

our kids feel it...and we judge them...we label them, medicate them and do all we can to shut them up...they question us, they ask why, they do what we all should be doing...dammit...we all should be asking, no, screaming...WHY?!

i respect our children...they have yet to accept this horrible 'reality' we have conformed to...it behooves us to step down from our self righteous high horses and listen...

are you listening...are you feeling it? something is coming...a change is needed...are you willing to stand up and face the powers that be to demand that a change be implemented or, are you not strong enough to face down the apathy that threatens us?