beauty

Beauty in The Bleakness

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marveling at the resplendent Peacock 🦚

its extra-ordinary ability to in-gest

poison

and trans-form it into breathtaking, awe-inspiring Beauty.

reminds me of the Lotus 🪷

thriving in bleak

muddy waters 💧

ah, the lessons nature teaches

when we choose to slow down

listen intently,

look up & down & all around carefully,

really lean into

the Totality of Life,

this Moment,

each other.

opportunities abound everywhere

to trans-form the perceived mess and chaos

into gentle medicine for all;

into something vastly different than we’ve ever experienced –

more relevant, courageous, mature, and equitable.

there is unimaginable Beauty in this bleakness.

can you feel it?

Still-ness

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Still-ness

is quiet

and slow;

a Mountain top

in lieu of

the marketplace;

blessed Solitude

chosen over

the complexities

of company.

Still-ness

is the Moon’s femininity

relative to

the Sun‘s great fiery 🔥

may we Be Stll

to know

to then act

from Heart 🙏

The Wisdom of Innocence

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she teaches me –

my Little Niece–

a Guru from the day we met –

months into a pandemic.

she taught me

then

the feel of unadulterated Love –

startling in its immediacy and potentcy!

she continues to exemplify

curiosity and Surrendered play.

Innocence demands cultivating

patience and acceptance;

necessitates

being

there

fully

now

in Its Presence.

Innocence is exquisitely perceptive –

cannot hide for long

behind the “adult” masks.

she humbles me,

de-constructs me,

my Little Niece.

forever grateful 🙏

forever changed 🙏

The Illumination of Benevolence

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The Stunning Presence

you see,

that is The Illumination of Benevolence.

The Eloquence

you perceive,

that is The Expression of Benevolence.

The Care

you feel,

those are The Hands of Benevolence 🙏

Empty vessels, we can be

when we surrender –

completely –

to Benevolence’s Will.

Then we consider

everyone, all beings

no thing left behind –

abandoned

forsaken.

Pop: Year Nineteen

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nineteen years

since you transitioned

to The Other Realms

no father, no more

like yesterday

when you left

in the arms of the woman you Love

on the bed of your and hers first born

a massive stroke

quickly

dramatically

graciously

commenced your way back Home

your Heart the last to go

fittingly

as It defined you

and, hence, me,

your namesake

thank you

for coming to me

in dream

recently

a rare occurrence

so cherished 🙏

you are missed

here

your Presence still felt

here

there really is no ending

simply a change to the scenery

lack of self love

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afraid

to be

to speak

Me.

default

to please

all

to swallow

poisons

to smile

though the Heart

aches.

where Love

for Self

has not yet

matured

lack of

enoughness

takes root

bringing

constant recrimination

guilt

angst

such heaviness.

in this vast wilderness

Hope

a tiny Voice

a faint Light

stirrings

of an innate

Self-Regard 🙏

UTERUS

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been twelve years

today

since you’ve been gone 🙏

maceration on the in-side

then

pieces pulled out

bit by bloody bit

through three holes

drilled into

the abdomen.

from that point on,

a chapter closed:

in this Life Time,

no child

to come

through me,

pregnancy would manifest

differently.

since you’ve been gone,

much more emboldened –

the pieces of you

became my Wings 🪽

🙏

reel in

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reel in

my feelings?

no!

been there,

done that.

lost a seminal piece

of my femininity.

then, a new body.

we do not return

as we came.

bits of us fall away

over time.

we give them away

unconsciously

desperate

to simply

hold

on.

Empire

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likely
the most egregious
manifestation
of toxic masculinity:
Empire –
the relentless
drive
for bigger and more,
the insistence
to divide
and conquer,
to possess
and hoard,
the thirst
to pillage
and hurt
indiscriminately –
children,
women,
trees.
at its highest vibration,
masculine
is creative
and generative –
the perfect complement
to the feminine.
when did it all go astray?
fortunately,
The Pendulum
always
swings both ways.
nothing
lasts
forever.

this is The Way

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once
upon a particular time,
there lived a little girl.
curious was she,
always observing and asking,
wondering and wandering,
in her own world.
one day,
she came to a fork in her road.
“hmmmm…,”
she exclaimed,
bemused.
“this is The Way,”
an old Owl pointed.
“no, that is The Way,”
a young toad insisted.
perplexed no more,
the little girl
promptly
sat
down.
.
🙏