let go

let go
surrender
detach
exhale
allow Life’s River
its pace.
trust
in The Great Story
your dharma
and it’s mysterious
entanglements.
we can never know
the Totality of The Journey –
bits and pieces revealed
here and there
only where
quiet resides
an intentional pause
spaces for softenings
leaning in…facing
stillness to know.

let go
leap into potentiality
spread your considerable Wings πŸͺ½
hear the gentle wind
guide
as you simply glide
like the majestic ✨️ Eagle
freed from fear
filled will Love ❀️
soaring
limitless
emanating
elevating us all πŸ™
.

the truth is…

the truth is,
Soul whispered to self,
life need not be so hard πŸ™
you tend to complicate
and over personalize;
to see the dangers
and the darknesses
well before the
deLightful bits.
for you, the challenges
come quickly to the fore
dragging along with them
the heaviness
of not enough consciousness πŸ™
Beloved, you need not relent,
keep spiraling
reciting the same ol’ script.
stop βœ‹οΈplease
take slow, deep breaths.
recalibrate πŸ™
.
.

imagine more

within imaginations,
therein lies magic 🎩
a dewy freshness,
a bit of sassy boldness
in things deemed
inconceivable.
both ephemeral and oddly palpable,
we imagine more –
much bigger, wider, deeper
than the self-inflicted confines
of the conditioned mind.
.

meet me


meet me
there
you know where!
our secret place –
“you” are “You”
“i” am “Me” –
no masks –
open
giving
receiving –
honestly
and wholeheartedly πŸ™
feels sooooo good
to Be there.
like Home –
soft and warm,
illuminated ✨️
joyous πŸ₯³
we – each –
seen
heard
honored
held
healed
revived
revealed
patched up
and then
to that “other” world
the frenzied marketplace –
we are re-turned
with gift 🎁 bearing Hands 🫴
and Compassionate Heart ❀️
to Serve πŸ™

still Love

though bruised and battered –

still Love

confused, befuddled, disheveled –

still Love

disheartened, disillusioned, disappointed –

still Love

unhinged, undone, unkempt –

still Love

perplexed, meandering, questioning – still Love

ignored, misunderstood, un-Loved –

still Love

in the noisy-ness and messy-ness of this Life –

still Love

in perceived isolation –

still Love

to the very last breath in encasement –

only Love ❀️

un-done

why does this word –

un-done –

resonate, always,

so deeply with me?

a distant memory?

a recent past Life?

a glimpse into a future?

no fear is felt –

rather, much anticipation;

the realization of a need;

a rite of passage;

an initiation;

a shedding;

re-birth:

a blessed second chance πŸ™

school bus

dreamed last night

of a school bus 🚌

containing fifty-five passengers –

all Me.

different stages, faces, phases.

students – curious πŸ€” and studious;

sensitive and pensive.

on a trip one bright day,

another school bus comes along.

suddenly, out of sight – bam!

“bodies every where!” some one screams.

on my school bus 🚌

frozen, in shock 😲

“why them, not us?”

fear

fear is a Gate.

to where?

another realm,

a clearer lens,

an unimaginable

reality,

a new face,

a chance to awaken

and break

destructive cycles,

generational patterns,

and long expired

unconscious

contracts.

a different vibration –

more stillness

on this Side,

bliss-full contemplation,

grounded regulation,

time for deep integration,

leading to

coherence and its twin, remembrance.

Here too,

the surrender and freedom

that beckon

sweet Peace

from its longtime captor, fear.

NO MORE

what will it take

to study war no more?

how many precious Lives;

how much devastation;

to shed delusions

of “you”

“me”

“they”

“we”?

what will it take

to See

inter-sectionality,

inter-dependence,

inter-being;

that I am Me

because you are You?

how to be finally relieved

of this exhausting

burden and cycle of trauma

seeded in

retaliation

revenge

reactivity

dis-regulation

and perceived “wins”?

where is the Space

for cultivation of

mind-full

measured

response?

what will it take to just

STOP βœ‹οΈ

consciously chose

LOVE

in lieu of hate?

when do we decide

we walk the paths much less trodden –

forgiveness, Truth, reconciliation?

what spells and prayers might we invoke,

sacred concoctions prepared

to awaken from our stubborn slumber,

to re-member our shared humanity,

banish war from our vocabulary,

curate abiding Peace ✌️ πŸ™ only ❀️

Crimson

Dreamed of Crimson

last night.

The color of blood,

a symbol of pain –

Crimson on the streets;

streaked in the snow;

steeped in the Ground.

crimson on our hands,

we reek of it,

blinded and choking on it.

redemption can only come by it.