Gamma Waves

what will I see

flash before my eyes

as Spirit leaves this physical

encasement?

what memories are so seminal

on this Journey,

so seared in Consciousness

as to be worthy of recollection

before the last exhalation?

have I experienced

such moments

yet?

maybe the death of my fatherΒ  –

that wailing scene?

or sitting with my beloved

grandmother on her last days?

or memories of bliss-full times

spent alone

in The Woods

basking in The Magnificence

and Oneness πŸ™?

maybe going way back

to before

departure from the womb,

crawling up to my mother’s Heart,

to what was known, safe, soothing.

maybe there’ll be images with my first Love,

hand in hand – touching, stroking, desperately reaching?

or my first trip abroad  –

the fulfillment of my wildest dream?

no idea

what will flash

before my eyes

leaving this Realm.

doesn’t matter,

truly Grateful πŸ™

for it all!

out of Sight, out of Heart

I forgot about you,

kidnapped

“living” underground

for years

amid  “strangers”Β  –

fellow humans

traumatized

traumatizing

using you

as mere means to a bitter end

playing a destructive game

of cat & mouse

in an endless cycle of

tit for tat.

I forgot about you

focused on the thousands

above ground

having their ground

children

lives

shattered to pieces

relentlessly

by the traumatized

traumatizing.

I could see them.

I couldn’t see you.

Out of sight,

Out of Heart,

I learned

about self –

humbled,

horrified,

human.

True Peace

can there be

True Peace

where there is

no re-pair

after harms

and ruptures,

no amends made,

no truths expressed

nor apologies extended

for sustained reconciliation?

this feels like

seeds being sowed

that may

ultimately reap

more violence

more trauma

more broken πŸ’” ness

more hatred and

sense-less destruction.

can there ever be

True Peace

where The Feminine voice

is left out,

where Love has been

forgotten

and diplomacy severely

abandoned,

where toxic masculinity

reigns

and unbridled arrogance

pats itself on the back?

how to cultivate

True Peace

in the midst of blatant

inequality,

where tenderness

and care

are nowhere

and domination

is centered?

do we even know what

True Peace

is

any longer?

have we ever?

sacred work

what is the Sacred Work

I am to do

being

fully

here

now –

tired

grief-strickened

stunned

a tad numbed?

what can I offer

from “my” heArt

to “yours”?

the breath?

mere air?

yes, deep breathing

inhaling,

smelling

like the way of a baby,

taking It all

in and down

to the belly

to the Fire πŸ”₯

hold It there

gently witness

trans-formation.

At the appointed time,

exhale

re-lease

birth

slowly

intentionally

Freshness

something new

something

needed

urgently

now!

This is what

I am

to do.

feeding the un-certainty

where does un-certainty

reside in me?

no clarity

here

now.

what color is it,

this tension of un-certainty ?

not sure.

perhaps, butterscotch,

a merging of orange with yellow,

maybe a clue?

the Sacral, to feel,

or solar plexus’ mandate to do?

to only feel

and not to do?

surrender

submerged

feel the body

trans-form

dis-solve

flow

like the sacral waters

re-lease this Soul.

self-inflicted

it did not have to be this way

a mass exodus of talent

years of institutional knowledge

drip by drip

drainage of vibrant energy

and future generations

all for what?

an obsession

single mindedness

without inspiration or

proper guidance

no true Leader

on this precarious ship

sailing blind

heading where?

how many more

go overboard

before the wake-up call?

The Current

The Current

came –

suddenly –

and took him away

from wife, young daughter,

family, aligned work,

and an adoring community.

“My apologies,” said The Current

whispering

gently

as The Soul left his body.

“You are to return Home –

now.

No tme

to say proper goodbyes,

to get affairs in perfect order,

to apologize.

This is your dharma,

your beautiful storyline

to come from water πŸ’§

at the start of The Journey

and be taken back by water πŸ’§

at the end.”

In memory of Malcolm-Jamal Warner πŸ™πŸ’”

bible

a rather bold invitation made:

write your own bible.

at first, a bit of consternation,

followed by curiosity

and irreverent possibilities!

bible as just a word –

lower case b

supplanting the upper case and its connotations:

dogma

constriction

judgement

patriarchy.

no, in my bible

tales of only love

connection,

spaciousness,

and a direct –

always open –

line to Benevolence.

Beauty in The Bleakness

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 πŸͺ·

thriving in bleak

muddy waters πŸ’§

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?

contradictions

I don’t recall

ever

seeing your violent side.

To me, you were always

one-of-a-kind  –

the cool,

tall,

dark & handsome uncle.

Never saw the part of you

who terrorized

your beautiful wife;

the you

who would beat

women

children

with a baseball bat!

Could I have loved you

if I had witnessed that?

Like Jekyll & Hyde,

we humans.

So many contradictions

and perplexing multitudes.

“Good” and “evil”

in equal measure

cutting through

all our hearts.

Are we to be confined

to the worst moments

of our lives?

We are made

crafted

molded

into who we become.

No innate monsters,

only beings

tragically un-done

wrecking havoc

in their altered state.

How do we be different –

infuse more love and tenderness;

choose significantly less violence,

champion wit and wisdom

instead of whips on children’s skin

and weapons of mass destruction?