Yield
your
Fruit,
just give it all away-
that which you came
here
to do,
to say.
Don that suit
with only your name on it.
Bring that song
you were crafted to sing.
Return to the dust
from whence you came
emptied
-with absolutely
no thing
left within.
Go home utterly spent-
’tis the only way
to live a life content.
The beginning of another chapter,
a different reality, new memories;
a location change, a strange cast of characters
with names and behaviors to learn.
Outside of the comfort zone once again,
the choice to be made to not pretend.
Integrity does not allow one
to play small for very long.
Eventually, one gets woke-
the inside, who you really are
must be expressed,
and unto the world, spoke.
The time does come
when familiarity must succumb.
The price becomes much too high-
either begin anew or slowly die.
The new girl placed on an old block,
what will this journey unlock?
What new skin will it bring?
What songs will it allow
this Soul
to finally sing?
it comes relatively easily,
that which is fated.
the steps run smoothly
as if actions in an incredulous movie!
one feels as if riding a powerful wave
toward that thing God long ago named;
this place He slated
for you alone,
to grow, to blossom, to come into your own.
“this is your path, walk in it,” He declares.
“trust me. do not let your heart be troubled nor scared.”
not all in this life need be a struggle,
an interminable inner fight
to discern where one belongs,
which way is right.
indeed, sometimes a boulder is thrown –
the Universe knowing better
than to reach you with a mere quiet stone.
Urgent, desperate prayers come up constantly to the sky:
“help me!” they all cry.
God cannot do for us
what He cannot do through us.
that we are each other’s keeper –
a remembrance that is sacred, an absolute must.
The call for help
is responded to
by an ever-evolving self
that consciously
with a sense of deep conviction
and moral responsibility
relays relentlessly:
“here I am, Lord, please use me.”
This surrender,
ego placed out of the way,
then renders
the necessary space
for one’s fate
to perfectly navigate.
What role will I play in The Revolution?
What will my Lord require of me to help bend that long arc of the moral Universe always toward justice?
How will I be asked to repay the debts to those who came before, who took the hits and falls so that I might on their broad, brave shoulders stand – in the moment – free and tall?
To whom much is given, much is required. A government truly for the good of all the people and run by all the people comes at a high cost – the cost of caring, of voting, of marching – of being ever diligent and vigilant, opposing with steadfast love the misguided forces that would hate from the place of fear and darkness cutting through all our human hearts.
What role will we the people play in The Revolution now that the pendulum has swung back, seemingly all the way to the other side and another time – the response to the call for higher love and broader inclusion; the response to the call for pluralism and government visually reflective of its many peoples?
When did we forget our basic tenet that we the people are One – E pluribus Unum? Either we stand together – united, or become completely undone – indeed, extinct – by the misperception that we are not one and must only lookout for number one.
There is no middle moral ground; we can no longer simply stand around, desperately seeking a savior to come down and bear the heat for our collective neglect and defeats.
No, the answers are not out there – never were. The heroes lie on the inside and have thousands of faces. Be still and know that we each have a specific role to play, some piece of the work to claim, an assignment bearing only our name.
May we the people with courage and deep conviction, accept our respective tasks to ensure our beautiful American Experiment lasts, and the freedom for which it always strives remains vibrant and forever alive.
This year begins with an extraction
of more than just a tooth;
feels so much deeper…like a tone being set…
as if The Extraction
of lies disguised as truth;
a purification, of sorts,
an intense burning
of malignant thoughts;
the elimination of scripts so long-held
that with the body
they’ve seemed to meld;
the expulsion of perspectives in mind
that no longer serve,
behind which I cannot continue
to hide.
The Extraction
has exposed
a painful nerve,
left me
vulnerable,
shook up,
a tad perturbed-
in a most humble space,
the better to receive.
With new eyes, I can now see,
and proclaim
gently
with no shame:
Enough! No more!
Ego, please take your shit to the door!
A revised reality,
a different, lighter story-
one steeped in radical Trust,
of complete surrender
to a benevolent Universe
of stunning abundance
and wondrous intelligence.
“This is your way,”
It whispers
softly
persistently
deep
inside
me.
The Way
may not be
what is preferred,
but the Universe
never errs.
One is being called-
always-
to a Faith surpassing human understanding;
to re-member what One really is:
eternal Spirit in ephemeral flesh,
on this journey, only to connect.
“…the Lord gives you the Bread of adversity and the Water of affliction…” Isaiah 30:20
…a small still voice
inside
whispers
delicately and definitively
stand up,
Rise.
The worst is over.
Like the Phoenix
from the smoldering ashes
you are meant
to again
spread your wings,
Fly.
For unto the world,
your gifts to bring;
God’s Light to shine;
and of only One Love
to all
re-mind.
What does it take
to be A Light in the World,
to accept the sacred invitation
to truly make flesh The Word?
A sprawling, often lonely,
task
that will inevitably
ask
the removal of all human
masks.
There’s no hiding,
only faithfully abiding;
Seeing the world
differently;
expanding consciousness to foreign
possibilities,
such as loving all brothers
unconditionally.
One will need to forgive,
to always relieve grievances.
No space for judgment and blame,
for pettiness and thoughts criminally insane.
Only the remembrance that we are all
fundamentally
the same.
A formidable call
to be A Light in The World,
to sow seeds of peace
in the Minds of the All.
Not for the faint-hearted, this role.
Indeed, many flounder and fall,
the ones who think themselves insignificant
and very small,
who know not how
to stand erect and tall.
Much is given to A Light in the World.
This path, once chosen,
one does not walk alone.
Vision, wisdom and extraordinary might,
all bequeathed to A Light,
all needed to keep up the human fight
that rages
within and without
day and night.
A Light
ultimately
returns home, to Love
remembers its function
is guided
only
by things holy and Above.
It is Monday,
a blank page,
a clean slate.
The day to exfoliate,
slough off the old skin,
the things that weigh down
and only deaden.
It is Monday,
the start of a new week,
bringing with it
opportunities to seek
the Light and beauty
in all we meet.
It is Monday,
a day of reflection
to answer the questions
for self-manifestation.
We ponder in silence
asking our God for His Guidance.
My Lord,
what to sow?
who to know?
when to go?
where to grow?
why so slow?
It is Monday,
the time to do over
to try again
for that four-leaf clover.
Another chance
to alter one’s circumstance,
to self-enhance
and awake from long trance.
Dawn of a new day-
hooray!
Awake!
Give thanks!
Pray!
As within,
so without.
Morning meditations
strengthen thy House.
No perceived stress felt.
Mind, heart, body –
all aligned,
all in exquisite rest.
Work flows smoothly.
Everything moves so easily.
All that is seen is beauty,
even in this, the
big
busy
City.
No cacophony,
just sweet melodies.
No hurry,
only curiosity.
Frowns turned upside down;
smiles abound.
Gratitude, shared and found.
I see you, you see me.
Namaste,
we are a family!
No self-recrimination,
no regrets;
only admission
one did one’s best.
And so,
the stage is set
for when
dusk is met.
Peaceful sleep
will thee meet
with this day complete.
I tend to go slow,
ever slightly dipping a toe.
Rarely rolling full out,
rather feeling…asking:
is it all right
or am I tight?
Doing the due diligence,
leaning heavily on Universal Intelligence.
Looking for flow;
getting to the Know;
hearing the Soul.
Letting it marinate,
low heat, slow pace-
this Taurus’ way.
From without,
them trying to me re-arrange,
and cast shadows of deep doubt.
They say:
“Way too slow, G.
You need to heed–
gotta move, gotta now go!
Don’t you know
life’s too short-
here one minute,
the next, poof, abort.”
Yeah, but…
I am me.
Please let it be.
Don’t need more anxiety.
The Birth will come…
eventually,
organically,
when fully ready.
To each, their own.
We sing our unique songs-
some short & fast,
others slow & long.
No right, no wrong.
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