we fall down
and we get up
we fall asleep
and we wake up
back and forth
up and down
the spectrum of consciousness
we go
round and round
the cycle of unwellness
until
sometimes quite suddenly
a shift
from deep Within
Grace
a gentle beckoning
to another
completely different
way
this place,
these people,
those words,
that feeling,
been here before.
The Benevolent Universe
slowly closing a door,
ushering in
something unfamiliar
far beyond my
imagination –
another assignment
an opportunity
to learn
to grow
to contribute
and explore
pieces of me
never seen before.
anticipation clasps the hand
of trepidation,
resistance gradually gives way
to acceptance
of a Journey
marked by the continuous
making
and then
the breaking
of bonds.
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 🙏
most times
i find
humanity
perplexing
what we do
to ourselves
and to each other
and to the whole of
Nature
perplexing
utterly
and saddening
still
bits of Light
shimmering
when and where
the I can see
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
what have we become?
un-done
dis-embodied
dis-membered
fear-full
looking
here then there
longing
for a time
that never was
desperate
for salvation
from the outside
un-able to go
in
down
and way back
to lineage
repressed
depressed
lonely
confused
thankfully 🙏
a few
awakened
just enough
perhaps
to save us all from
The Brink
there is no “other”
all lives are
Intertwined
a grand Lie
we are told
the myth of
individuality
of separateness
of boundaries
all illusions
we will soon see
no escaping that
sobering reality
I changed
my mind –
one minute, this;
the next second, that.
not who I was just
then.
see so clearly
all ignored before.
stronger now,
found my Voice!
Grace granted –
always and with ease –
to pivot
and politely decline
in the name of
authenticity 🙏
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 🪽
🙏
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.
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