for the Lovers
of humanity,
hold on
do not give in
to the prevailing
cynicism
and seeming
turbulence.
recall
the innate innocence
of each being
before, alas,
the inevitable
deep conditioning.
remember
the capacity
to awaken and heal –
sometimes instantaneously.
no one
is irredeemable.
the seed of Grace
lives within all.
.
life
expiration date
been thinking
and talking
about death
more
lately
within community
and in Solitude.
wondering
about
the expiration date
for this present
embodiment.
perhaps,
the prompt
for this contemplation
is an impending
“birth” day –
completion of
one cycle,
the beginning of another.
no guarantee
of continuing.
vet
we feel compelled
to vet one
and trust The Other.
One deemed inherently worthy,
the other, a mere token.
One life matters,
the other, disposal.
one Group succeeded
by dint of Its own bootstraps,
the other perceived as a perennial burden.
we speak of equity
and behave much differently.
privilege is blind
as justice was supposed to be.
.
π
.
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 inβ¦facing
stillness to know.
let go
leap into potentiality
spread your considerable Wings πͺ½
hear the gentle wind
guide
as you simply glide
like the majestic β¨οΈ Eagle
freed from fear
filled will Love β€οΈ
soaring
limitless
emanating
elevating us all π
.
the truth is…
the truth is,
Soul whispered to self,
life need not be so hard π
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 π
Beloved, you need not relent,
keep spiraling
reciting the same ol’ script.
stop βοΈplease
take slow, deep breaths.
recalibrate π
.
.
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 π
feels sooooo good
to Be there.
like Home –
soft and warm,
illuminated β¨οΈ
joyous π₯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 π bearing Hands π«΄
and Compassionate Heart β€οΈ
to Serve π
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 β€οΈ
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 π
school bus
dreamed last night
of a school bus π
containing fifty-five passengers –
all Me.
different stages, faces, phases.
students – curious π€ 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 π
frozen, in shock π²
“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.