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.
Live
Life
Full.
Be
Here
Now.
For, one never knows
when,
how
The Plug
will be pulled.
Tomorrow,
the next breath,
never guaranteed-
from that illusion,
we must all
be freed.
Life is
precious,
precarious.
The human body,
fragile
as it is
miraculous.
Take
no thing,
no one
for granted.
Live
Life
Soft–
surrendered,
empathetic.
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?
Drenched in gratitude,
humbled by immense Grace,
overwhelmed with benevolence,
truly I tell you:
my cup runneth over!
This softened heart
is about to burst
at the Love demonstrated
by this magnificent Universe!
It just keeps coming-
these perceived blessings-
a torrential downpour.
How much more
can a Soul possibly endure?
I cannot seem to give
as much
at the pace
in which I receive!
Bon Dieu, a moment to breath,
to take it all in please,
to be still and know,
and from there
to make the noise
of unadulterated joy!
My cup runneth over,
vision shifts:
there is no mere
coincidence.
No accident
is this largesse.
To whom much is given,
where Life has been very kind
even more is arisen
within that human mind:
how best to demonstrate gratitude?
how to cultivate the fortitude
to sustain faith
when the same cup
is filled only
with empty space?
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
“In every moment,
something sacred
is at stake.”
There is a choice to be made;
a perspective to be chosen;
words and emotions, spoken;
a road taken.
A path then set,
fate waits to be met.
A price to pay-
maybe tomorrow, maybe today-
for the hand played.
One reaps what one sows,
as everyone knows.
Cause and effect,
a sacred law,
much too often ignored.
All thought in mind
creates form in kind.
The Universe
sees all,
bears all,
reflects all-
no matter how small.
In the space between
action and reaction
lies one’s rise or great fall.
Either one’s asleep
or awake.
Regardless,
“in every moment,
something sacred
is at stake.”
Quote: Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel
Wake me up when I am free,
I was not crafted
for captivity
born of conformity.
Like a Great Bird in a cage,
I cannot the world engage
in a matter that is authentically
and fully
me.
Instead, this being is muted,
stifled
dead,
of no real use,
head in a noose.
An existence without passion,
no rhyme nor reason
meandering season upon season.
New show, same cast;
all one can do is laugh.
A comedy of errors,
it all seems,
like a relentless bad dream.
And yet…
moments of bliss,
scattered here and there.
Glimpses of deep peace-
no worries, no cares-
as if no skin, one is only air.
Such times,
they are
so utterly delicious,
mightily precious.
Hold on to those
like the world’s most fragrant rose.
A reminder of what is possible,
preferable,
desirable:
Freedom
to be
Me-
who I really am
in service
to a much Higher
Purpose.
To no longer play small,
answering only to a Divine
inner
Call.
Down with the ubiquitous cubicles,
those notorious
killers,
containers
of the Soul!
Please wake me when I am free.
For, I cannot bear the indignity
of any
captivity.
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Inspiration: Wake me When I am Free–Poem: Tupac Shakur, Music: Babatunde Olatunji
A time spent
in deep contemplation,
in preparation
for what God
to the world
sent:
A Love Divine
came from up high
to make fully flesh
The Word;
to demonstrate
prayers are indeed heard
and prophesies fulfilled
as per His time
and perfect will.
Emmanuel-
Hallelujah,
our God dwells
among us all!
Born humbly
in the House of Bread,
He came to save,
to minister,
to transform
the thoughts
the darkness
residing, hiding
in our head,
imploring we chose-
instead-
only Love
only Light
-always
until the end
of our human days.
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