Body and Soul

Slow and steady

Is the way life goes

It grows, flows

One day at a time.

 

No time machine

No invisible cloak

No secret potions

Or answers.

 

Hard work,

Persistence

With resistance.

 

Sturdy legs

Of belief to stand on

Carry you through the world

Where eyes of reflection

Give you insight.

 

Lungs breathe in the passion

And the love flows through

Your heart to your body

That protects you.

 

Hands create

Your vision

And ears hear

The sweet sound

Of living.

 

Let it

Seep into you.

Feed you.

Restore you.

God’s Ear

Been up and down

and all around,

man.

It’s taken me a while

To finally come back

Into my own.

 

Swirling, twirling

Round and round

—Karma—

—God’s Ear—

Spiraling to the center

Of being.

 

Can’t fool yourself

You’ll always know

When things are truly right.

 

Klink.

Blink.

 

It happens so fast

Suddenly you know

You know

It’s always been there

Inside you.

 

It’s when we stop looking

around

Stop lusting.

The grass ain’t greener

On the other side.

 

It’s where you stand

You gotta grow.

 

All things come back to you,

It’s who you are.

Experiences they make you

Don’t be afraid

They can’t break you.

 

Sometimes we get thrown

Off the course

Of our serenity.

 

Don’t worry

It always comes back

to zero

the hero

good-for-nothing

know-it-all.

 

People look

And stare

Judge

They glare.

 

Don’t let it

get you down.

Own it.

It’s your greatness

People fear

Not your worst.

Con-Form

The spirit

That lives inside this soul

Is taking form

 

From birth

I was confounded and constrained

Pushed and pulled—

Shaped by human hands to fit their mold.

Their hold, they hoped would not grow old

Not questioned or detected.

 

I will not please these faker makers

I will not fill their empty space.

 

I’m not a clone to be projected

From some other place and time.

I’m not a copy to be modeled

Before or after

 

I am myself

Endowed with freedom

Scope and laughter

Never bound

Never re-mastered

 

I roam the planes and soar the skies

I am myself

A child of God

 

People without vision fail to understand

They look me in the eyes and fear

The unbound, wild, natural power

That peeks out from deep inside.

 

“You can’t afford to live like this”

Is something people say,

“You must be real and down your zeal.”

To them I say, “I am con-form.”

Delusions of Power

Indeed the fear of God has left our country and with it the fear of repercussions. No longer can we say we live in a respectful, dignified, and civilized society. We are savages living in a dream world of delusions of grandeur. Like Lady Macbeth’s advice to her husband we have become the snake lying beneath the rose. There are few men among us, most are cowards hiding behind banners of law and posts of import. Fools do not reckon ancient wisdom and believe themselves clever mavericks of a new magic that has leeched the earth since the dawn of time. Despiséd parasites, sons of Cain, you have been marked and your punishment will come, not at the hand of your brethren but by the hand that made you. With knowledge and understanding comes responsibility and instead you choose to play God weighing this person’s life against that one’s, believing yourself exempt, not realizing your own part in the game. Millions suffer and foot your bills while you gorge yourself with your spoils, patting yourself on the back, congratulating your work. Humanity is measured like stock and you delight in overtaking your friend. Fortunately:

“God doth not need
   Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
   Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
   And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
   They also serve who only stand and wait.”
–John Milton

Carry Me Forward

When in the middle of the waters

You find yourself

Floating lightly in a deep blue sea

Don’t fear what is beneath you

Enjoy the good and wait for the answers to reveal themselves

For no one ever became heroic though panic and distress

Calm yourself, feel the waves run through you

Carrying you to where you are meant to be.

Golden Moment

Life is beautiful!

Despite it all

It’s beautiful orchestra plays on.

We think about the future:

“Tomorrow will be better,

I’ll plan today and play mañana,

Today is for the ‘morrow.”

It feels like a rehearsal practice

No real deal

You’re patiently waiting

All the while loosing today

Wake up and cherish

This closing moment

It’s golden, it’s true,

It’s all for you.

 


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