HERE I STAND

Here I stand

standing.

not laying, or kneeling, or sprawling.

Amongst and above

the mess that got me here.

Demons reaching

pain breaching –

and Here I stand

a new burst

of curiosity

eager to explore

and re imagine what we will be

and where we will go.

Here. Now.

We commit to this endless journey

and turn now to our center.

Only there will we find our truth

and peace.

ASK NOT

I didn’t ask

for this body I was given.

for the pounding emotions I feel.

for the abuse you so graciously sent me.

for the pain of losing everything.

for the things you said to convince me

of things I didn’t want to do.

for all the pain and suffering I’ve seen.

for the family that abandoned me.

for the loss of relationships you forced on me.

for the path you led me to believe

was something I wanted.

for being ignored and refused.

for feeling torn up and used.

for the thoughts that tell me I’m wrong.

for the ideas that tell me I’m nothing

without you.

I didn’t ask for any of this

-then what did I ask for?

and what do I want now?

CHILD

My only elders are the mushrooms,
The network that connects us with the earth.
You are older, yes.
But none can be wiser.

In a world of right and wrong
one group will succeed over another –
but the World is not black and white,
Even if that’s what you see.

We all fall in line –
You cannot claim you’re on top –
When there is no top.
What useless mountain are you climbing?

You asked, and broke the single rule.
We do not behave this way –
turns out the man is a child,
move along your way.

SELF PORTRAIT

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When there’s nothing else to see
who else – to look to, but me.
Among the chaos and dreams torn down…
turn now to what grounds and centers us here.

They’ll never guess what got us here
– only I will know –
so push on till we reach what we search for,
Look within to find what shines our path.

Inevitably we all reach end.
How will you make your journey?
Truly they’ll see the real you –
beautiful, bruised, scarred, and dirty.

FALLING

All of life is falling, falling, falling –
Just depends on which way you want to fall.
What a choice.
Sure that’s free…

So when you fear the free fall,
fear is where you fall.
You fall.
You choose –

Until one day you choose
to hit bottom.
You choose to make the falling stop.
– or do you just keep falling?

FLOW

Surrender to the flow of everything –
that was, is, and will be.
The constant in and out flow of your heart
Will show you what you want to see.

The power of change is within you.
Your heart strings send vibrations through the darkness.
Surrender because dear we need you –
To play your part and float right on through –