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Futility

Under seige
under water
but I hear that I deserve it

And so it fits
my guilt, it sits
Eager for the brunt of it

But there is a glimmer
brighter than before
but still small,
and fragile like a flower.

There is a world
and I feel assaulted
from all sides
and from those I love

I’ve been practicing
to find myself
since I learned
of my true fate

And I wish I could do better
in the face of all the hate
but I’m grateful that I see it
especially in me
I’m grateful,
though not free of it
it’s not how I want to be.

And my single minded focus
will make it lonely in the end
So I listen to the Dalai Lama
and become my own best friend.

I’m told that I’m controlling
I’m told I am the key
to other people’s freedom
I’m told that without me
Their life, they would be free.

And I see how I’m the teller
of all the tales and stories
How I’m the holder of the keys
and the definer of all glories
I see how I’m not different
than what I claim to hate
I see how without me changing
I’ve stamped and sealed my fate.



Smoke and Mirrors For You

I am the center of it all
like the earth
in stories of old,
you all revolve around me.

I do not care what has been proven
because what I know
is that
you
revolve
around
me

And so I will take my
righteous place
at the center
and point outwards
at the ills
shooting at them
like skeet.

Are you telling me
that you are right?
And what if I agree
and you no longer
have the resistance
to define yourself?

What then.

Have you killed
the ills
and settled your soul
and now can feel peace
and now are safe
and justified

No?

I take my place at the center
and point out at the world
sure
I am sure
that is my gift
to myself
I had pain
and I turned away
the truth came to my door
I’d be searching for so long
and there it was knocking
and I turned away
and went back to my anger
and because I turned my back
there was nothing left
but to stoke the anger
glimmers of hate
growing stronger
and blue green
I stoke
and point my fingers outward
from my central place
in the middle of all things
I am the king
you are a bother

And it’s ok to continue as you are.
It’s ok.

But if you want to show yourself
beyond the smoke
it’s possible,
you just have to want
to face the mirror.

Smoke and Mirrors

There is something coming.
There is always
something coming.

But I am light

And you are light

And what’s coming
is light

You cannot be afraid
of light and live.

This is the test of all time
the one every hero
every sage
every god
has faced
and come through.

We are not meant
for what we think.

What we think is shrouded
in fear
the darkness in front
of the mirror
the smoke

And we can’t see
our reflection
because of it.

Is your life
the smoke
or the mirror.

Who Are You Voting For?

The other day I watched a three year old take a toy from his 18th month old brother on the playground. As soon as it happened the younger one immediately began to scream and started after his older brother. After two steps the youngster was yanked up by his arm and lifted out of the sandbox by dad and told “NO!” as the older brother sat there with the toy, playing.

So simple. So complete. So devastating to the idea of Justice, fairness, expression and motivation. This 18 month old child who had a built in sense of justice that was expressed in the purest form, crying, screaming and going after the one who took his toy, now has been taught that when something is taken from him, his expression, his purity of action, is wrong and will be met with disapproval from the person he is closest to. The Master Teacher (all parents) has begun the reprogramming of natural justice and foundational motivation and, in this example, punished the child for expressing his most pure desire and taught him that it’s wrong.

On the other side, the older boy has been taught he can take things with impunity. Even if he is spoken to after, told to return the toy or whatever, actions are what matter and he sees that the original violation is not addressed as his younger brother is punished for the action that he took.

Is it any wonder we have the world we have today? Who are you voting for?

The beautiful principles of Justice and fairness and the purest forms of expression and motivation have been and continue to be desecrated, not by giant corporations, corrupt politicians or rotten media, but by parents (like me) doing things without recognizing the impact. We’re running on the programming of our parents who ran on the programming of their parents who…and on and on all the way back. What happens to the sense of Justice and fairness, to expression and motivation for that 18 month old, for the older brother, for the parent if that same pattern is run over and over and over again?

I think this is why we have Trump V. Biden. I think this is why we so willingly give up our humanity and community for “federal funds” and blind acceptance. I think this is why we find ourselves today, feeling lost, overwhelmed, confused, divided and angry. This is our journey and it’s not new. To overcome our programming is to be introduced to our true selves and it will change the trajectory of the human race. Sounds big. It is, but it’s also your birthright and mine. It’s available. It’s possible. The powers that be don’t want it to happen but if you want it to happen, nothing else matters.

Who are you voting for?

Tell Me One Thing

It’s greed of the primitive body/mind
for most,

The only mind we have.

I am true
I am also afraid
and so
I do not act

True.

When the thought
occurs to me
that reeks of
the spotlight
endless eyes
endless expectations.

All Truth.

Everything is True.

We are the same.
We are one.

The earth is our home.

It’s time to try
another way.

Another way
is a drastic way
full of new experiences
and pains
and joy.

But mostly
it’s a feeling of fear
lurking disaster
and abandonment.

And tell me one thing
and one thing
only.


Tell me one thing…

What good could ever come of that?

By Life

Everything is an analogy.
And life doesn’t care
What you make of it.

There are gifts
everywhere,
like ripened apples
fallen.
Yours to simply bend down
pick up
and enjoy.
And if not,
They will rot
and dissapear from you
gifts to the earth
and to themselves
anyway.

And so I adjust and trim my mind
to catch the wind
of life.

Life wants you to succeed.
Life wants more of itself.

And perhaps
if you have decided
-your greatest privilege-
that you will reject life,
life responds
and will take care
of the business
itself.

Because something must grow
soemething must always grow,
and if it is not you by choice
it will be you
by life.

Hammering Away

Slay away
and cut with swaths
so great
don’t wait
swing the scythe
pay the tithe
diatribe
kill your tribe
swing your scythe
with no rythym or ryhme

Feel the burning
feed the yearning
try try try
to speed up the turning
it’s all about you
and the way you feel
and your own helplessness
in the way you deal
your lack of capability
your own vulnerability
that you do refuse to see
in favor of hatred
and enmity

Great swaths of thought
like giant rocks
no distinction
no end
no diversity
no bend
just flat and endless
and all the same
and here you are
and you stake your claim
and there’s nothing new
and there’s nothing novel
except the virus
but you won’t grovel
you won’t beg
you won’t wonder
you won’t explore
you won’t surrender

And I understand
I really do
I’ve been there
locked and loaded too
and firing at everything
that’s in my way
and forgetting my life
and my love of play
and forgetting my love
my love for the day
and instead hammering
hammering away.

Trust

Trust is a product
not a slogan.
It is the result
not an assumption.
It’s tricky though…
and as delicate as silk
and as strong.
It is an environment
like air
you live in it
and breathe it in
and compost it’s waste
and have refinement
it is alive
like a fish
it can grow
and become strong
and wise
or it can be reeled up
and filletted
and devoured
or just left to
die and rot
from which it can spring again.

If you want to build trust
with me
first we must find common ground
and then we must agree
that neither of us knows
what he is doing.
Completely.

And once we have created
the space
to wonder
how to live
together
together
we can begin to build.

And you may never
be allowed
to call a rock
a bird,
and if you do call a rock
a bird
I must, by virtue of your own desire
for trust,
point out to you
that you have forgotten
the nature
of what it is you speak about.

And this agreement
by virtue of our common desire for trust
is the method
and the trust.

The agreement
flawlessly executed
is the Trust.

It is nothing else.
it is nothing else.
it is nothing else.

Or else it’s everything else,
Because
what do I know?

And so,
let’s build.

The Manager

The wind does refresh
My fear does relinquish
and a cost comes into focus
the cost of observing
the cost of paricipating
the cost of breathing
is not only death.

So this seems gloomy
because being a good distance
away
from your humanity
is gloomy.

And yet I will drink my gloom
and I will be changed
by the drinking
and this
also
is
humanity.

And the dancing
the dancing
flowers
in unison
the power
beyond me
subliminity
watching
another human
your aching, aching heart
breaking
as the flit
of a yellow moth
blows
with no sense;

Your aching
aching heart
is not equipped
and must be overwhelemed.

Your mind
ever the ally
will try everything
to manage
to manage
to manage
to manage

Do you like to manage?

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