Why are you so focused on winning
The approval
Of a world
That would sooner
Chew you up
And spit you
Out
A drone
Who pays bills
And buys happiness.
The caged bird
Sings because
It has a song…
That no pill
Or sports cast
Can put
In your heart.
And it's
Nothing
For now…
Until together
We peal back the
Layers of lies
Well meaning
Parents and
Monastic fathers
Thought were
In our best interest.
I will trust
What I am going through
Because it is sacred,
Even though
My forehead is
Bloody
From banging
It against the brick wall,
Perseverance is a great
Element of success
But all you had
To do
Was turn around
Get a different
Perspective
And see that
The door out
Of this private hell
Was behind you.
You are sure to
Wake up somebody
When that door
Slams
And the lie
That wall
Was standing
Between you
And happiness
Was a lie.
Maybe I am
Where I am
For a reason today…
I am not in control of others
As I scream at them
To turn around
And come through
The door.
But I am only
In control
Of myself.
Monade-
An acronym
For our self-liberation.
Life is about creating yourself
Not trying to fit in.
Gateways to new beginnings
Are always found
Through the archways
Over our hearts
Not the locked
Doors in our minds.
BUT,
Before you do anything
Think
Is it kind?
I received health
When I learned
To love myself.
When I learned
Wisdom is organized life,
Which is impossible
Unless
Love grows within you.
If you don't stand for anything
You'll fall for anything,
Remember the bloody
Brick wall
And the lie
That you had
To keep brutalizing
Yourself to succeed…
All healing is first
A healing of the heart,
For it to realize
It is as large as
The invisible Universe
Is immeasurably larger…
That the seen one,
In comparison
To realize that our
Capacity to love
Is limited to one
Human being,
And to then learn
There is more room to
Love then there
Are human beings
In all of eternity.
Believe in the power
Of trust
That everything is going
To be alright,
Not because I say so
But because
You are giving
Children who don't
Know they are worthy
Hope.
Look at yourself
In the present
For that is the cause
Of the future
Within us
Is the wisdom of
The ages,
Knowing that
Judgement is in
God's hands
Because she can't
Take offense
In the first place,
Realizing
Forgiveness is
Abandoning all hope
For a better past,
And realizing
That holding
A grudge
Was swallowing
Poison hoping
Someone else
Would die.
You can't stop
Love,
Unconditional
Or otherwise
Because it is larger
Than even
The Unseen Universe
Can fathom.
Goddess
She would put him
God
On her lipstick
And her
Words are the movement
And people are what's
Happening.
Are you paying
Attention?
Are you affirming
What we are
Saying
In each other
When we leave
This sacred space…
Don't be a Tuesday
Poet,
Like Sunday Christians.
How you fight
Is the fight.
The world we were
Born into…
Is all of our
Responsibility.
There is no
Us and them.
There is only us,
When you look down
On this little
Visible blue and green
Ball floating
In the vastiness
Of what's seen
Read between
The lines
Our unseen potential.
I deserve to enjoy
The fruits of my labor
Just as much
As you…
And when
Realize this…
Nothing can oppose our good
If
All that has offended us
We forgive.
Then all
That will be left
Is Laughter
From the depths
Of our soul.
