Fall time, fall years
Culmination of beauty
Wisdom
Perspective.
Immersed and surrounded
By a depth,
Only time can give.
Riches,
Only experience can gather.
Gratitude,
Only surrendering reveals.
The fine lines
The atrophy
The forgetfulness,
Ceases to grip
As anguish begins to melt.
What comes, will pass
What hurts, will fade
And peace is found,
As the cyclic natural of all
Comes to light.
And most of all,
A returning
To a consciousness.
Floating with a birds eye view
Disengagement from drama, trauma.
All that’s created here
To be left here
Returning to a neutral purity.
As we came, shall we return.
No baggage,
But definitely not empty handed.
As what was the purpose
Of this interlude
Between birth and death,
‘Life’ as we call it,
This opportunity, this experience.
To have take form of the ‘Source’.
And then to walk, to wander,
To wonder, to revel
In this creation
Beyond comprehension.
What minuscule chance
We have to exist
Where galaxies and universes reign.
Yet here we are.
Be sure to query and question,
To spark your thirst
To to find your why,
And finally ‘KNOW’ thyself.
As your ‘fall’ fades
And the winter will ensue
Be sure to have built
The one relation standing firm to the end.
- Independence
Independence Day
Liberty!
Justice!
Freedom!
All corner stones of a great nation right?
Independence of thought, will and action
With an unalienable liberty for beliefs, customs, values
Most importantly, the practice of prayer in a God of your own understanding,
With equal justice for all men
And a freedom for the love and pursuit of joy and happiness.
Vibrational words
Marked by human sacrifice
Now parrot-like repeated
With what understanding?!
For a moment
Put aside national independence.
As a citizen in your own body
Do you know your own voice?
Or is it drowned out by the noise
Of your conditioned, ego driven mind?
What liberty do you strive for?
Have you considered the company of your silence,
Where your heart beats and leads;
Not the burdens of duties, obligations and expectations.
Is there justice in your existence
For the proclamation of life
A celebration granting acknowledgement of breath,
As, is it not, the foundation of every living moment?!
And freedom!
What freedom has been denied?
When here we are
On the ONE planet, Earth
Amongst a plethora of stars, galaxies and the cosmic web.
Such great qualities in life have never been acquired
They have been GRANTED.
The artificial boundaries, barriers,
Conjured and conceptualized,
Giving man seeming power over one another.
Results ??
Trials of war created
Supposedly treaties signed
Societal order, developed and sustained?
What evidence of the painstaking history
As today with loss of the individual’s
Self awareness, consciousness,
Nurturing of dignity and gratitude.
What do we have left!?
If you need to fight
Fight for and then surrender
To your inner glory
Where resides the greatest source of
Of all wisdom
Giving you your liberty, justice and freedom
Once felt, each man will become your brother
Each foe, seen as your troubled friend.
Differences dissipate
As the power from within cannot be unseen.
Attend, practice
To that which shows you your way,
Let your candle never be dimmed
Allow your joys’ greatness reign over any challenge.
Reclaim this independence, liberty
Justice and freedom;
Your God given rights from birth,
All the way through
To the very end.
- The Final Sprint
With the heart thumping, pumping
The mind continuing it’s spinning, revolting
The spirit seeking its home, it’s peace;
And those first freedoms
To feel joy,
Gratitude
Most definitely still present;
We find ourselves
Curling up at the edges,
No longer able to stretch the limbs and tendons
Color fading to the hue of lifelessness.
Here nearer to the final ‘wall’
The essence of life
Ever present, its gentle rhythm
One breath at a time.
Held in your mother’s arms
Then your lover’s,
Always your creator’s,
You’ve always been held.
This your mission
Was to be known, felt and realized.
This journey, challenging and intriguing,
Scratching your way
Through the concepts, doubts
Asking again and again
Am I worthy?
Did I do enough?
Was I enough?
Look no further
As each gifted breath
The only proof.
Yes, you are most worthy.
Relax, breathe
Let the organic material
Of form, both yours and society
Ebb away.
Full circle
Back to the beginning,
Breath, heart beat,
The rhythm of life.
Swing and pulse
With and in it,
Here the dance started
Here it shall end.
One and the same
For all who have come.
What makes the difference?
Nothing more or less, than the bridge.
This mortal state
Allowing acknowledgement
Of the immortal essence.
Nothing complicated, yet it is
The all encompassing,
Love!
Feel it, accept it, like nothing else
Vibrating in your every cell. - Retirement
Laurie
So many paths crossed,
Personally
Professionally.May times
The lines
Have blurred.Why?
Open acceptance
Active listening,Sparking trust,
Becoming
A confidant.Inspiring possibilities,
Nurturing
Unfurling others’ wings.You leave
A legacy
Of time, dedication.You traveled
Selflessly
And not alone.Endless recruiting;
Had a family
Not of bloodBut of a greater testimony,
One of voluntarily
Empowering.You leave behind
A force!
Women believingIn themselves,
Each other,
The value of team.Co-worker
Boss
Friend;More the ‘Godmother’!
I embrace
ApplaudValue
Appreciate
Our paths crossing.Now sail
Into retirement.But my friend,
Your ‘work’ of forging sustaining relations
Is not yet done;As this remains your core characteristic,
And retirement does not stop the clock;
Only where you go. - Truth of Confusion
Truth,
What is.
Confusion,
Everything else..
Concepts
Perceptions
Conditioning.
Fear
Guilt
Insecurities.
Imagination
Learnt behaviors
Expectations.
All run you wild
Physically
Mentally.
Driven by
Cortisol
Adrenalin.
Slowing,
Applying
The brakes
Takes
Practice,
Self talk
In kindness,
Forgiveness
Self worthiness.
Truth,
You are.
Confusion,
Transient attributes.
Whether
Actual
Or not.
Truth,
Your are dynamic.
Confusion,
You want definition.
Truth,
You are free.
Confusion,
You feel tied.
Breathe
Breath.
Feel
Flow.
This the
Only
Possible
Truth there is.
You
Need
To know.
- Marvel
A New Year,
A new day
A new second
The human perspective
So small
So narrow
When the universe
So ginormous
So vast.
Discoveries at their peak
With the use of the Hubble
To James Webb telescopes
Existence
Distance
Evolution
Now seen or understood
In limitless beauty
And the mastery of design.
We,
The entire history of our human race,
Here
For even less than a minute,
If all existance
Scaled into an appreciation of a day.
And yet we still
Marvel at the beginning
And end of a ‘year’
Rhetoric of the ‘Now’
Being ‘Present’
All commercialized, trendified!
Yet here lies
Every possibility that can be had.
Look no further
Look not to the vastness of the skies
But into the realm of your heart,
You encapsulated yet circulate
In both universes
Inside and out.
Only one can be truly
Felt, understood
Beyond any doubt,
That you are as magnificent as
All the stars, galaxies
Milkyways
And Universe.
You are the drop
In the ocean,
Yet that ocean
Is within you.
Marvel, not at the New Year,
Marvel at You!
You are existence
In all it’s beauty,
Magnificence
And all possibilities.
Happy recognition
Of Now,
The day
And of You!
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