As the Christmas Carol says, …and the soul felt its worth. Its worth - Bypass the heart Turn off the mind And let your Soul feel its worth Let it feel. The Soul is from another dimension It is super natural It is transcendent Just the mention of the word Awakens a deep and beautiful part of us. The Soul felt… Even when the mind, heart, and body Can no longer, The Soul feels. It is protected It is secure It is where life exists And love flows. It can not be harmed It remains when all else is wounded and afraid. Like a perl in an oyster, It is the center jewel within. So let the Soul feel it's worth. Let the Soul feel. Tap into its power and wisdom Love it and cherish it It has supernatural powers. Powers that allows us to rise above, To change our thoughts And heal our hearts. It is uncontrollable for It does not belong to us. It belongs to the Universe, To Nature, To God. It will never force its way, But waits patiently for an invitation. Crack the door just a tad And ignite a force that changes a world From inside out. The Soul felt its worth Feel its worth Trust its guidance Let your Soul feel.
Waiting
It’s too late, I heard her say And I felt my world Crumble a little It can’t be There’s time There has to be More time I’ve been waiting… I’ve been waiting… I heard myself say Waiting for what? Waiting on who? And how long has this been going on? All my life! My heart responds As the pillars of my life Come crashing down I have been waiting… Waiting for someone to notice To acknowledge And recognize To fix all the broken pieces And make my world right Waiting feels like hope But it is not Waiting keeps me out of today And puts me in a fictitious narrative One that I have no control in writing Simply waiting Isn’t simple It also isn’t very hope-filled It’s the giant pause button We press that brings Us to a standstill Unable to take the next step But if it is too late And I can stop waiting What will become of me? Perhaps I will begin to take notice To acknowledge And recognize Maybe I will pick up the pieces of my own world And create a new one Written with a new narrative One that isn’t based on waiting But on living.
Anger to Joy
I am ready An arsenal of words Organized for impact I am right! You are wrong! I’m will show you the errors of your way. Then… The sun rose over the hills The dainty green leaves Of the Pepper Tree Danced in its warmth. Birds flew over Delighting in all the Night’s rain had uncovered. Why do I need you to Think - my way Believe - my way Live - my way No other creature does this They just live - True, they may eat you And this is always an option But in the light of day The beauty of the red flower The boldness of the cactus And the gentleness of the sage My duty of righteousness Turned to gratitude My arsenal of words Turned to song And my anger To joy
This Moment
It's 5 AM and 75 degrees The stars sparkle across the sky Shining just enough light To make the palm trees look scary. There's a gentle breeze, but it does not cool. In the distance, windows begin to illuminate as wake over-takes sleep There’s a sound of nature In the distance, the four-legged type, and the domestic creatures take note. What will this day hold? Work and school Family and kids Life will take hold soon and if we aren't careful, May consumer us. My friends grandfather may take his last breath today, Yet, there will be others who will take their first. A few more windows illuminate and a few less stars are visible. In a short while, the sun will begin to glow from behind the hills Its’ blaze will extinguish the stars. But at this moment, it's 75 degrees - and the stars sparkle across the sky.
Voices
The voices of disapproval Echo in my head. Your voice is there Telling me I’m not good enough That’s it’s my fault That I’m the one to blame. The sound plays in a loop Like a broken record But there’s no one To remove the needle. The voices of shame Smother me Preventing me from stepping out. The voices of disappointment Stop me from trying, They talk about what Should have - Could have - But didn’t. Though not audible to others They are deafening to me. I fight them Try to ignore them Put them in a box And hide them. But they ooze out Like a warm, sticky glue Clogging up my brain space. I don’t know why I listen I don’t know why I care Yet, I wait for someone to Pick up the needle And bring it to an end. There is another voice in my head It’s always been there It’s quiet and gentle Easily drowned out Rarely does it shout Never does it interrupt I can only hear it In the quiet. Today, as I sat identifying All the other voices And contemplating my demise I found a piece of quiet. Today, my other voice Gently instructed, “Pick up the needle And get on with it!”
Straight from the Pit
Jealousy, Hatred, Envy, and Insecurity These evil fellows I’ve come to know. They slither and scheme Watching and waiting, Sensing the second My guard is down. Their attack is sharp And so deep It stings and bites Exposing my scars. They blindside And de-rail At moments Most vulnerable. They’re disguises Are cleaver Some days looking A little to much like Me and …you. They’re nasty basters Born in the pit of hell Claiming all As their victims. They’re weapons Are words For they know The pain they inflict To strangle, suffocate, trap, and confine. I’ve found But one escape From these evil gents, To dive deep into My well of love, And stay immersed Till every crack, crevice, And broken part filled. Their attack is quick My response quicker. Intended to wound I to heal. They desire engagement I desire peace - Which comes when I quietly … walk away!