Sunday, September 15, 2019

It Starts and Ends With You


For years, I have worked alongside many activists and advocates on the path of bringing peace, love and freedom, helping to heal any abuse or violence that exists in our society. However I want to make sure we don't overlook something important in our pursuit. 

You say you know just what to do
You share your vision, sparkling new
Impassioned to make a difference now
There's only one catch ... but how ... but how?
Peace is on the radar; peace is the goal
Everyone line up for your honorable role
The public is calling; the people are in need
You seek to plant the righteous seed
But where can you start on a path that's true?
Could it be ... it starts and ends with you?

Dinners and awards ceremonies with settings so fine
Your activism has arrived just in time
Studying and analyzing collective mores and norms
The target is to end violence and abuse in all its forms
No more domestic terrors, the bites that sting
But we may be forgetting one small thing
The attacks, the leverage, the bitter blows
A hidden experience the victims do not know
The mystery to be ultimately solved, in time due
Yes, it starts and ends with you

Not just the political plans and the helping hands
Nor the parades led by marching bands
Not just the counseling that uplifts the trodden-down
Not just the clothing, toothpaste, handouts passed around
Not the speeches, public screeches, and promotional platitudes
Not the outer giving to the causes counting into the multitudes
No, we commence and complete with a stand for the one
The place where we always could have begun
The source of violence and abuse to which we now attend
Those inner voices and beliefs – the start and the end

Those places within lacking the light and the love
Those times you tell yourself, “I am not good enough”
I’m just an imposter here, pretending, a fake, a crook
I hate myself, I hate my hair, I hate my looks
Reflections in mirror reveal that which we do not like
Battling ourselves, we take on the dishonorable fight
The monkeys causing mayhem in the cages of our mind
Bodies that are clenched, hearts that are closed, eyes that are blind
Going through the motions, everything going numb
Until we completely beat ourselves up – “How could I be so dumb?”
Our past emerges like monsters surfacing from the sea
A hungry fiend unleashed on our present-day reality

But is this how it really has to be?
Or is there another pathway for the free?
What would happen if the wars ended, from within?
At this cease-fire, could we then begin again?
Could we un-cage the monkeys, dissolve the angry fiend?
Waive the surrender flag, and then start fresh and clean
For the public is calling; people are in need of peace
We must find the key for their, and our, release
We can begin anew, taking a path that is true
As we discover right now ... it starts and ends with you

Saturday, September 14, 2019

The Tops of Trees




It’s all happening down here
The dance of destruction, dismay and fear
Landing, standing on the ground
Look at what we’ve found
Spinning, spinning, spinning around
The Earth, for what it’s worth
Is your home of mayhem or mirth
We often perceive the darkness, downtrodden and disease
When we forget the view from the tops of trees

The roots crawl deep as we fall asleep
Bypassing the blessing and bliss
And an angel’s everlasting kiss
The feathers blow, chaotic, to the wind
Losses overshadow every win
Can we please begin?
Not just seeing what the devil and demon sees
But rather that which nests in the tops of trees

The tops of trees
Will we ever see?
What must we believe?
And who must we be?
To finally see
The tops of trees

Yes, our opportunity is here
Disengaging from the taste and temptation of fear
We start a new and fanciful dance
We climb up … like a kid … branch by branch by branch
Like a kite or a bird
Or the truth found in word
Nothing too absurd
To take us to the very tippy top
Needing more than a skip, a jump or a hop
Above the roots, up the trunk
Distractions and delusions – all have shrunk
We ascend the tree, higher ever higher
Embracing the courage of performers atop high wire
A belly full of fire
To the supreme pinnacle, we now can perceive
And fly ever skyward over the tops of trees

The tops of trees
We rarely ever see
Not from our vantage view
Stuck in what we do
The tops of trees
We rarely see
A higher point above
A landscape of light and love
The tops of trees
We can finally see
We can finally see

Thursday, August 15, 2019

The Invisible Scar



A piece of prose about the scars we cannot see, but ones that impact us still 

Where do we look, when observing the scars of life
A scratch from our dog, a puncture wound from kitchen knife
A skateboard accident, it threw you five feet high
It's not what you meant, communication gone awry
A hurtful word, spoken in an angry moment's heat
An addiction habit that you can't help but repeat
A surgery's reminder that a doctor visited here
A child's neglect, abuse, molest, terror and fear
From the dent deep, a fender bender on a favorite car
To the unsettling sleep, whispering a subconscious, silent scar

Scars I cannot feel
Scars I cannot see
Scars I cannot heal
Scars that are a part of me

And so, even in dismay, we make a path our way
Traversing through the troubles of the day
Bruised in the battles, bones and egos broken
We search for salve, that truth to be spoken
The mirror reflects the ugliness directly back at us
When we lose face, lose faith, lose the will to trust
Yet persevere we must, holding onto sun behind cloud
Seeking the higher reflection, the angel's voice crying loud
Hearing the song of the soul that, at once, we can embrace
Leaving us still, in surrendered will, in the glory of our grace
Yes, as you arrive, fully alive, you'll see it was never far
Guided on, all along, behind the sacred, silent scar

Scars that show you what to feel
Scars that see you through
Scars that love will ultimately heal
Scars that are not you

Monday, July 15, 2019

Elijah Will Decide



My nephew's kid, coming up, heaven sent, all in the right timing. When asked the due date, the expected mother said "Elijah will decide." Ah, sounds like a poem.

The dawning light belongs to nature’s will
The dusk at night echoes a silence, still
The wind ushers through the valley, a faint wisp
Planets align whenever eternity calls for eclipse
The muse cups an ear and whispers the call of love
The Divine discards fear with an expansive view from above
Flowers bloom, gardens blossom – all in the right time
Trees stretch skyward, a destiny they are sure to find 
A womb cradles the sacred seed of life inside 
The day of arrival? Yes, Elijah will decide
Elijah will decide

The underlying intention is clearly made
Worry not, worry not; do not be afraid
There is enough of everything that we could ever need
For he is born from the infinite, that miracle sacred seed
The choice made with voice – it carries us home anew
When it comes the time to act, we’ll know just what to do
For those walking in the wilderness, knowing not where to begin
Will point in the right direction, turning their hearts back again
Taking a stand with hand in hand we’ll heed the flowing tide
The direction? Which way? Yes, Elijah will decide
Elijah will decide
 
And so we surrender once more, again, for the sake of all
And know we will arise when the Lord comes to call
As with the transitions: winter, summer, fall and spring
And the everlasting song, as the chimes of freedom ring
The clock on the wall just knows the moment to strike
The shepherd cares for a flock … mother, sister, father and brother alike
A family gathered in symbolic circle, pointing towards the one
In timeless anticipation of eternity … finally begun
Open to the miracle, open with nothing left to hide
The day and time of our rebirth? Yes, Elijah will decide
Elijah will decide
Elijah will decide

Saturday, June 15, 2019

Love’s Momentum



I wrote this prose in June 2019 after recollecting a peak experience of awakening I had one day 20 years ago. It was 1999, and I was in a car with a girlfriend and two of her young daughters, aged 4 and 7. The two girls were singing along to the tune on the radio: "I want it that way" by the Backstreet Boys. For that moment, in the sweet harmony of sisters, the pure innocence of pure love filled the space. I was immersed in the full beauty of hearts free to express themselves. Even today, upon reflection, I can remember how love demolishes the insanity of this world of duality. 
 








 




 
Bursts of broken glass blow apart structures once sturdy
Cleansing from within the diseased, the downtrodden, the dirty
The peeling off of the dry and dead – reality’s skin
Crushing the delusions of every place we’ve been
Laughable, all stress – in an instant – melts to the ground
An open sky – space brothers smile at what we’ve found
Celebration rumbles up from underground roots
The return of the Lord of Lords, the truth of truths
No more need for forgiveness, retribution, reparation
Nor the desperate propaganda to keep us all in separation
No longer preoccupied with agony’s desire for attention
Fuck that – here it comes – yes it’s love’s momentum

It started from the first explosion of soul – a divine spark
Tumbling earthbound for the joyful excursion into the dark
Duality dripped upon us until we fell for it hook, line and sinker
Drowning our sorrows in poison – a lonely, early morning drinker
Buried in soot, buried in denial, barely a breath to exhale
Covered up – veil upon veil upon veil … upon veil
Even prayers leave us in despair, believing no one will ever be there
When all that is wanted is the face of someone, anyone, who cares
So we search – as we plunder, blunder, slumber along
Every step, deeper into the test, learning right from wrong
One hand clapping, our primordial face – all of life’s conundrums
Will it come - where is the eternal, the source … love’s momentum?

It is here, it is here, do not despair
Every time we proclaim that life is not fair
Seeds will bloom, given room, in full magic and splendor
Soothing all sores, healing all wounds … all so tender
Miracles arising everywhere – glimmering underneath dreams that are buried
The yin and the yang, the above and the below – forever married
Seen in anonymous donation, God’s invisible helping hand
Seen in two young sisters, in sweet harmony, singing glories of the latest boy band
Seen in the laughter of the child who recalls not history’s hell
Seen in in sublime response to prayer from our own wishing well
Seen in the dramas and karmas playing out in divine detail
Seen in the transcendent lesson gifted us every time we fail
Seen in the light of our life that often eludes our worldly attention
It is here, it is here, it is here … look for it … love’s momentum

Monday, April 15, 2019

So Taxing



Let’s ponder this fact, once proposed as an act
That would bellow abundance for all
To pay for the battle we all posthumously wanted
For – no worries – a limited time only
Never to rise above 5 percent … or so
So that …
So that …
So what?
To ultimately justify the siphoning of your soul
For your labor
For the sweat on your brow
For you – the new cash cow

While elites laugh over the 16th, designed by the poor to milk the rich
What a bitch
The switch that transformed the easy ride for the low
Into a money pit where income and life-energy would flow
Once a chance to grow … with other people’s money
But now look – how funny!
One big tax code, getting fatter and fatter and fatter
Like cattle to the slaughterhouse, we are funneled right into our fate
Now too late
To overturn the indoctrination that would, in absolute insanity, make a taxable event of your labor
Save the favor
Five generations deep, we’re all asleep
To the nightmare that allows the controllers to use our money
For what?

For wars
For Clintons, Bushes and Gores
For spaceships
For spaceshit
For bullshit
For senseless scientific studies that belie the scientific method
For expensive red tape
For plans to populate, with pins, a checkerboard map made of nations
For strategies to desecrate and defile other people’s homes and bodies
For black-tie events and the armed guards that protect them
For the overlord 1040 and 540, now legal in the eyes who have forgotten
And now give willingly, at gunpoint and up against threats of further slavery
Under the weight that gets heavier and heavier and heavier
So heavy
So wearisome
So taxing
So taxing

Joining In One Force



Delivered May 142019 at the "Keeping The Peace" film premiere event in San Diego during National Police Week. More information: HERE.

Here, in sacred celebration, we meet on common ground
Reclaiming what is ours, rejoicing in what’s been found
Peace of mind, peace in heart, peace in community
The end of the eternal search for a neighborhood unity
Returning to core principles that keep us on one course
Citizens and law enforcement … joining in one force
It begins with a common purpose – a singular, focused goal
It begins with what’s known as “wellness” – of body, mind and soul


Beyond the struggles and conflicts, below all that is mad
Realizing our humanity rests below the vest and badge
Beyond the few bad apples who don’t reflect the commitment here
Below the anxiety, angst, desperation, fright and fear
Healing and health is present now while we all take on our duty
Embracing the grace, accepting the fate, seeing all of the beauty
All it took is just one look below one thin layer
To see the care and selfless service – an answer to a prayer

Though media will publicize the derision and division
We’ll turn the tide, and look inside, and make a new decision
Officers – they see so much yet run towards the danger
Let’s replace with admiration and appreciation any sense of anger
Let’s realize the job they do, and know we are all human born
To hold the line, to protect and serve – yes, they have so sworn
And so shall all hear the call and give from the common source
All of us here, and those far and near … joining in one force