Winnie The Pooh & You

It was my wife Jennifer’s birthday, and I just had to find a way to bring in the voice of her favorite pal Winnie the Pooh. I figured I could simply channel the silly ole bear. It was helpful that when I squeeze the belly on her stuffed animal “Pooh Bear,” he speaks the line: "A very large pooh bear hug would be nice about now."

Well here we are, just me and you
Doing just what we two can do 
The gang is here in the Hundred-acre wood 
Doing the things that all of us should 
Piglet and Owl and Kanga and Roo
Eeyore and Rabbit, Christopher Robin too
All of us should simply take a bow
A very large pooh bear hug would be nice about now
 
This is from Winnie, the one known as Pooh
Doing the things that I can do
Asking questions and remembering fun 
The loving embraces, the honey run
I hope I don’t get stuck when I go for food
“Oh bother” – that is the extent of my attitude 
I just want to walk with you in the spirit of “wow”
A very large pooh bear hug would be nice about now
 
A very large pooh bear hug would be nice about now
It’s what nice people and huggy people would come to allow
They are snuggly and wuggly and all of those things
It’s what nice people and huggy people like to bring
To get one of those hugs would make me so lucky 
Soft and warm, like the happiness of a warm puppy
So let’s make a promise, let us take a vow
And do one of those large pooh bear hugs right about now
 
In the end, we shall walk and we shall talk
In silence, in pondering, in picking up rocks
We’ll make our way around all of the blocks
Going and going … until we decide to stop
Even when it’s quiet we can hear each other speak
It’s in the clouds and in the steps that we will reach
Hoping for no more ouches and no more ow’s
A very large pooh bear hug would be nice about now
A very large pooh bear hug would be nice about now 

 

I Will Start Here

Inspired by apparent soul-inspired songs like Peter Gabriel's "Solsbury Hill" and John Denver's "Rocky Mountain High," I wanted to write poem dedicated to my deepest identity beyond personalities and pre-conceived concepts. I struggled with it, but finally finished it after a week. Hope my soul is happy! 

Questions pile high, a mountain of confusion 

Drenched in mystery, a downpour of delusion

Tailwinds splinter hopes into scattered ships without aim

Until my soul’s journey is complete, I will remain

Victimized by mistakes, regrets, guilt, and shame

Tell me please … what is my name? 

Whispers of a label belonging to me 

Cupped and cradled like a trophy 

Ever since chariot guided me towards the earth plane

With only ripples of a purpose and murmurs of a name

I would start here, commencing again and again and again

With every death, another chapter to close, and one to begin 

In the middle of darkness, dodging terror, wonder and fear  

I will remain, I will remain … I will start here

 

With a veil over face, I discover every disgrace

I misplace what it means to be a member of the human race

Ego leads me onwards with pride … and I hide

Unveiling each successive obstacle and barrier … and I collide

Ramming 2 x 4s across my thick skull so that my soul will learn

I collapse to knees once more … looking skyward … I yearn

Yearn for the truth beneath egotistical will 

Yearn to overcome the desire to destroy, to overpower, to kill

Yearn to rekindle the heartbeat that has started to sink, slow 

Yearn to recall a name given to me so long ago

 

Before I made a game of herding and corralling cats and mice

Before gathering trinkets and toys, so shiny and nice

Empires with towering monuments, hailing all of my glory 

Plaques engraved with platitudes – ahhh – my success story 

A wealthy miser, I run and hug the tiny pearl in the shell

A monopoly game to lose, a name to forsake, a soul to sell 

Separation, leverage and darkness have come to stake its victory 

All the stage is clear, I’m left empty-handed, in the depth of the mystery 

Rock bottom, a pauper’s tale, what more can I do but disappear? 

No … no … I will remain, I will remain … I will start here

 

So many times around this solar system pathway of a circle  

So many races, start to finish, facing hurdle after hurdle 

I’ve been kings, queens, beggars, Robert, Walter, James 

I’ve donned multiple masks, carried countless crosses, taken numerous names

Yet in the end, as it was in the beginning, it starts with just a sound

Realizing there is nothing to have gained, and knowing there was no one to have found

All that I own, all that I gathered, all that I am … is really His

Without this game, without a name, my soul surrenders to what truly is 

In this timeless state, there is no space for the terror or the fear

I will remain, I will remain, I will sustain … I will start here

We The Founders

I had heard enough of the BS on social media about the Founding Fathers. Here are men who placed everything on the table, willing to lose it all, for the sake of the highest of principles that would serve a world to come ... for everyone. And meanwhile the brainwashers try to slam home a vision of a bunch of self-serving, selfish white men. OK, alright, enough.

We don’t yet know the freedom the Founding Fathers really meant

We haven’t really experienced the liberties the Creator truly sent 

Since 1900, we’ve been born into this fishbowl, already dirty with foul play 

The goal of the global elites – degradation, disintegration, destruction, decay  

Now sadly, we have to suffer through nincompoops broadcasting a broken prose

Not even realizing they speak from their ass, after being led by the nose

They’ve been programmed by ultra ruiners who want to destroy America and her spirit

We were founded by rich white dudes who only wanted money – all that bullshit

No, the pledge saw all humans equal, living with unalienable rights, backed by bravery 

This got turned into white supremacists who only wanted to continue slavery 

So where do we begin to remind a tired nation what was laid down before?

How do we reclaim a history that once shined from shore to shore?

 

Imperfect but wanting a more perfect union, the Founders took a sacred stand

Placing the Creator above kings, the people above government, Divinity above man

A great experiment, first of its kind, imagine how freedom could pave a path of destiny   

Citizens would experience a nation clear of government overreach and tyranny 

No more King George, and his stupid unilateral, ego-driven, wishes and whims

This was so a sovereign people could play in the marketplace, creating their own wins

Everything was set to prevent controlling monarchs from decrying overriding dictates 

No centralized station, but due process, an electoral college, armed citizens, open candidates 

The inspired Fathers knew too well of the human hubris, and the rottenness at root

They knew with a new solid foundation, the glory of the populace would surely follow suit

Those aligning in principle, including other-worldly immigrants, would establish a country strong and bold

The song of freedom would ultimately uproot the world-wide seed of slavery, no man bought and sold

For this vision, the patriots sacrificed it all - their fortunes, their sacred honor, their lives

Of 56 signers, 12 houses burned, 17 lost everything, many tormented families and wives 

Treason’s potential punishment – four horses, one tied to each limb, with a call to do what they must do

Risking your homes, all your bank accounts, your life and limb … they did this … would you?

 

Betting not, most numbskulls would rather sit on their tails and rip on the Fathers’ lives 

Regurgitating our enemies’ indoctrination, propaganda and lies

You shall hate your history – it’s all part of the insidious, inciting attack

Certain media, politicians, and globalists hope you will never truly look back 

Our history luckily had only one King George, sadly we now have plenty  

They hide like cowards, yet always making themselves bigger than country 

These demons are the ones the Founders wanted to limit and keep down 

Though sadly we see they are the ones parroted and echoed by all these clueless clowns

From the establishment of unaccountable rogue monsters – the IRS, CIA, FBI, DOJ, NSA

Milestones of mayhem chip away at our foundation – from false flags to 911 to JKF

 

For those who forgot "we the people" and those who may have skipped their civics class

For those who own this country, “we the founders,” those who would take the country back

For those who rest on the Divine Providence, rationale, logic, principle, and facts

We call upon the arising, and a grand and glorious comeback

There will be the sheep who research not but buy into the latest emotionally charged hype

The disgruntled complainers can go establish another country, using Seattle's CHAZ as a prototype

The uneducated will scoff and laugh, no clue the gifts they have inherited to defend

They will not see 1776’s magnificent monumental historic shift, in the end 

Perhaps the promise of liberty hasn’t been destroyed, though a century of corruption can certainly creep 

Benjamin Franklin once informed us we had a Republic … but only if we did what we must to keep

After all is said, this will not be a battle of liberal vs conservative or left vs right, as they’d have you believe 

It will be an opportunity to practice discernment – light vs dark, freedom vs tyranny

So choose well my friends, do your due diligence to see what is really going on

And regarding the Founding Fathers, if you can’t offer gratitude, then simply move along

They did their part, they took their pledge, they sacrificed for your success 

All so you could perhaps live in a world of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

If I Start to Cry, I Will Never Stop

I recall when I was in the healing field, one of the main reasons people did not want to heal was because of this apparent need to avoid emotional pain, with even a thought they would never stop crying if they tapped into certain memories. By the time I heard this exact phrase come out of the mouth of a family member, I knew it was time to draft a poem. 

When I recall the moments when my life’s dreams were dashed

When I start to stall on momentum that has slowed down so fast

When I see the crashing of monuments that meant so much to me

When I see that the lobsters in the bucket want nothing to be free 

When I think of all the secret and subtle times my mom and dad tried

I wonder how long it would last … if I laid down and cried

I find myself isolated, lost, deserted, corrupted, caught

Believing … if I start to cry, I will never stop

 

When I think of the time, saying goodbye to Hennessy, our dog 

Looking to the heavens, then grieving into a pillow … dear God

When I look back and see how invisible I was, not standing up for myself

When I think of all the times I put my needs, wants, visions on a shelf

When I perceive how silly miscommunication could push us off the path of love

When I get a glimpse of the divine mosaic printing perfect patterns, all seen from above

All the enemies we branded, demanded, attacked, battled, fought

As I now wonder … if I start to cry, will I ever stop?

 

The family and friends I so desperately longed to know

Can be found beyond the barrier of this façade sideshow

In surreal moment, I once mourned so deeply the death of the living Christ

Not yet knowing that no such darkness can ever extinguish the Light

On Rumi’s divine field we shall gather, and meet all the grand characters there 

Into eyes we will recognize, the cast on Shakespeare’s stage … now bare

Enveloped in the shimming illumination that this cycle of birth and rebirth has taught

Now believing … as tears wash me clean, this love will never stop

INVOLVE HER

A lovely yoga teacher mentioned how important the breath was during her class. The phrase she used caught my ear, and led me to this prose. 

Restricted, constricted, we hold back the power

We hide, we’ve lied, we cling and then cower

We hold on, we hold on – waiting for that perfect space

We hold on, we hold on – grasping for something safe

We’re blind to the bliss, the grand state of glory 

We repeat the lines to some old, worn-out story

What have we forgotten, what don’t we consider? 

It’s the power of the breath – shall we include her? 

 

She is expansion, she is the heights, the breadth 

She is the inhale and exhale, she is the breath

The urgency of her sustenance is met when we must

The depth of her being is explored when we trust

The gift she brings originates from a haven high above 

The gift of her giving comes from a pure state of love

No longer do we fear her, no longer do we spite her 

It is the magnificence of the breath – let us invite her

 

Nowhere can we go where she does not go along

Nowhere can we flow where the melody misplaces the song

Nothing can invalidate her, nothing can replace her 

It is the beauty of the breath – we can only embrace her

The effortless grace found in the interweaving fabric of life

The dark turning to light, before again the day turns into night 

The mysterious puzzle, something to behold, we cannot solve her

It is the power and the wonder of the breath – let us involve her

Yes, in the end, as it was in the beginning – let us involve her

 

Meanwhile...

So many reasons to be in fear in this world. So many more to know peace.

Worry washes over you like a rainstorm without cover

So many slings and arrows – you take yet another

Crimes of the past haunt dark crevices of the mind

When all you needed was gentility – soft, sweet, and kind

Knocking on the head, post-trauma appears to never end

When all you wanted was the voice of a true and trusted friend

We crash hard – if not into fate, then into our own denial 

Even though so many other realities arise … meanwhile …

 

Meanwhile the sun rises in the east and sets in the west

Meanwhile the moon signals a time for peace and rest

Meanwhile the earth keeps spinning, bringing opportunities at every turn

Meanwhile the stars keep shining, an eternity impossible to discern

Meanwhile the perfection of karma, ensures all promises are kept

Meanwhile you carry on … taking the next indicated step

 

The world is unfair, just like it’s intended to be

Forcing us to search for our transcendent destiny

The sojourn can be arduous, the pathway often steep

We pray to our Lord … for our souls to keep

And if we look skyward, we shall never be let down

We pray to our Lord …for our souls to be found

Though bodies and buildings collapse – ash to ash, dust to dust

We climb the stairway before us, taking the actions that we must

So many reasons not to laugh, dance, sing or smile

Even though so many other realities arise … meanwhile …

 

Meanwhile …  Meanwhile …

 

Not to diminish all of the sorrow and all of the pain

Nor the hits your hummingbird heart must constantly sustain

Yet to recognize and celebrate the existence of another side

One whose perfect presence we need not ever hide

The presence of light, levity, brevity, certainty, and love

The presence of every angelic guide reflecting from above

The presence of our daily bread, taking care of our basic needs   

The presence of prayer to the Lord, for our souls to be freed

So much to be seen as bad, wrong, and indifferent … all the while

Even though reasons, infinite, give us cause to pause … meanwhile

 

Meanwhile the sun makes its journey, all the way from east to west

Meanwhile the moon reminds us of our nightly needs to rest

Meanwhile the earth keeps spinning, round and round evermore 

Meanwhile the stars keep shining, urging us towards heaven’s door

Meanwhile your beauty, truth and heart can never be denied   

Meanwhile you carry on … with a view of the other side 

Hello Friend

Ah, relationships in their many forms… how shall we greet them today…

A cat meanders through the door during a yoga class 

A dog approaches you on the couch, paws upon a lap

On a stroll outside, a hummingbird speeds by through the air

A trip to the zoo, every imaginable creature living there

Sharing a globe with the animals, in the wild and in the pens 

The depth and beauty of a boy’s and girl’s best friend

Hello friend, hello friend

How are you today, how have you been?

Oh, the grandeur of relationships … how shall we greet them today?

What words come to mind, what is there to say?

For the barista working hard to prepare that right drink for you

For the waiter and waitress placing orders for your chosen food

For the loved one in partnership, making this circle of love complete

For the man, woman and child simply passing by on the street 

As in the beginning, and then all throughout life, until the end

As we hold this sacred heart – in order to offer, share, heal or mend

Hello friend, hello friend

How are you today, how have you been?

How are you? What is new? What can we do?

With this life – to make it matter, to make it real, to make it true?

We welcome the morning, with a bow, a prayer, a knowing nod

We embrace the universe, the angels, the spirit guides, and God

As in the myriad of classic books we store upon the shelves

We see within others as we see within ourselves 

Husband, father, son, mother, daughter, wife

If you lived strictly on your terms, you may have missed out on life

Yet if you found the free, dancing energy encircling, you were indeed blessed

In-between the give and take: a mind at peace, a soul at rest 

There is nothing that can make this existence any clearer or dearer

Than learning to appreciate, love and honor the one looking back in the mirror

And so, what words come to mind, what is there to say?

Ah, the wonder of relationships … how shall we greet them today?

The pets, the patrons, the clients, coworkers, bosses and more

The random humans we bump into at the soccer field, bank or store

The ones who have held us up as perfect, the ones who made us all wrong

The inner self that has beaten us up for so long

The ones who challenged us, the ones who made everything a flow

A dear friend dog or a cat … peeking around a corner … hello 

We faithfully take a stand for a totality of life we can finally defend

As we reframe everyone as companion, searcher, Child of God and friend

How are you today, how have you been?

Hello friend, hello friend

Hello friend, hello friend