On our road ahead
how come sometimes it feels like we are going backwards
and we get so mad at ourselves for allowing it so
for we should really know better, right?
We know...
but our hearts forget it so.
We know...
but our minds trick us again
to believe that old song,
that old story,
that old phantom
of boring phonies
that in our perceptions
we believed,
that in our minds
we perceived-
that we are less or we are more..
can't we finally remember
the truth that's stored?

We feel intimidated,
we feel afraid,
we feel small and insignificant,
we feel awfully shy
we feel betrayed.
But all the while
it's all within-
that dark filled story
that keeps us in,
that keeps our walls
protecting us whole-
but then again and again and again
we wake up realizing
we lost it all,
we lost the years
we lost much tears,
but can we now allow
what's false to disappear?

Can we draw upon our notions
that there comes a point in our lives
where we live in devotion-
Of nature and skies,
of prairies and laughs,
of animals that kindly help us get by,
and a spark of light that kindly lives inside.

There comes a point we let the story go-
yes, that story in the head eventually gets old.
It lives inside us like a monster
and tries to take over
and be preposterous,
but yes- there comes a point when we just dearly smile
and see the story as a fable full of bile-
-gross I know :)
we spit it out and send it away
and learn to again play with our dear beloved days.
Oh life of days you remind me to be-
the exact sunflower I was meant to be.

Everything that is not love eventually brings us to love!
Everyday more and more,
and
it doesn't matter if we have gone back and forth
again and again-
What do we choose now?

 

Flickering lights
in the night away
wondering the streets
while thinking of play.
Yet noone seems around
to merrily say-
Let this moment be love
and don't let love betray
our confused essence
that lies beneath a
pleasant sentence.

We try to be what
many times we are not
and then hide the truth
so we can be more
of what impresses the other,
but deep in our hearts we long to stay
real to the truth of who we truly are today,
we're finally glad to see the truth of who we are,
it truly feels good to be the real me by far.

I am not always the happy little one
who always has time to be there for someone else.
I am not always the kind generous soul
because sometimes I too get moody and low,
yet in life we are learning to get back on our feet-
learning to shine again,
learning to live life mercifully.

Before I would get discouraged if I felt sad again,
now I realize it
is nothing personal, its just something
that happens again and again.

Little by little, we are mastering all traits,
we are going beyond behaviors,
we are finding new ways.
Little by little we are catching the waves,
we are riding them gracefully
until they melt away.
Little by little we resist less the rain,
and start flourishing
and letting it be our friend.

Love is the answer, love that's within,
and then can we be real, and let the shine spark within.

Flickering lights
and all the while we thought noone was around,
but now we see it was never so.
That love inside- when open and proud,
is truly the connecting source of
happiness outloud.

And everything else is icing on the cake.

I've invited myself

I've invited myself to finally be real
I've invited myself to let go of stuff I held on for so long
Stuff of sorrow
Stuff of pain
Stuff of doubts
I was stuffed with bouts
of unhappiness,
Lots of sadness.
Misperceptions
and misdirection
Yet through all the pain
and given self blame
this ego swept
and with a clouded will I wept
until it no longer wished to be kept
alive and growing,
this suffering got tired of brewing
and so it became freed
as I now feel free,
as i now feel the breeze
through this night that feels like such ease
Ahhh such love in my heart
and I am glad this journey I have confronted and became part
of this growing experience,
What amazingness, i feel contingent
upon this dance i played
to learn what is not love and
eventually be able to appreciate
the way
of love and tenderness,
of grace and divine perfect-ness
Is that a word? It doesn't matter...
language is just language
it is the heart connected
that truly matters.
To be gentle with one another and pray
for all of us to return to the place where we can play
like a child and feel the freedom to be
in a place of singing quite happily.
In a place of loving
quite lovingly.
Everything that is not love eventually brings us to love, each and each given time more and more sweetly and lovingly.

 

The best pig ever!! Most Kindest soul! And wow- what a great communicator!!

 

ahhh beautiful!