Do You Remember?
Do you remember how to fly?
Just lift your arms, bend your head
back and feel your wings unfold.
Soon, you are aloft flying in the clear
abiding blue, nothing but endless sky
all around. Oh my sweet, sweet
child you do remember everything
now, before you came and fell to earth.
Now is the moment, you remember.
The tears fall, the grief flows at what
you left behind. Know though that
the gift is in your remembering. Just lift
your arms, bend your head back and
feel your wings unfold.
What If There Is More Than One Fork?
You and I often sit before forks in the road,
going left or right. What if these were not
the only choices and there were instead
many forks from which to choose,
perhaps even parallel paths being
lived by choices made? Imagine
if before you, stood the array of
parallel paths fanned out; each
consequence as well appearing
in the as-if-moment. Where would
your courage and knowledge lead?
Each choice fraught with uncertainty’s
peril; you sitting without sufficient
data, how is it possible to choose?
Perhaps, a life really is a crap shoot
Pass Line bet, hoping and praying
seven come eleven. Then again,
maybe the point is to trust-
trust in choices made.
There Is A Home
"And... oh, Auntie Em, there's no place like home!"
Dorothy, Wizard of Oz
There’s no place like home,
where the wind whistles forgotten
words, where everyone has come
and gone. The moon shines bright
over a landscape arising to reclaim
your humble birthright.
Go home, go home again weeps
the rotting wood. A shell may just
be a shell of what was, and you,
you are so much more. Look into the eyes
of the One who calls you to come closer,
the One who has truly been whispering
your name-and only your name-
for all these years. Home is not
some place to seek, searching
longingly for what was, your true
home is here, where you have always
been. Let yourself fall into her embrace,
She has come to flower your spirit
with fresh memories- untainted and pure.
Time to revive this poem written first in 2008:
I awaken each morning
blinded by my own light,
keenly aware of the true source,
a sigh released as I do
what we humans have
agreed to- prior to incarnating
I pick up the haphazardly
discarded skin suit
strewn across the bedroom
floor as if in a lover's hasty
to add further indignation
I adorn myself with pants,
socks, shirt and shoes.
then, and only then
do I dare venture out
into the realms
where humans roam,
I see you, notice first
your skin suit -despite
a deep yearning to see
only the Truth,-
knowing that in patient
time, my mind will be trained
to see you, your skin suit
and with the first sight,
see your essence
Then and only then,
will I breathe deep
into the new awareness
We each have paid our fare
in advance, to be awakened
passengers on this life starship.
The choice is to remain in hibernation,
fast asleep to the stars speeding
all around us, or to let go of tethered
consciousness and find ourselves
falling into, embracing the
Crab Nebula as she time warps
who we are into living the stellar
life of a fully conscious human.
The question is who among you
would still cling to being fast asleep,
witnessing the world only in muted
by for eternity, one after the other?
Or be awakened to the constant
greening and birthing moment
by moment awareness, of all
that glitters golden surrounding you?
Is there really a choice? Is there?
Proud Bald Eagle,
you soared into
my dream, achieving
new heights as you
dipped and swooped
within the sleeping sky.
You are the messenger
I needed right now;
that I am indeed on a path true,
even the words of my Beloved
come to me through the grace
of your seven-foot wingspan.
Your presence is now imprinted,
your message is clear. I go now
to share the news, we are here
to soar and soar ever higher,
reaching the infinite edges
of our own peerless existence.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.