What’s Behind it

What-about what’s not said?
Can you draw it out?
Do you know the issues?
They’re stemming from doubt.

There’s a bridge, yet divide;
an issue of trust;
a lack of alignment.
Listening’s a must.

But, see what you want…
You’re blind to what is;
Two sides to the story;
You fail to see his.

Hear what you want?
The very same deal;
You’ll entrench your beliefs,
But won’t find what’s real.

Go for it

Perhaps the first few…
You’ll thrown away.
But, then you’ll see progress.
Take the time. It will pay.

Improvement just happens,
When you want to do well.
Don’t practice though…
non-action’s a spell.

So get outta your head
Put yourself on the line.
Dare to fail.
Everything will be fine.

No big deal,
So go for it now.
Get outta your way.
You’ll figure out how.

We’re All God

We’re all God.
We just don’t see it that way;
Lost in our head
As we move through the day.

We’ve heard of “true self”;
Been told we’re not there;
As if, disconnected,
Is to say, unaware.

Perspective is key.
First, admit you are lost.
The story you feed
Does come with a cost.

The price you pay
Is through limits and love,
That we can’t understand
Until seen from above.

Which-can happen-now,
But won’t for most all.
A matter of ego;
From-where all men will-fall.

Tumbling through-darkness;
There’s an upward ascent;
A rejoining of self;
From where we were sent.

Reality: Forever Coming Into Focus

We’ve only ideas
Of what we can do.
Our potential is hidden.
It’s not shinning through.

Our mind holds the keys
That we were never told of.
Confused on this earth;
told that God is above.

That heaven exists,
Only after we die.
Taught that loss of a loved one,
Means we should cry.

Conditioned humans.
Lines that divided.
Like the best we can do
Is to say that we tried.

While ours souls call out
From within; our true self,
While we’re fighting disease;
Stuck with our health.

But I’ve experienced life
That defies known existence.
I’ve run without breath
for a very long distance.

I’ve played our games
Above the known best.
Beyond the set bar,
While completely at rest.

No explanation;
it doesn’t make sense,
Because of the way that we’re wired;
Like we’re way too intense.

Like the world I speak of,
Is about letting go.
It’s so close yet so far;
the world we don’t know.

But, we’re on our way
To a place paved by dreams;
Is to say, where we are
Is more than it seems.