Sometimes it’s the bait.
Sometimes it’s the Hook.
Sometimes you have no choice,
But to turn the page of the Book.
Where you at with this?
Have you Evolved?
Or, are you that same kid from High School,
That thinks he has this Solved?
Where do you think you are going?
You gotta slow Down.
Forget what you’ve learned,
And just look Around.
And, then just keep looking,
And get outta your Head.
You’ll begin to see things differently,
Despite what you’ve Read.
Gotta live in the moment as much as we can.
Much too often, I’m stressed by a plan.
And, weighed down by the future and past.
Wish I could make an empty mind last.
She’s content… but she’s a little bit anxious. Happy, but a little unsettled. And…. she’s ready to play…. but she’s happy to lay… around… in the sun… or the shade. She loves the breeze.
She just wants to be… with what’s good.
Like a hike…. taking the path of joy… by choice… though the trails of pain are there. The trails of doubt, and with the fear and unknown.
Gotta leave it alone. Gotta live with the music. The good song…. where we’ve left behind and alone the weight and shame. Where that game has faded away.
She didn’t ask to be made to walk with pain. She’d have never done what she did. So many times, when once is too many, for anyone. Just a kid. So unbelievable sad…. to be hidden from love the way she was. Ohhhhhhh Lori. Lori. Lori Lori. My sweet sister. I’m so sorry for everything. We didn’t ask for this, and now you’re gone forever.
I wanna sit here in the shade with you, and the breeze, and just be with you… again.
I know that I must lead by example.
I imagine things as, us being Great.
I must produce better moments, and-show-folks how to shine.
Make more time that is not about Hate.
We’ve all got things to Say… and it all has its place within the layers of love.
We just dont know the language yet. We just can’t hear the truth.
Coyote spins the wheel. Red fox knows the deal. Big bear calls the shots, And, round and round we go.
Hard as we stare… Loud as we say it… can’t quite make it right.
Not a fight we’ll ever win. So close and yet so far.
Until we know our dreams. It’s not the way it seems. Got lost within my trip, that I may find myself.
We’ve all heard the saying, Be in the moment.
Many of us have a grasp of what that means. To me, I consider my understanding of Buhdism of the concept of enlightenment; that there is this place or way to exist that is filled with peace and joy and an empty, open mind where one is connected with life in an ideal way.
However, being in the moment means something different to everyone. Can you be in the moment if you don’t know / understand the moment? Is perspective reality or is reality reality?
Of course, the answer is, reality is reality, and perspective gets in the way of reality.
Today, I’m thinking of this in terms of people getting in their own way. Do you know people that exaggerate and / or that don’t speak the truth? Do you know people that lack context in their rationalizations? People that have their own story about what’s happening, and you can’t help but ask, why is this person seeing things this way?
As I think of various examples I find common threads. There’s typically negativity. The perspective is often that, someone else is doing something I don’t like. Finger pointing, and this can completely cloud the person’s awareness.
So, awareness is a big part of knowing or of being in the moment. And, everyone will tell you that they think they’re self aware. So, does it come down to perspective? And, what about the idea of an empty mind? Can you be in the moment if you’re holding on to something? Holding something against someone(s)? Carrying weight from the past into the opportunity in front of you?
No. One can’t. I’ve experienced that evolved state of consciousness. The golden light. The empty, open mind. A state of being where I was living a more evolved existence.
It was temporary, but I was shown just how far We are from our potential. I was shown that heaven and hell exist on earth, and that it’s a matter of the mind; that our minds are getting in the way of a better way of living.
We’ve all got a story. Rather, stories. A past, and stories to ourselves about our circumstances; what’s happening to us right now, who we are, and what we’re doing; what our place is.
The truth is, we were never taught the right way to be. Our parents and theirs never understood the true nature of life. So, what is this life to you? What is your purpose? What are you trying to prove? For who? Why?
Do you believe in love? Do you believe in the idea of peace on earth? Are there certain questions like these that you ignore day in and day out? Is it your job to make a difference? Does it start with self?
As always, I hope my writing reaches someone(s), and that it has a positive affect. Food for thought if nothing else. My suggestion for you is to spend more time in meditation. No. Not necessarily on the floor, Indian style. But, with yourself, in a quiet place, where you can practice Not Thinking. Just be. With yourself and this beautiful life you have, just the way it is.
Kinder thoughts
As you come and go.
From my mind.
All the time.
Wishing for that better space;
Open.
Fine. No problem, as the past fades away
In its place.
Connected, right, the light comes in,
Like the wind,
For a time.
Just want it to stay.
For always.
For us.
Just want you to stay
With me.
Why did you have to go
So soon?
Come back to me.
I’m on my way
To you.
I remember finding a feather.
She said, It’s sent straight from Heaven.
Just like an angel had dropped it
For me to put in my pocket.
Like it’s good luck, or a sign
That everything will be fine.
Designed
To Remind me
To trust in my path.
I’m guided by
A higher force.
Like I am rider
And it is horse.
Should I decide
To take a nap,
Please let me rest.
Get off my back.
I ride a path
That is my own,
But I know that
I’m not alone.
I trust that we
Are here as one,
But let me ride
And have some fun.
We all have ego.
Many, vice.
Is this making sense?
I won’t say it twice.
I’m moving on.
Unclear’s the road.
But, one thing’s sure.
I have a load.
My burden seems
That which I’ve carried.
Pain I’ve held
From those I’ve burried.
But i ride on
And go my way.
Not up to me;
The horse’s say.
Holy Cow!
To put it politely.
You haven’t a clue.
Not even slightly.
You’re not even aware,
You don’t even know.
You’ve got to see this.
C’mon! Let’s go!
Can you believe it?!
What do you think?!
We never thought
It would actually sink!
But here we are
And there it is.
That’s it. It’s over.
It’s no longer his.
We knew he sucked.
We believed he was lost.
A matter of ego.
And here’s the cost.
The price to pay.
His business is gone.
He wouldn’t listen.
We were a pawn.
A cog in the wheel.
The machine couldn’t last.
He never learned
From the lessons from past.
He ignored the truth
And saw what he wanted.
Karma has spoken
And now he’ll be haunted.
And he’ll move on.
But you know he won’t learn.
Despite the scar.
In spite of the burn.
He’ll just blame it on others,
Like it wasn’t his place.
Those others were fat
And a total disgrace.
Funny not funny.
Dissapointing and sad.
He’ll never know
What we knew that he had.
NOT FOR RANT 