We speak these words,
But we don’t yet know Voice.
It’s no one’s fault.
There wasn’t a Choice.
Are the memories of Talks,
The times of shared laughter,
And the difficult Talks.
With deeper chats,
We’re-so-close but not There.
It’s like a bubble,
And we’re not quite Aware…
Within and beyond the fence.
At the edge of the forest I stand, in part.
Confused by where I stand.
Confused about where I’ve been, and unsure of where I’m going.
Trusting though enough in myself and in life; believing that I am safe and will find my way into the light; be it the open field, where I’m exposed, or through the forest; uncertain and often dark where hope is not a guarantee; where return is not a given.
Too careful; timid.
We just want to be Right.
But, our true voice will surface
When we step into the Light…
When we stop playing small.
As I read these words,
I’m finding peace.
Inner me. Distractions cease.
The noise around me fades away.
This time’s for me, and so I pray:
May this focus, here and now,
Calm me later; show me how,
To be with peace, when I am low,
And to understand, to learn to grow.
I may not get it right away.
Some lessons come another day.
I will find peace with steps ahead.
That is my choice. May I be led…
By my will and by my guiding spirits;
You can believe what you want,
But it is what it is.
You see what you want. But it’s truth that will live.
If you can’t be sure, then it might not be fact.
But, you stand to lose, so you choose to attack.
You’re wanting an outcome to play-out in your favor, but if you can’t keep it real…karma comes later…
Which is when you’ll admit it; that you had it wrong. And, then what? Too late? That moment’s now gone.
So what do ya do? Can you make things right?
Lesson learned? Will you change overnight?
It’s like the stars. They don’t go away.
You think they’re gone. They’re just outta sight for the day.
Like the light you can’t see, but that’s always been there. If you happen to see it, then you’re becoming aware.
Start repeating this thought…
I’m in my own way.
You’ll have unlocked the door
To a better today.
Here to write, for right, and to paint pictures for you. True layers; impressions; confessions, to open us up. For you.
See. We’re not bad. Sad though the way we’re behaving. An act. A fact, and if you can see it, you can be beyond the BS. Then rest, and dream big, knowing life and the fight and the let-go and it slows down, to the moment. Shown it, the parts are clear. It’s black and white, but golden. Now, you’re not holdin. It flows through you.
So you shape. Shift. With. It. Accepting. Observing. Absurdity…. is what we carry, from there to here. Hear it. Now. Clearer and clearer.
It’s the bell. And hell will be behind you.
You’ve known. The chime that comes and goes. That distant sound that calls just you.
If we can just be people together; human beings. Being, the right way.
We’ve heard, Human “Being” vs human doing.
It’s the doing part that fucks things up; our behavior. There is a right way to be. And, for things to be right, we must be able to admit our part objectively and to our mistakes, and face what is, and what is is that we’re all human beings; here together. Or, we should be, and if we’re not then we’re separated by stories; two sides opposed; at odds about the way things should be. Things. Situations. Stuff.
We all have more or less appreciation, at any given time, for life and for others. We’re all constantly moving from one encounter to another. How mindful we are and how true we are to ourselves and what light we hold ourselves and others in is very important.
Conflict and arguments happen when there is disagreement about what is and the way things should be. It’s nice when both sides can find common ground. After all, we share common ground. Most just can’t see it for what it is.
No one puts me in my place. I am where I am, and i can admit to myself when I’m lost. Those thinking they’re doing so just let it be known where they stand. More often than not they’re revealing their own ignorance.