Birthright Bliss

Do You Have Any Inkling
How Entitled You Are?

Just Because You Are
The Offspring of
The Love and Light and Joy and Laughter
Some Call
The Divine?

Next Time You Are
In the Throes of
Dubious Deprecation,
Convinced You Are
Unworthy,
Ashamed of
The Darkness
You Have Wrapped
Your Self In,
The Fear That
Has Drawn
Your Imaginary Companions of
Sloth and Selfishness and
Other Offspring of
The Necromancy of
Narcissus,

Let Me Remind You
of Your Bill of Birthrights:

You Are Entitled To
Cry Out for
Deliverance,

To Ask to Feel Better,
To Order a
Room Service Delivery
of Undiluted Joy.

Remember,
You Asked for
An Incarnation of
Adventure,
Including Face-offs
With Fear,
To Practice Your
Love Moves,
To Pin Fear
to The Mat
In Righteous
Rassling.

But, Between Matches,
You Are Entitled
to Rest
In a Respite of
Birthright Bliss.

(Photo by Kyle Loftus; UnSplash)

 

Icons

I have a Quibble
with the Caretakers of
Icons,

Mostly Men
Who have Sworn
Allegiance

to a Paradigm of
The Creator of
All That Is

That Is Dead
Serious and
Snow Bearded.

Dark Robed,
Carrying an
Armload of Law Books and
Karmic Records, with
Sentencing Recommendations
Based on Stone Tablets
Hewed from
Mountaintop Granite.

Ask Your Self
What Brings You
Light and Laughter,
Heart Melting
Open Mouth
Jaw Stretching
Joy,

Love Lines Etched
Into Your Cheeks
by Grins
Greedy with Desire
to Wrap Your Self
Around
Your Child or
Your Bodacious Beloved or
Your Furry Four Pawed
Forever Friend.

Perhaps the Icon
for the Creator of
All That

Is
More Like
Lucille Ball than a
Bearded Buddha.

 

The Tea of Fear

It Began as Another
Black Hole Monday.

My Beloved Handed Me
Her Motion To Reconsider
My Auto-Reply to
Her Request
To Plan a Roadtrip
To Adventureville.

My Reply had been Steeped In
the Tea of Fear of
Being Required To
Do Something
Besides Worship Calendars
Empty of Anything
But The Promise of
Nothing To Do.

This Fear of
Something To Do,
the Deadening Sin of Sloth,
Has Been On My Back
Like a Pariah’s Pack,
a Bedroll of the Banal.

I’ve Begged The
Beyond The Veil,
The Love and Light and Laughter
Coming from
The Creator’s Café,
for a Menu of
the Medicinal Miraculous.
I Want to Order
Some Sort of
Divine Deliverance.

This Monday Morning
I was Taken to
a Secret Entrance to
The Mystery,
The Source of
The Breath of
The Beauty of
Benevolence.

My Light Being Guide
Handed Me a Key,
then Said,

“The Next Time
You’re Asked To
Reconsider Your Refusal
To Breathe Even a Breath
of Rigor,

Put This Key
To the Door of
The Mystery,
and Whisper:

‘I Think I’ll
Just Do It and
See What Happens.’

Then Walk
Through the Door.”

(Photo by Tarik Haiga; UnSplash)

 

The Adventurer

You came Here
to Have an Adventure.

It’s Working
Isn’t It?

My Adventure Is
So Damn Weird.

It Includes
Laziness
(I’m Workin’ On It)
Writing these Goofy
Random Broken Up
Sentences
(I Like that Part)
and Choosing
Beds and Breakfasts over
Backpacks and Campfires and
Reading and Movies over
Dayhikes and Pushups.

I’m Loving the Part
with a Lifetime Soulmate and
Two Kids on Adventures
I Love even More Than
My Books and Movies.

How About You?

Maybe We Should
Meetup and Swap
Adventure Yarns.

But Here’s The Thing:

Don’t Be Misled
Into Believing
You Should Be
a Different You.

Have Some New Adventures
If You Wish.
Hike Somewhere and
Heat Your Coffee
over a Campfire.

But You Be You.