Being

You Will Be Told
You Should Be
more Sociable,
more Involved,
more Community Minded.

You Should Be
less Quiet,
less Inclined to
Sit in Your Corner
Reading, or
Swiping on Your
Screens,

You Should Be
more Sensitive
to the Feelings
and Mood Swings
of Others,
more Willing To
Consider Beliefs
that Do Not Align
with Your Own.

More Often Than Not
You Will Be
The One
Telling Your Self
What You Should Be.

But What If
You
Are a Ray
of Pure Light,
Luminous With
the Love
that Forms
The Light
that Created
All That Is,

Always Have Been,
Always Will Be,
So
All You Need Do Is

Be.

(Photo by Omid Armin; UnSplash)

 

Wavelengths of Light and Water

If You Knew
that All
is made of
Love,

in One
Form or Another,

much as
a Rainbow
is a Prism of
Light and Water,

in One
Form or Another,

separated only
by the Velocity
and Artful Variety
of the Dance Steps
of the Waves of
Light and Water,
when Measured
by Lengths;

If You Knew
that All
is just such a
Prism of
Love,

Measured only by
Vibration,

Why would You
Fear?

And,
for Heaven’s Sake,
Why would You
pay any Attention
to Anyone
who tells You
to Fear
God?

(Photo by Austin Schmid; UnSplash)

 

Wakeup and Daydream

When was it
You left the Door
to Your Holy
Inner Sanctum
open?

Where You keep
Your Canvases
and Paint Brushes,
Your Pens and Ink
and Manuscripts,
Your Movie Cameras
and Dancing Shoes,
Your Costumes and
Makeup?

When did the Cadre
of Drill Instructors
march in
with plastic bags
and garbage cans
and scoop and sweep
until all that was left
was a bare floor

just big enough
for a desk and
some filing cabinets and
a To Do List?

Where You once
Danced on Tightropes,
Swung Words on
the Trapeze,
made Movies
of Bare-legged Beauties
on Bareback Horses,
and Painted
Circus Clowns
with too much Lipstick?

Now You mostly do
To Do.

Is it Time to
Wake Up and
Daydream,
show The Drill Sergeants
the Door?

It’s not
Too Late to
Run Away and
join The Circus.

(Photo by Raphael Maksian; UnSplash)

 

You Showed Up

When the Casting Call
went out,
You Showed Up
and told The Director
You wanted to Play
You.

Which Lit
The Director’s Face
like a Sunrise
in Paradise.

Because You were
Perfect
for the Part.

At the Audition
every Move was
Flawless,
as if every Line
was Written
Only for You.

I’ve heard
The Director
gives You a Single
Note
after every Show,

whether the Theater
was Full or
running on Empty,
whether You
stumbled over
broken Lines or
brought down
The House.

The Director always Says
Something like This:

Act as If
You Belong
Right Where You Are,
as if
You Own that
Stage,

Because You Do.

(Photo by Dea Tycor: UnSplash)

 

You Choose

Who will You
Attend To?

The Scribe
Who Imagines
a Maker of
All That Is
with an
Ego?

With a Desire
to be Worshipped,
a Command
to be Obeyed,
a Demand
to be Feared,

Or Else

be cast into
Darkness
teeming with
Demons
custom made for
Torment?

Or will You Hear
the Teacher
Who Imagines

a Father
with an Heir Apparent
Errant Son,

Who leaves Home
without a backward Look,
pockets filled with
His Father’s Gold,
eager to spend it
destroying the
Self Adored by
His Benefactor?

Only to come Home
pockets torn and
Empty,
Begging to sleep
in an empty corner of
His Father’s barn.

Greeted instead with a
Banquet of Celebration,
a Ring and Robe,
woven of Love
that knows Nothing of
Judgment or Consequence.

Which Story
would You
Like to Be Told?

(Photo by Chuttersnap; UnSplash)

 

Awareness

She Awoke
in Darkness,
day after day,
even on
the Brightest of Days.

Feeling like
an amorphous
Blob,
overhearing Passersby
commenting
to each Other
that She
needed to come
Out of Her Shell.

It felt like a
slow Death,
as if she were
consuming
Her own Body,
day-by-creeping-day.

One torturous day
She felt Her Self
breaking into
brittle pieces,
crack-by-crack.

She began
One Last
Striving Struggle,
One Last
Desperate,
Dangerous Dangling
over the
Disaster of Her
Falling.

But instead of
Falling

She Became
Aware.

Aware of the
Besotted Beauty
of Her
Sun-Orange
Wings.

And She Flew.

Are You Aware
of
Your Wings?

(Photo by Joshua J. Cotten; UnSplash)

 

Look At This!

I was sitting
on the couch
with My Maker,

morose and mawkish,
examining
all the Reasons
I should be
Ashamed

of My
Scared and Scarred
Little Ego,

“So Sorry,”
I said,
“for this
narcissistic, lazy,
underachieving . . .”

“Oh, be Quiet,”
The Maker said,
laughing.

And The Maker
thrust a
Light Hand
into My chest
and pulled out
a tiny,
burning,
Pebble of Brightness.

“Look at This!”
The Maker said.
“This is the
Part of You
that’s made of
Love and Light and Laughter,
that longs to Be
a Gift
to All That Is,
without Regard
to All that
Comparative
Claptrap.”

“I Adore This.”

“Now,
go give It
to Someone
Who needs It,
there’s Plenty More
where That came from.”

And then I Knew:

When The Wise Ones Say,
“Find the Divine
in Every Being,”

They’re talking about
That Pebble.

(Photo by Ben Collins; UnSplash)

 

Know This

You know when
You’re watching
that YouTube Video,
the One
that Makes You
pump Your arms and
hammer Your legs
in time with
that Wild Drummer,
and close Your eyes
and see Yourself
as that dancing
Rhythm Guitarist?

You know how
You Feel like
Your Heart will
lift You right out of
Your computer chair
and You’ll float around
giving random hugs
to your
sleeping dog
and blowing
Kisses everywhere?

The Joy
squeezing Your
Viscera
like a sponge
dripping Euphoria?

Remember
How That Feels?

Know This:

Your Creator
Loves It
when That
happens,

even More
than You do.

(Photo by Spencer Davis; UnSplash)

 

Just Be

When You Feel
Like It would be
Better if
You just Ceased
To Be . . .

Just Be.

. . . As If
You Broke
What You Were
Given,
In some Fit of
Childish Rage,
or
You Twisted In
upon Your Self,
a Narcissistic,
Comfort Seeking,
Selfish Centered
Fool . . .

Just Be.

Don’t Try to
Fix It.
It’s NOT
Some Thing
You Do.

Just Be.

Stop Trying
To Be
Like God.

No!

God Is
Being You,
Silly One.

Just Be.

(Photo by Anthony Tori; UnSplash)

 

LightWorks

Sitting at a Table
with Banana Bread and Coffee,
in The Dining Room
of a Hawaiian
Hotel d’Paradise,

I Imagine
a Cloud of Light
that Covers
and Inhabits
All That Is.

(I will Concede
the Ease of That
in This Place.)

If All That Is
is Made of
The Light of Love,

I have
Nothing to Hide from,
Nothing to Fear,
and
Everything to Embrace.

Knowing That

The Apparitions
that Appear
to Be
Dark and Dangerous

Don’t Have a Chance,

and Will At Last
Surrender

To This Cloud
of Light
That Is Drowning
My Table
In The Dining Room
of Hotel d’Paradise.

(Photo by Volcano Inn)