whatever I’ve done
whatever I may do
I will always come back to what’s true
and when the battle within me is won
I will return and make it up to you
whatever I’ve done
whatever I may do
I will always come back to what’s true
and when the battle within me is won
I will return and make it up to you
even though it seems that my heart forgets the song I must remember that it is always humming with the love in the air and on the lips of those with whom I speak and in the eyes of those that pass. Even though it seems that my ears can not hear it, the song is always playing, it is the tree that mistakenly believes it is alone, not making a sound as it falls. We hear you sweet tree, your crash landing reverberates so bitter-sweetly creating many beautiful, multifaceted stories witnessed and experienced by all. The journey to rock bottom is not necessary to the song but helps those of us lost to find it. The only definite in the music is the destination, a pure singular tone that washes away all of the tiny details of up down tree and rock. A tone that returns us to each other and boils it all down to perfection. close your eyes and allow yourself to embrace the anchor of you to all, the song to which we may not always remember but can never really forget Ommmmmmm………
Love as you breathe, bliss pervades.
Breathe as you love and all is saved.
Empower your eyes to take in the richly decorated skies
filled with the flowers that bloom for the bees, and the powerful trees
that gift us with beautiful vision and profound insights
into the peace and achievement possible when we embrace the stillness
at the center of the ups, downs, and indecision,
dancing around these flashing lights
It tried to leave me,
but can the liver leave its heart behind?
it looked in the mirror,
used its two eyes to see me,
what looked back was a good man,
with a smile so kind
Made peace with it all
and am so happy to be me
embracing the lovely
That is my being combined.
Writing the story thoughtfully
of man and god, intertwined
Some use the old adage others are hampered by a blockage
still more complain of the contest’s early stoppage.
It used to be about all types of suffrage
or the top quality of your package
but thankfully that unique carnage
has given way to a growing spiritual assemblage.
The great advantage of our marriage to each other
and our growing courage
is releasing us from bondage, giving us strength as the right arm
or should I say appendage
of a collective that is our right and our secret heritage.
This is not the hopeless wreckage.
It is the total package
waiting for you and I to manage our miscarriage
and unpack our baggage.
What waits for us? Only limitless advantage
and the demise of outrage as we celebrate a brand new image,
and the obsolescence of preface as we engage in this great and complex voyage
that will lead us to love and ultimately safe passage into the new frontier of a
perfect AGE
Procrastination
hesitation
and wild speculation
will only serve in the perpetuation
of agitation and a fixation
on the administration’s installation instead of the aspiration to elevation through meditation
that is your ultimate destination
agitation
grimaces
brow furrows, anguishes, regrets
tedious stresses
apple cart tippers
abrupt lane changers
micro managers
screamers
beaters, leavers, haters
thieves, litterers
do-nothings
and hoard-it-alls
I will most surely meet you today
and when I do
I will embrace you
with patience, kind words, and
the unconditional love that I have failed to give you thus far
and when I have perfected my practice
there will only be
tingles
smiles
sweet nostalgia
exciting changes
baskets of fruit
wide open roads
partnerships
singers, lovers, givers,
and need nothings
because we have it all….