Dedicated to my mentor, Dr. Douglas Graham.

In a young girl's heart
there is happiness
and carelessness;
and as I hurled my little body
through the fields of tall grasses
there was timelessness
and freedom.

But,
as the days and nights
passed me by,
I began to learn of past and future.
I was taught
to prepare for the future
every moment of my waking hour.
I was taught
that with future
comes a past,
that since others
hold onto my past words and actions,
I should too.

As each day and night
continued to pass on by,
I began to learn of pain
and how to attach and identify myself
with that suffering.
The hurt grew stronger
as I witnessed
words of destruction being spewed
from the angry lips of people;
as I witnessed
the crime and actions of those mortals,
who simply needed love,
yet were justified as “bad people”;
as I witnessed
my own mother and father
express violence and hate
to each other
and themselves.

As the light of day and darkness of night
continued on,
I began to learn of entrapment and authority.
My animated nature
was condemned by adults and peers alike.
I experienced my soul diminishing
as those in authority
attempted to control my inherent curiosity.

And as those days and nights
continued to pass me by,
there was no change
in the substance of my youthful education.
I eventually retained, engrained, and acted upon
the new collective understanding.
The knowledge of society
that I was trying to figure out;
the concepts and beliefs
about the life of others
and the society of humans
that was forced upon
my subconscious mind.
Yet each idea I was unwillingly imbued
grasped no true meaning within
and lacked a sense of righteousness.

In a young lady's heart
there grew torment and fear.
And as I started to forget
those timeless days
spent under the sun and blue skies,
disconnection and sorrow developed.
My head began spinning
within the cycle of madness
that encircled my surrounding society.
A fear change
was controlling my life path,
yet the situations and people in my presence
began to transform.
There was a new understanding to be learned
but at the time of my somber confusion,
I was unaware of this fear-infusing change
being for the better.

As the suns and moons rose and set,
my breath was being suppressed
beneath the heavy burdens
I was taught to carry.
I began to find temporary refuge
in the ruinous activities
of attempting to find happiness and freedom
in untruthful relationships,
late night destructions,
and seemingly innocent masks.
I was afraid of change;
afraid of a change
that I had no control over.

But as the suns and moons
continued to rise and set,
I began to dread and have pity on my life.
I realized I was searching for the light
in my self-created cloud of darkness,
so I started to accept the reality
that ongoing evolution in oneself
as a way of life.

So as the sunlight and moonlight
shone their passing luminescence,
thus began the opening
of my eyes
and heart.
I came across a familiar,
but forgotten,
way of life
that stood out to me
for the first time.
My dreams longed
for change in the world,
but I was unable to pinpoint
the areas that needed transformation.
I remembered meeting a man
living a strange kind of life,
and I thought I should meet with him
once more.

As the days and nights
walked on by,
I learned with enthusiasm
for the first time.
I grew content with letting go
of the attachment to the past;
letting go
of my fear of change;
letting go of the collective understanding
I couldn't make sense of.
My father introduced this man to me
who opened doors in my brightening life
that I didn't know existed until then.
This man
spoke without contradiction
and focused on who I was
as a living being.

And I conceived,
as the days and nights
continued on,
that this man
shared a vision
with the minority of others
and I;
a vision
of recreating the paradise on earth;
a vision
of unity,
well-being,
and peace
among every living creature;
a vision,
I came to realize,
that I can help expand and grow
if I started the change within myself.

In a young woman's heart,
there is happiness
and carelessness.
And as I run through
the familiar fields of tall grasses,
there is timelessness
and freedom.

Because of two men,
early on in my life,
I have taken on
a different kind of path.
I now seek happiness and love
through my connection with nature
and personal congruencies.
I have liberated myself
from my past life
and have embraced who I am
right now.
And I have forgiven those mortals
who are involved in the collective dictation,
acting upon anger and hate,
because their heads and hearts
are painfully swirling
with the insanity of society.

Because of these two men,
these simple human beings
who guided me to the open doors
in my life,
my existence is dedicated
to our powerful
and profound vision;
I am dedicated
to helping those suffering lives,
lost in their clouds of darkness,
to the everlasting light of paradise.
To help them realize
that they don't have to keep living a life
void of such a resplendent reality.

Thank you,
for helping find my own light
and allowing the freedom
to radiate that glory
and let it brighten my life
as well as the life of others.

We,
as a whole in our minority,
have created a ripple of truth
that will expand to the mass consciousness
and transform every aspect
of life on this planet
to our vision of an absolute
peaceful,
loving,
brilliant,
unified,
thriving,
compassi­onate,
vibrant,
growing
and everlasting
heaven on earth.

Life can find no substitute
when the end comes to love.
Two hearts intermingle
and become the one
they always were.
The hope that flourishes
underneath the lifeless games
create an everlasting spark
that subsists the reason
to keep on with life.

On and on
the cycle goes,
creating art with every breath.
An art that reveals
Passion,
Pain,
Joy,
Love,
Dreams,
and success.
Anything
that demonstrates
anything less,
shall not be deemed art.
Art is in the living,
as only the living
can see the beauty
that exists in everything.

In my hand,
and in my soul,
I possess the ability
to create.
To bring to life
the imagination
that dances
so freely within me.
To experience the art of creation
is a treasure;
The treasure
that every pirate
was looking for.
Live, and it will be found.

How can anyone
run from the world,
believing they're running
to find themselves?
For, the world
IS themselves.
You do not lose
what is already found..

We are what we perceive.
Perceive differently,
and you change.
Perceive love,
and you're love.
Perceive happiness
and you're happy.

Simplicity
is the essence of life,
and what could be more simple
than being?

Pondering rain,
drops of new,
and pats of old.
Contented sighs exude from my heart
as light scatters in colors
through the broken clouds,
the whole world
resides in that one rainbow...

The earth in its entirety
sinks into the darkness,
sweet hues
fade into a deep freckled purple;
asleep is the innocent;
wide awake
is the curious explorers
in love.

A nighttime symphony
awards an applaud
from the beats of the racing hearts;
alive and united.
A moment fully experienced,
God's grace
flows in the form of wind,
the warming breeze
lightly caresses
the skins of bare,
quietly blessing His children
to eternity,
Forever in awe with one another.

The sun boldly makes its arrival,
slowly spitting fire
into the beloveds below.
Somehow,
joy finds its way,
intertwined
within the arising glowing daytime -
even in the crashing water;
a mesh of beauty
is always present.

In the arms
of security,
love,
warmth,
and bliss,
one finds earthly manifestations
of His dream;
one embraces the energy
of His life.

Contented sighs
exude from my heart
with truth and beauty.
For my surroundings
sit modestly within me...
The universe holds energy infinitely;
the soul holds the universe in its entirety:
eternal and infinite is both as a pair
Like day and night,
like sunshine and rainfall,
like you and I.

Fly beyond the seamless edge of wonder.
Flap your broken wings just a little bit further.
The feathers that pin to your skin, ripple against the speeding wind.
So fly into the sun's heat on the coldest of days,
and release all of your discovered power into
the heart of the moon.
The smile of a star will scatter light inside your soul.
Fly above the worst of the fight, looking upon the blindest of them all.
Embrace the sight of the invisible.
Twirling in circles,
creating mindless art.
Let yourself drown in the bottomless air.
Fly through the clouds,
swimming in all it's passing glory.
The trail of your life will leave it's mark.
Retrace the steps and you'll find yourself heavy,
the wobble in your knees will fail you.
But if you continue to fly,
then you are untraceable.

Sunshine breaks through the windows,
warmth and wind beat upon my forehead
and a smile breaks out with sheer joy.

My body soaks
in the peaceful surroundings
as I rest soundlessly upon my bed of clouds.

My heart is tucked under the gentle wing
of bliss,
like an eaglet nurtured
under the comfort of her mother
as the noble pair soar high
above the land.

My still mind
mimics the pauses between the swaying breeze;
The utter silence that illuminates
the peace within.

My body shakes with awakening
as my self experiences satori
for the first time.

As I intently observe
the life force flow in and out,
now is love,
and I finally am.

As I bask in the glowing sun
that peers through the blinds,
I have been blessed with sight,
for now I can see.

What lies beyond our consciousness
is energy unfathomable.
Eluding our senses
with vibrant colors,
rich aromas,
and delicate membranes;
within them
lies something more.

Eccentric,
Understanding,
Sentient,
Aware,
Connected beings.
Personas that reciprocate
to love
with growth and joy,
and reacts
to destruction
with decay and sorrow.

Understanding the cosmic relations
bound to its life;
Feelings exude from within,
as they contain the energies of emotion,
responsive to death and intent.
Holding a capacity for memory
and creates attachment;
beings of such,
require love.

An acute awareness inheres within,
to be utterly conscious of surroundings.
An awareness so complete,
so attuned,
so incomparable.
A connection to Man unsurpassed,
how they delight in the happiness
of Man,
blooming evermore
calling on infinite bliss.

Beautiful creatures immobile,
yet crucial to Human existence.
Giving sweet air
and succulent food,
tending to health
while supplying peace and tranquility.

My heart conjoins with their love,
for life is wondrous in every aspect:
Mankind,
Animals,
Insects,
and
Plants.

My body is curled like a ball,
As tears cling
to the growing sadness
In the room with moving walls.

What have I done?
Asking myself
This fatal question.
What have I now spun?

I'll perk my shoulders straight,
And gather
My growing strength
Knowing it's never too late.

I can finally see the inner light
That illuminates
My wounded soul.
Now, the walls don't feel so tight..

Suffocated with my own hands,
But all I have to do
Is let go,
So I can finally take my stand.

My message isn't too far,
Why it's projected
Through youthful eyes,
Like the savior of the north star.

Swimming in a sea
Of flying
Creatures,
I've never felt so free.

So free,
So free.
I've never felt so free.

You’re so beautiful

And your eyes simply glow.

I love your laugh

And your hugs keep me warm.

Your voice soothes my heart

And your lips tingle my skin.

I love you.

All of you.

Forever.

Always.

For, we always were

And always will be.

Innocence is held captive
by their own tormented souls.
Wake up,
my equals,
wake up.
For when the eyes
of awareness
are first looked through,
one can't get enough.
Only a fool
continues to dream of being asleep.

Take off the hats of unkindness,
they're a burden to us all.
Expose the weakness
that has been smothered
in stubbornness,
it will heal us all.
**** Sapiens
were born with mindfulness,
we've only learned to live
while fast asleep.

The breath has been long forgotten,
ignored,
and taken for granted.
Some of my equals
are even too ignorant
to acknowledge change.
Change occurs within the moment;
beings are not what they were
just two moments ago.
Flowers are blooming
every moment;
lions are breathing
at every moment;
babies are growing;
every moment;
and the earth is moving
in every moment.

Connect,
my dearest equals,
why won't you connect?
I've grown to be in touch
with the love upon this planet,
yet I do not fail to feel
and empathize
with the suffering amongst us all.

The universe and I
are one.
I affect everything,
and everything affects me.
A ripple of interconnectedness,
no one is alone
or forgotten.
Just wake up,
my loving equals,
and open your eyes to truth.

Rays of pink, splatter across the escaping sky.
Blue and orange chase after the sun,
Coming into view for only a moment,
Until the green horizon engulfs the color-filled sky.
Struggling to stay above the sharp trees;
Begging to be noticed, and appreciated.
Disappointment is constantly thrown into the world,
Shared among others with closed eyes.

The world is slowly running from daylight,
Into the blinding of the stars.
Erasing the colors of the day,
only to color once more.

Finally the earth topples over,
Falling deep beneath the wondering minds,
Entangled in exotic dreams.
The freckles of the sky,
gleam above the sleeping land.
Within the trees play the songs of the night.
Colliding sounds, creating a lullaby for the listening ears.

Playing until little speckles of colored light shine on their backs,
Ever so slightly becoming stronger.
When finally, all traces of darkness is forgotten.
Disappearing under the rising horizon
appears the creation of new colors.
Following an undecided time,
The sun continues to rise and fall.
With rays of pink
that splatter across the escaping sky,
coming into view for only a moment.

Smiles are rare
In the confinement of life,
Stripped of rights
And torn to pieces.
These young, somber faces
Stare lifelessly
At the robot of authority
Spraying incoherent words
of Mother Culture.
As the drones,
Of once young and free hearts,
Are sent to the center
Of Mother Culture,
They know more of sadness
Than that of love,
They learn more of corruption
Than that of peace,
And they are taught of more disconnection
And destruction,
Than that of wholeness
And life.
The years utterly wasted
On the study of ignorance
And stupidity,
And the hope so depleted
Upon the punishment
Of play.
The moments wither away
Unconsciously
Through each discouraging day.
The puppets
Mother Culture calls 'Teachers',
Are no more wise
Than the children themselves,
Though authority has been granted
Through the strings of control;
A sad distortion of what reality
Truly beholds.
As each draining year
Is snatched
From the kids of the future,
Left are the choices to
Rebel,
Drowning in frustration and hatred,
Or surrender
Under the weight of fear and depression.
Oh how the mere energy of life
Is ****** into the mouth
Of Mother Culture,
Feeding on the people's God-given rights.
As the gongs
Strike the periodic reminder of enslavement,
The zombies
Of once wise and blissful children,
March to the next cell
Of Mother Culture's subject.

Oh how the people lie unaware,
Deceived by the illusion
That Mother Culture nurtures.
The parents of Her former education
****** their children against their will
Into the cold hands of her neglect.
If only they were allowed to know
The dangers
Of Mother Culture's teachings.

Mother Nature has been restrained
By Mother Culture's power
Of popularity,
Though Mother Nature still lives,
And is growing,
To educate the truth.
For the pupils of Mother Nature
Thrive upon the stable foundation
Of life and its means.
Each individual
Is a teacher unto himself,
And constantly remains
a student of God.
The clash of unrelenting bells
Do not flood the ears of the young,
As they blissfully transition
From one interest to the next.
The children of Mother Nature
Are secured
By the safe, living walls
Of her arms,
Which proudly resembles
The heart of the children,
Rather than the bleak, suffering walls
of Mother Culture's grasp.
The pure souls
Are allowed to explore with curiosity,
The wonders of Mother Nature's wisdom.
As the eager, passionate faces
Look upon no robot of higher power,
But a human being of any age,
Their freedom from authority
Is granted
To uncover the power
They encompass within.
These children
Know more of harmony
Than that of ******,
They of learn the choices they can make
That shape their reality in such a way
That contributes to life,
And they are taught simply of love,
Than to ever let rage defeat.
So enriched
Are the lives
Who've studied Mother Nature's works,
Every glorious moment
Never slips by unnoticed.

Thriving are the children
So fostered
By Mother Nature's lips of freedom;
Suffering are those under Mother Culture's
Heavy feet of control.
Mother Culture slyly inculcates
The teachings of death,
While Mother Nature openly provides
The education of life.

Man has triumph,
He also has defeat.
Man has love,
But he can also create hate.
Man has happiness,
Though he has felt sadness.
Man has life,
But he can destroy it as well.
Man has care,
But carelessness can overcome.
Man has strength,
But will try to ignore weakness.
Man has power,
However, power can have man.
Man has wealth,
Though has created material wealth.
Man has peace,
Until his balance is broken.
Man has balance,
Until he's dominated by mind.
So man has awareness.
Though numbed by modern creation.
I see man has choice;
Wisdom;
The path of life, or
Ignorance;
The blind path of death.
For neither both are
Wrong or right,
Just ways of being.

The girl,
with a mask,
a mask of fun.
She wears ***
on her body,
while she hides pain
locked within
her fragile heart.
She paints beauty
with every step,
but feels empty
the further she strays.

Purity underlies the picture
of an assumed permanence.
She loves and re-loves,
though she cries
the more love escapes within.
Falling into the trap
of the outward search
for happiness,
for acceptance,
for true love.

In a society that destructs
and hates,
but wonders why love
cannot be present
alongside that hate?
No, for love exists
without a trace of hatred.
While hate in itself, is simply
the lack of love.

So teach,
dear teachers!
How one must love
themselves!
Put a halt
to the waste of the eternal search
for peace.
Why, it is already within us!

Distractions tug on our awareness
every moment.
Disconnecting this girl,
from herself,
her true and pure
essence,
her peaceful spirit.
She has found hate inside,
though what has arisen instead,
is the lack of acceptance
to the disconnection
that she is bound to.

She hasn’t known her spirit,
in quite some time.
The purity was left behind
for a daunting picture
that she could wear.
Now childhood memories
are all that is conscious
within her.
She now longs after that freedom,
that complete joy and love for life.
Please not forget,
It is still within you child!

Set forth a journey,
not out and about,
but for a search within.
The love is still lingering,
just reach in,
and save it from it’s misery!
Let this love inside
grow and heal
your broken soul.

Your inner child will forgive,
and that purity will bring you
to see the light,
and feel the harmony.
Let yourself be the child
you always were.
And simply,
radiate the  joy for life,
you thought to have been destroyed.

Learn that happiness
is never destroyed,
peace
is never gone,
and love
never succumbs to hatred.
It is merely
the path we choose
that strays from purity.
It is always lying within,
some plainly put on a mask.

So take off that mask,
dear child,
your beauty lies within,
not without.

Sun, your joyous rays.
They ****** the little hairs
upon my absorbing skin.
My heart twirls and intertwines
with your glimmering smile.
How life is created by
your simple presence.

A life that yearns for your
generous warmth for an eternity;
Oh i'm complete with your vibrant laughter.

A rain of rainbow lights
cleanse my every pore,
As a renewal of happiness forces its way
through my dancing feet
and pours from my eyes.
Oh dance with me, sweet sun,
we'll share the symphony.

Though im curious,
curious for your mysterious cousin.
So i'll sing for him instead tonight.
Sing until every last of your beaming spectrum
has sunk in search of another embracing creature.

I'll sing until the crescent of
a single piece of every heart
gleams through a world of black.

With sand scattered about the darkness,
one will count each moment.

Though i miss you, my beloved sun.
Damaged eyes are starved of your powers;
Now i dance for you.
Dance until a collection of hearts recognize your beauty.

So maybe if we all dance, maybe if we all sing,
maybe if we all dream.
The world would glow its rightful glow,
in it's shade of white or yellow,
half or full.

Even when darkness has engulfed your hope,
cousin is always there.