Do you have a "Mindful Eye"?
For challenges you face on your way..
Or do you take a critical stance..
For each flaw, each "trouble" of the day?

From where do our judgements echo?
Intruding into Present from Past..
How well do you recognize the script?
You follow blindly believing you're cast..

In a role which allows no liberty..
To move free or breathe new life..
If you knew your role to be optional..
Would you find courage to let go of strife?

Would you see your perception subjective?
Suffering not manditory from Pain..
Would you re-map your inner workings..
To move forward your "healing brain"?

Now for me, I can tell you..
I suffer from "exhaulted opinions" too..
I stand in harsh judgement..
Of all "I can't" but wish I could do..

And as I become more flustered..
More discouraged and "proven" correct..
My Mindful Eye waits with patience..
That someday soon we'll connect.

Fault is a stealy sheild..
Blame, a fool's way to resist..
Misery affords some company..
Yet then Suffering will only persist..

A rebellion requires no heros..
No villians, no victims, nor saints..
Now how would this picture be painted..
If Healing and Mercy were paints?

The intense and darker shades..
Blended with muted, softer lights..
The poetry in each colors' movement..
Would strike us all with such sight..

We would not focus on parts..
Wonder what is"good" or what's "bad"..
We would breathe in the splendor..
The artistry of soul survial we now have..

Released from harsh judgement..
Free of resentments and old pain..
And finally those who have harmed us..
Forgiven, allowing inner peace to reign..

I can see now the injury..
The tear which ripped through a soul..
The irresistable gravitational force it has..
An internal super nova, made blackhole..

See the bandit who robs children?
Of their fantasy world of "safe"..
Their image of a benevolent universe..
Hallowed by a hole deep in inner space..

Time folds there as it captures..
Pain too emense to fit in inside..
Frozen solid for later feeling..
Moments from which we all hide..

Layers and piles of "protection"..
From hurts too bitter to taste..
Too cutting and raw in the knowing..
Too "gone" for time to waste..

Some more "protected" than others..
With their egos and illusion of control..
These are the ones most troubled..
Their false lives have swallowed them whole..

Now see the ones who show their pain?
Their layers suspended in time?
Perhaps some pulled to look inward..
Through the love of music, art, or rhym..

And others finally forced by fate's will..
To surrender their powerless pieces..
Emptied of excess, their souls cry out..
"I am Startdust; I am that which never ceases"..

Suffering said to Pain,
"Sister, how can this be?
Why are are we here?
When will we be free?"

Said Pain to her sister,
"You whine too much!
You ask too many questions..
You don't accept God's touch"

Angered - Suffering quipped,
"God's Touch sister dear?
Our world so full of ugliness
Have you not looked in a mirror??"

Pain rolled her eyes
"Suffering, how long has this been?
Since the beginning of dawn
Til we reach each night's end.."

Suffering sighed, exasperated
"Pain, I love you..I do
But how do you go on??
Tell me, how to settle without truth?"

Pain softened.. replied,
"Dear sister mine, be still..
I know not more than you
But, I see it is God's will."

Suffering, now resigned
Knew the argument she'd lose
Pawn pushed across chess board
"Sister Pain, its now your move.."

Lovely, terrible waves of love..
Wash her up upon the shore..
What first began an enchanted trip..
Has her sea sick, beggin for "No more!"

What on earth has happened to..
The woman who would make "all right"..
She was so ****** determined..
Her ship would sail, with sight..

From calmer seas she looked ahead,
Predicting demands to come..
Willed herself to be better than..
The experience which left her numb..

The storm itself caused some doubt..
Yet she defied the blinding rain..
Hunkering down through the beast,
Believed her mission not in vain..

Capsized went her beloved ship..
In the middle of the night..
Bewildered and so fightened was she..
Without a clue nor hint of light..

It is time now to move Dear One.
She heard from within..
This ship is lost, tis not home for you.
Its now, I'll teach you to swim.

"You must be joking right??
I have not even a vest!?"
Trust this voice to lead you home.
Let go!  And I will do the rest.

Confused yet still in awe..
She reluctantly let it go..
With gulps for air, flailing arms..
Now her lesson God would show..

"I'm scared! I'm weak!
Don't leave me here alone!"
Such silence was mistaken..
For an answer she has no home.

Washed up upon the shore..
Through relief and bitter tears..
The inner voice whispered softly..
Dear One, now I've released from your fears.

Listen...

As they show you
their many needs and ways
From the moment they are born
To the very last of your days

Their poetry is in motion
They're language is in play
Their cries for help, behavior
Their wisdom, confounds "your way"

Love...

Though you may be tired
And doubt plagues your mind
You crave quiet open spaces
And Sanity is so hard to find

Know each grace is given
For travelers to find a path
Branches placed to trip you
Land you on humility's softened grass

Learn...

To see youself the prisoner
You keep under lock and key
The one you flog for disappointing
The one who begs to be set free

To let go of your agenda
Your illusion of control
Listen, Love and Learn
All that's needed to be made whole.

want nothing, say nothing, feel nothing..
Safe.

show nothing, take nothing, give nothing..
Blank.

She's a chameleon with a steely soul.
She'll not sell herself for another to hold.

love nothing, care nothing, keep nothing..
Whole.

surrender nothing, live nothing, die nothing..
A role.

She's a chameleon with her mind turned loose.
She'll not be coming back for anyone's use.