It was a fear from long ago.
A corner stone of a foundation, dysfunctional.

How you served me and kept me safe
All those growing years.
Thank you for your service.
Thank you for your protection.

Today, with heart and mind
United with intent
I rubbed my hands together
Allowing your energy to grow
And grow and grow
Until it circles between my hands
large and full.

Then with the breath in
Holding on to the stillness.
I see the change.
Ask in prayer. Then give the command.

Breathing out and letting you go with gratitude
As I lifted my hands open to the heavens
My fear floated up toward the Light.
Forever shifted. For ever changed. Forever Transformed.

The builders let me visit here
free to roam the halls.
They’ve built some walls
and stairs
to upper floors with streaming light
and to a darkened basement.

I’m honored to be allowed here
to write words on the wood
to see pages posted that could
render me speechless if I let them.
But instead, these writings of pain
these revelations of shame
are like knives that pierce my heart
and I pour it out on the floor
and ceiling and dark corners
through the windows
into the night
into the light.

The builders nail their dreams
and desperation and beams
of hope, desire and grief
and lattice of love and belief
trying to do their part to complete
the work of this edifice rising
each day each hour
we builders immigrants
looking for home.

Love yourself;
Take care of yourself;
Accept yourself;
Have gratitude to yourself.

In a splash of sunlight through window panes,
we watch in grace together
Bright green eyes, light up my mind
I wish to gaze upon them

I watch her walk around me
Everything, she appreciates
I admire her world of wisdom
Teaching me to have space

Allowing the story to be told
Along the spiral path of time
Deeper and deeper along the blooms of the rose
You keep unfolding
Coming home to yourself
the dance beckons you further
asking for your honesty, vulnerability, humility
Be brave, take the first step, journey to the bridge between the finite and infinite
to the dark fertile void of possibilities into the light of their existence
An embodiment of creation
Feeling more alive within every fold of emotion, every texture, every taste on the spectrum, every sound imaginable, smells like a field of wildflowers tickling your senses simultaneously encompassing their juxtaposition
whole and complete unto themselves
No labels
What it means to be human
To feel so deeply yet be prone to numbness
To be exposed to the elements yet have a compass to find your way back to the beating anchor that guides you
The infinite love that animates you
Allowing the story to unfold
Not always doing what you're told
Not knowing what that even is then welcoming clarity like the brightest sunrise after the darkest hour
Sometimes lost then found anew
Learning how to tell the difference between resonance and dissonance
And the balance that helps it all make sense
Using a little of each, sparingly, carefully, distilling beauty from the crazy cacophony
So many paths leading to the same destination yet only one rings true at a time
Surrendering to the wisdom
Innate, embodied
the dance goes on to a different tune
Are you willing to explore?
Do you have a hunger for more?
What drives this desire?
An unexplainable longing to be among the possibilities
A chance, an attempt, a try
Unprecedented perhaps that's why
Co-creating something new
A different perspective
A fresh point of view
Journeying within to see that you are a cosmic reflection of all that is wanting to know itself as your life, reflected back as me
Reflections in a lake
We are all mirrors for each other
Beauty unbounded
Words are limited in describing this
You merely scratch the surface of your experience
Yet they propel you like guides to the unseen realms
To see without eyes
To hear without ears
Following the music of your soul
Answer the call
Here and Now
What will you discover?

I've met so many people,
Seen so many faces
Yet here I am
Sitting by the tree
All alone,
Often Pondering
What life would have been?
Had I not cut off
People who reminded me of
Simpler and happier times,
Singing together
To the tunes that barely rhymed,
Had I not cut off
The things that always seemed so real,
And some feelings that I tried to conceal.
But here I am
Learning to be happy,
Even if it seems sloppy
Maybe God's watching over me,
As I walk along my path carefree
Maybe I was playing with my sanity,
Just by sleeping in the arms of destiny.
Will I be happy about being selfish?
Or is treading the longer path towards gratitude something I'd relish?

What you exhale, we inhale,
a transaction that costs nothing
but one that keeps us living.

We have been busy exploiting,
So keep forgetting
that life cannot exist without you.

This forgetfulness could end us,
but you will rise from the ashes again
to nurture life in the future.

Hello cosmos,
I ask for forgiveness
for every act of compulsiveness.