Friday, March 9, 2018
Thursday, March 8, 2018
JUST SAYIN
History is full of recurring injustices and nations change their leadership and style of governance again and again yet the same greed, dishonesty and inequalities reoccur. I am convinced There never will be a significant change in the way we humans interact with one another and the planet until we individually change at our own core. When we begin to take orders from the center of our hearts instead of the jagged edges our fears, our brilliance will build cultures and communities and whole countries like we have only been able to dream of. Feeling connected to it all, knowing this deeply to be true, using the brilliance of our minds in service to our compassion for one another...this is the only way to change the world. From the inside out each and every one of us. What are we waiting for?
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
COMPASSION
COMPASSION
There is no evil in the world,
Only wounds and fear.
Our hearts are battered
and our love is twisted
and our best intentions
often wasted.
We ache
from the hurt
of not knowing
how to love ourselves
or others.
We take
whatever it takes
to ease our pain,
get us thru another day
all the while waiting and praying for rescue,
Light will blaze forth
And burn off our illusions
Revealing, at last,
Those great white wings
Of our angel-selves.
Oh I am such a sucker
For chick-flicks,
Tear-jerkers,
Drama…
Loss happens,
Tragedies strike,
Compassion arises.
Compassion.
Sets us apart from the animal
(in us)
Lets us take part,
In all of life.
We cry for the sick infant,
The abandoned puppy,
The bullied boy,
The soldier who does not come home.
We cry from compassion.
We cry from our God-Part,
Compassion reminds us
Of that deepest truth;
We are all connected,
All of life is connected.
The wind from the words I speak
Changes the weather in China.
Powerful words,
Thoughts, intentions,
Oh yes!
Strange beliefs..
Who cares,
We might ask?
I care, you care,
Hidden in yourself
This huge caring spirit
Cries at times
For no apparent reason.
Your divinity may be in shadow,
Your divinity is often in shadow.
Your divinity roars against
All your smaller ideas
Of who you think you are
And what you think you want.
You want nothing
Ever,
But to embrace, express
And celebrate your divinity
In this,
The only moment of your life..
Otter
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Sunday, March 4, 2018
THE SUN S FINE
But the Sun is Fine
The sky is purple from poisons,
The water an oily green,
Trees are bent and withered,
Rivers and soil bleed.
My friends are colored black or white,
( yellow, red, brown?)
The rich are bloated blue from decadence,
The homeless mute and out of sight.
The ancient ones are cast away,
The youth literally lost in virtual reality,
The earth and all our hopes are twisted together
Like an unwieldy ball of yarn.
The north is red faced with shame,
The south red necked with ignorance,
The women indigo from the exhaustion
of having to remain looking young,
The men drunk on money, sex and sports,
And no one knows who to trust anymore.
The animals are frightened,
The plants would flee if they could.
The dogs are fighting endlessly,
One bad and one is good.
But fear not!
The sun is reliably brilliant
Sending us nothing but warmth and light.
We shall adapt, we always do,
This is the dark before a new dawn.
The world will become as we dream it to be.
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