#49BELIEFS

BELIEFS

The last and most insidious addiction 

Is to this idea that something 

Is wrong with me. 

As long as I believe this is so,

I am compelled to fix myself,

My life becomes a desperate search for sanity

As soon as I surrender

This false idea, this utter lie-

I am free; 

Free to soar amongst the eagles,

Free to frolic with the dolphins,

Free to splash colors onto canvases,

Free to sing in strange places 

(Like grocery stores),

Dance to the mailbox,

And laugh,

Laugh at all this irony,

Laugh at just how mad we all are.

We are slaves to the most constraining beliefs;

Why not choose 

To imprison ourselves

With beliefs

That set us free?

IRONIC

#48

IRONIC

Lost in our heads

bruised and exhausted by relentless thinking

we create our own 

dis-ease

by

the deeply ingrained belief

that 

something must be done

about this compulsive drive 

to do

Something-

...and Happy Festivas for the Rest of Us

                                                                               #47
          

xmas morning. 

holds no connection to spirit for me but my connection to spirit has been lacking lately as it is.  although i know that the force of love is pulling me towards its source always, in the midst of my fear and resistance, i can feel despairing and alone. 

what keeps me from giving up?

the love,

 the undying love i have for myself keeps me in the ring. 

ironic that it is my self love that refuses to settle for an outcome

anything other than the experience of self love and complete acceptance.

the appearance of loves absence is illusionary. 

but the belief in it’s absence 

creates an experience of sadness

and loneliness for me-

for this i can always take note and apologize, 

make amends to myself for

forgetting to be compassionate with myself. 

i am the first person on my list 

that i must love completely 

if i am to love you. 

when i judge and am unhappy 

with myself 

for any reason, 

when i measure and reject my current presence

i reject all the world and 

each and every person in it. 

as within so without

at all times. 

i am an imperfect man

with a good heart

and a sincere desire to become

a love spot, 

a safe place to be for my self and others

in an unsafe and often frightening world. 

what makes me safe is my understanding 

that the force that shapes

circumstances in this world

has as its highest intention

the goal of growing me,

of growing us

to the realization that we are-each of us

 simply a shard of God itself, 

simply a crystal of light from all that is light, 

just a chip off the old block of Love

that creates everything in the universe

that is

the universe itself. 

amen. 

THE LORD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS

#46

or

GOD ONLY KNOWS AND WE SURE AS HELL DON’T!

...we all contrive stories to explain why things happen and are the way they are.  but we don't really ever know, we are not gods or omnipotent. we are human and limited in our understanding. we can strive to maintain faith in a loving universe that provides for us, and what appears to us as good, bad or ugly conforms according to divine plan, chaos theory, or whatever you want to call the force(s) you believe in.

what if, we really are immortal and after our deaths, regardless of whether we think of them as untimely or tragic..we come back?  we live in god’s world and not one of our own making. the game goes on and on and on, life after life after life. 

This idea doesn’t at all sound strange compared to the many systems of belief that we indoctrinate ourselves with. Born a sinner having to repent and be perfectly good (whatever that looks like)  so we don’t go to EVERLASTING hell after we die. Why the fk  would an after life last eternally when the one we know is so short? 

Who developed these beliefs; especially the ones with a cruel and punitive god. thank you for writing a horror movie for me to live in disciples of Christ or scribes or ghostwriter altogether.  What nonsense. Harder still to understand is how we can go on believing even slightly that there is hell and damnation if we don’t behave exactly as some dogma written by some imperfect human proclaims. 

We are kept in our place by fear. This is the way societies control the people. And the more frightened the people become the greater their own need for control, for rules, for ideas of right and wrong. The result is that we live our lives founded in fear instead of love. Judgment instead of acceptance. 

But if we are immortal then what is there to fear? Death is just a new beginning ya? Isn’t this idea as valid as any other? Perhaps even more so since energy is neither created nor destroyed but only transformed time and time and time again. 

I dunno.  What would it be to go through life feeling completely safe in the wisdom of insecurity, never knowing what will unfold next? If not for our fear, isn’t this the adventure we would all like our lives to be? 

#45

Happy Birthday Dear Jesus

well it’s xmas time sweet jesus

what an advertisement you are

seems like every mothers daughter 

is out driving in her car

and the streets are strewn with holly

and the stores all hired their jolly

santa claus plainclothesman

to help them push the stuff

and all in your name jesus

we buy in vain sweet jesus

i wonder if it pleases you 

to see this going on

it’s your spirit that they’ve used again

i think you been abused again

from one cross to another lord

when will it ever end

cause it’s xmas time again sweet lord

i wonder if you’re getting bored

or do you sit dejectedly

revising plagues revengefully

to visit unexpectedly

upon our lowly sins

o the irony is great my prince 

like shakespeare you’ve been better since

you died and left a lifetimes work

for us to misconstrue

your’e birthday is our birthday lord

your tree in every home

because you lived is why we give

but when you died, you died alone..