If You Don’t Have Time

If you don’t have time
to be compassionate
you’ve forgotten
what time is for

Rushing through life
bewildered and dazed
Futile efforts
to keep an illusionary score
Days turn to years
Years become your life
Eventually, the pace
you can keep no more

When we fall from
ego-made hampsterwheels,
and the pace
of the rat race
We see we never
found peace in more

Peace and understanding
go hand-in-hand
When we understand,
we have peace
When we have peace,
we understand
If we don’t have time
to be compassionate
we’ve forgotten
what time is for

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The Land of Sleepwalkers

Walking beside Spirit
In a world where Spirit
is ignored
So he feels alone sometimes
Spirit speaks with him
He speaks with Spirit
He’s just offering
A reminder of our essence
Carrying reminders
more valuable than money
in a world that doesn’t
value essence
Because they can’t
own it
control it
consume it
or
sell
it
And when he speaks
reminders too loudly
or too boldly
He’s no longer ignored
But considerd a threat
To the walking dead
Who only know how to
own
control
consume
or
sell
But he’s not afraid
And doesn’t care
If you ignore him
or attack him
He’s been given a vision
That walks him awake
In the land
of
Sleepwalkers

photo credit: Akello J. Stone

Independence is a Lie

Independence is a lie
In an ever-connected
Uni-Verse and Universes
There’s no such thing
As a self-made man 
or self-made woman
Love has no opposite
other than illusions
Just as a seed
Never stops needing
The Earth
We never stop needing
The Creator, Earth, Love,
our hearts and each other

We are completely dependent
Upon the Creator, Earth,
Love, our hearts,
and each other
Independence is a lie
Separation is a hell
Where we cast ourselves
In the illusion of division
Forgetting that
Just
As
A
Seed
Never
Stops
Needing
The
Earth
We
Never
Stop
Needing
The
Creator,
Earth,
Love,
Our
Hearts
And
Each
Other

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The Divine Dinner Table

Barely being able to see
Over the table
I peeked my head up
And saw I was at a dinner table

There, before me,
are all my favorite foods
drenched in love –
seasoned with compassion,
joy and acceptance
The juice in my cup
Is of the finest nectar
Made from the most
beautiful and nutritious fruits –
sprinkled with lights
from the stars of Heaven
Mixed together by Angels
Who sing as they prepare
Our meal

One of the other children
At the Divine Dinner Table
Began to say a prayer
When a loving, confident,
gentle voice interrupted,
“Everything is already blessed
because you are here.”

I peeked my head up again
To see who said those words
And saw that it’s God
Sitting with all of us – the world
at the Divine Dinner Table

God is as close or as far away
as you want Him to be
Every person, animal,
plant, stone – all of creation
from the past, present, and future
Has a seat
at the Divine Dinner Table

We are all just little children
laughing while eating
delicious food, and knowing
We’re loved, safe,
protected and important
Oh, the Angels sing
When we come together like this!

The only cranky children
Are those who refuse
To take their rightful place
At the Divine Dinner Table
They each have their own reasons
For not sitting in their blessed chair,
but none of their reasons
ever makes them happy

The Divine Dinner Table

Chit Chat, Busyness, Small Talk 

Chit chat, busyness, small talk

Kiddie pools filled with soundbytes,
three minute attention spans,
self-righteous indignation,
contrived malice,
get rich quick schemes,
and ego-stench
that’s always talking
Chit chat and busyness
that makes talk small
where listening doesn’t listen

Somewhere beyond
Chit chat, busyness & small talk
The lion remembered
His roar
By sitting sunrise to sunset
With the bumblebees
Who were told by the experts
That they cannot fly
Yet, they do
And their work pollinates
The world with life

The Lion dove back
Into the depths he’s created in
Remembering the life-giving
Nectar he’s made of
And he roared
Reclaiming his voice
Awakening the land
From the endless slumber
Of chit chat, busyness & small talk

Moments of No Words

As a writer, I love words, yet I also love it when words stop – those moments in this life when there are no words. For it is in those moments where we see if the words we’ve written, spoken or quoted ever meant anything.

They talked and talked
Until they couldn’t talk anymore
The last words they wrote
were a question:
If we couldn’t speak
for the rest of our life,
what would the rest
of our life speak about us?

i am Only a secretary

Some people say I am a writer
Others say I am a poet
Still, others say I am a counselor
No!
i am  nothing without Him
Him Who sent me
Him Who created me
Him Whose power 
keeps my heart beating,
my breath flowing,
He keeps me alive and sustains me
i am God’s child
Listening to His Majesty’s Holy dictates
writing, saying, and doing
what God says
i am only a secretary

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