Disconnected Realities 

Disconnected realities

Watching them
Spiritualize war, greed,
separation and fear

Somehow it’s always
God’s will
especially when it’s not

The disconnectors
of reality
Keep ushering in
the crowds
Taking us to
the house of mirrors
to see a distorted image
of who we are
Hoping we hold that image
Because if we do
We’ll ride the rest
of the rides
at a disconnected carnival
with periodic amusement
at parks filled with
not-so-merry go rounds,
bumpercars of ego
always clashing 
never connecting,
cotton candy with
no nutritional value,
overpriced lemonade
made from the lemons
life gave us,
lured into rigged games
by slick-talking carnies
strung out on disconnection
who count on us
to see a distorted image
of ourselves
so they can feed
on insecurities,
and sell us
something else
we don’t need

When all we need is each other 

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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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Bandwagons Again 

Bandwagons passing by again

Playing a tune again

Wanting us to jump on again

To be taken away again

Listening beyond the beats again 

To the lyrics again

The same song of fear again

Captivating the masses again

Songs of division & separation again 

I pull back the curtain again

And see the conductor of fear again 

Encouraging us to join in again 

‘No thanks,’ I say again

I’ll wait again 

For the bandwagon of truth again,

and again, and again,

with Love as the conductor again

To join Love’s bandwagon again

That carries us back to our hearts again

The place where we remember again

That we are each other again 

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?

The Mirage of the Ego

The ego can only recognize ego …

The Mirage of the Ego

Two tired, lonely, and thirsty egos
Met at a cool spring
In the middle of the desert
The spring was surrounded
With a thick layer of rose petals
For weary travelers to sleep upon
After they drank
From the pristine water
The two egos departed
From that sacred site together
Yet both remained
Lonely, tired, and thirsty
All they could see
Was each other