Today, something called to me From inside, A pull toward purple, A smoky amethyst of soul, A peace, And acceptance I have been striving for, But could not seem to reach by trying; The more I let go, The more I am at ease, With what comes next, Not with compliancy, But reassurance That despite how the path may be laid, With twists, turns, cliffs, and valleys, I will know how to balance, On roads even unpaved; Acceptance is trusting that the universe, In all it has shaped me with, Has made me able to withstand And appreciate Whatever happens next
*reflection on recent local windstorms and the aftermath
Sometimes, the wind blows With a force That makes even the seasoned Oak quiver, And the malleable Willow seize, At times, it makes us remember, Despite technologies, tools, Advancements, Configured and utilized By living beings, We are still that –Living, mortal beings, Miniature vessels Of this infinite infinity, And to the wind the tree bows And as do we. With heads lowered, Hidden from us all, On an even smaller scale A seed sprouts; All present feel, know, And are humbled by The life shaping power Of sacred breath
This spirit has always craved mystery Of trying for the seemingly impossible; And yet it fears failure At the end of a long game; It fears erasure, Fears unsaved progress, Lost
But that was then, This is now Game Genie, Changed it all, Shifted the odds, Way back when, But it was never really the game or the game system That was at stake; It was the mind, The controller of the hands holding the game control,
It was the mind shuffling between Levels of life, Competition in game, At school, At home, From which friends were those Fellow players Sifted out and held close, For keeps.
Along the way The cartridges get dusty, The disks scratch, The software glitches, We become tired, We get distracted We stop playing, because Life…
Our fingers need only work the buttons once more, To remember the sequences, To do it just Right To beat that Boss, To escape that trap, To remember it was never About winning it all On the first try, Unless you had “backup”, I, you, we all Were never meant to game alone,
But we got older And we saved our games And some tucked them away, Forgetting Each other
We got older Our relationships got complicated And became new games, Complete with bosses And real became fake, and fake real
Never mind the console, Or the title truthfully, We are all trying to beat it, This epic game. We get minor victories, And the harsh truth being We will all eventually get Game Over
In radically accepting My eventual, final KO, eventually, I strive to make my own sequences; Reset to replay my favorite games; Reconnect with my backup; And break the rules That bound me to a fear of failure
If I am going to one day end I can not live the game Afraid to even play.
Liberation, In your own way you’ve taught me about that, About the cage always being open, Even when we fear we’re trapped inside, Liberation, Taking off chains of willful acquiescence, For a higher plane of being, For freedom, A word we take for granted, And abuse with use, Liberation is escaping, But returning to free one’s brethren, Until all can claim to be, Really and truly, Unbound, Unowned, Free.
Love, Do you think the burning stars look on in pity Of what became of their stardust brethren, Who aim bombs at each other over disputed words? Who sacrifice innocence over their idolatry? Or do you think they see the quieter explosions Of love, Like ours? That make living any existence worth while? I hope they do, I hope they see the love and dream of when they too Are only dust particles in the universe reconstituted into life, Conjuring that which is love.
Cultural heroes pass in untimely death, And suddenly how close mortality seems to us all, A stark reminder that mortality is always a heartbeat away, And despite this knowledge Only with loss do we bend to knees and pray, Not for miraculous everlasting life, But for enough time while it’s ours, To do all that is needed to be done, To make right our actions To let loved ones know In word and deed that they are loved and of their value to our personal existence, And this all takes time, Takes heartbeats, -Thump- There goes another beat, Now is always the time, To do what you would, If you had just one last Heartbeat.