PART I
Nothing is the same as it was
It’s like a bad car accident
After which, can you walk
Can you even dream to run
Your mind blows
How do you understand
The drama plays out
No one can direct this play
It comes when it will
It won’t go when you want
Everybody thinks
Some thoughts stay
And some thoughts go
Collective energy builds like a storm
Ready to unleash its blows
The forecast is doom
The gloom blocks the sun
Where do the birds go to hide
Taking flight could be suicide
Words like bullets fly
Hitting their intended marks
There is no love in these words
Only scathing accusations
Fear and gossip have prevailed
Ignorance and slander
Fueled by those I love
It’s been building up for years
There is no debate
No back and forth
There is no evidence
Only wild conspiracies
The energy is violent
The silent treatment is applied
Like a witch doctor to force my hand
The heart must be protected from this assault
For immaturity is to blame
And fear is in the blood
So brace yourself
Cause like an unwanted guest
Here she comes
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PART II
AFTER THE STORM
With a storm, there is always destruction
The winds control the sky and air
The rains pelt the surface of the earth
We are blinded by the commotion
Unable to focus on anything but
Survival
All the hackles and nerves raised and shot
But now that the storm has passed
And the shadows of discontent have dissipated
Breathing is easier
The smell of the wet ground permeates
Our senses take in the aftermath
I should have done this
And maybe if I said that are now passed
And in this moment the truth is present
The lessons continue
And the humility is accepted
Time to build and rebuild
Focus is the key to success
As one navigates through the aftermath
Naked we come into this world
And naked we leave
It is the time between that matters
To build a tribe that will outlast us all
And bring the truth to those we will never meet
That love is all that matters
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I have sunk to the bottom of the pond
There is only sediment there
Sludge from past storms
Decaying plant matter
Leaves that once were on trees soaking in the light
Their time to soak in the sun and dance in the wind long over
Now gunk mingled with more dead things
Whose time has passed
There is no oxygen here
At the bottom of the pond
My body settles on this decaying matter
Slowly blinking I see little glimmers of sun
Dancing on the surface
Kind of reminds me of a tap dance
There must be a breeze
Breaking the stillness of the water
I wonder how long I can hold my breathe down here
I feel my lungs banging at my chest
But strangely the fear and anger that led me here
No longer exist
It’s very existential
Grounded here in this human existence
A crisis of want
The want of meaning for life
This car crash sent me flying through the air
Into this pond
Where I now dwell for whatever moments are left
It’s funny, I’m such a fighter
At least I was
Now in this time I know
It would have been better for me
To be deaf, blind and mute
Perhaps then I would have
Heard, seen and spoken
A language that people could understand
Ah well, can’t hold out forever
I gasp and inhale this toxic sludge
It’s not so bad
It won’t be long now
I will soon join the sludge
And its ok, if this is my destiny
For when you find yourself in a place like this
You know you have no power
You must yield to fate
The darkness has come
And I accept the time has come
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What’s going on
I’m heaving and choking
Emptying my stomach on the ground
I sleep, I wake up
I hear voices
I am being carried away
Blankets are on me
I hear voices and see faces
Concerned they are talking to me
I’m in shock
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Many days have passed since that accident
I am clean and in a warm bed
People are helping me
IV’s are feeding me
Doctors are checking on me
Nurses are comforting me
I sleep more
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Today I woke up and wondered
I asked what happened
They said I was driving on the wrong side of the road
I try to remember
I do remember
Oh My God, I see me crying
I was yelling and hurt and hopeless
I’d lost my way and felt too much pain
I wasn’t paying attention because I did not care
What was there left to live for
That is what I felt
I can’t remember anything after that except
Falling through the water
I remember the soft cold sludge
I remember I couldn’t move
I think I was caught under something
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How did you find me, I asked
The nurses looked at each other
Then one of them leaned in close and said
It was a miracle really
People were gathered around the pond
You were seen flying through the air
You landed in the middle of the pond
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Oh my God, how did I let this happen
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The truck driver who was abnormally tall and strong
Moved at an incredible speed into that pond
Actually, this is going to be hard to comprehend
He walked on the water, knelt down
Then reached his strong arm down
He lifted you up out of the water
Walked across the water
Just as the ambulance was arriving
He handed you over
There was so much commotion that no-one saw where he went
He just disappeared
So did the truck
Without a trace
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I was hurt, so hurt
I foolishly gave into deep anger and fear
I lost my way
But I’ve been given a second chance
The chance to life in forgiveness
In knowledge and understanding
The purpose of life is to love and be loved
And that’s what I’m going to do
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Sleeping on the edge of the world
There is no time here
Floating in a trance
She is wrapped in a cocoon
When she awakes she will evolve
But now, in this slumber
She is waiting to be born
There are watchman over her soul
Creatures of the other world
Sent to watch over her
Singing songs of inspiration
“She will fly, by and by
Her wings will carry her far!”
For she fell asleep in her weakness
Fainting from despair
The world had turned its back on her
She couldn’t rise above
Now here in this cosmic space
Her soul is renewing
Her mind is healing
Do not awaken her until her time has come
Here on the edge of the world
Waiting to be born again
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Something in the way
The world around me has shifted
There is a reckoning in my mind
A calculation of time passed and time yet to come
It’s flying by, swirling all around me
I am the summation of my experiences
I am the projection of my energies
Looking out the window of my conscience
I know that every moment coming counts
Waste not, want not
Time has been squandered far too much
Staying here, in this moment
I can feel the passion I have for my loved ones
That love fuels me to press on and reach up
There is more, so much more
And I want to follow the trail that leads me to it
Ambition to expand and contract
Thoughts heat up, thoughts cool down
All creation begins with thought
If you pay too much attention
The thoughts of others will act as a firehose
Washing away your own
Leaving you empty and lost
We are creators
We expand our horizons when we take risks
We contract our worlds when we live in fear
Maximize and minimize
Until the confidence comes
When your curiosity of others opinions
Replaces your fears of their thoughts
When you know your own mind
All things come into focus
Take that shot
The one where you can see all the detail
The one taken by your minds eye
When it uses a macro lens
All the details become clear
The blur is gone
Time is really the driver
It can heal and it can take away
So grab ahold of the toggles
Steer your parachute
Think about where you want to land
Jump, aim yourself , fly
Soar weightlessly through the sky
Enjoy the ride
Just make sure you
Land on your feet
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The winds are violent
Shifting the desert sand
Transforming the landscape
Erasing the footprints and pathways
A totally new landscape appears after the storm
The valleys and hills have shifted
What once was low is high
The hills brought low by force
Direction is now impossible to discern
Only the sun can reveal
Like a hurricane which has removed the landscape
Leaving souls homeless
So does the desert wind
Everything built dismantled
Standing in the aftermath of destruction
The sun rises and sets on the lost souls
Empty and ready for deliverance
A future not expected now must be imagined
Fear having struck the survivors
They await deliverance from an external source
But it must come from within this time
Many sunrises and sunsets come and go
Still the emptiness of grief and longing
Grip the hearts of those devastated
The dark night of the soul turns to weeks
And deep inside a silence ensues
It has been doing its work
All shred of the past has disappeared
Now a fresh slate has been created
Like a canvas ready for the artist it waits
Until the survivors embrace the newness
Until their minds open up
Like a flower ready to receive the dewdrops
The mind must accept and open
Life is a precarious thing
Once the grip of the memories pass
And the expectation of the future appears
The soul receives great vision
Things which otherwise could not be seen
It is a gift to walk so closely with destruction
Bowled over by her power
One can now see the benefits of such tearing down
A fresh start, a new day appears
One such soul waits for the sun to rise over the horizon
With new expectations
With new hope
What will this sunrise reveal
Here it comes
Standing on the top of a rock
Overlooking the sea
This is the spot she came to
A long journey has brought her here
She walked the long road
She climbed high on this hill
Made of rock she stood upon solid rock
And the power of it resonated in her
Giving her strength
And there it came
The rising of the fire
The sun rose straight into her heart
The artist took the brush
Filled with the colors of life
She reached for the canvas
This new composition
This new life
Is ready to be born
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Endurance pushes
Like a willful child
Through the wanting and the wailing
Through the “Nos” and the “Maybe’s”
Past the tears and the “Why’s”
Through the silence and the suffering,
The sobs and the hiccupping
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Time passes, days and weeks and months and years
The wanting stays but mostly sleeps like an adolescent with a fever
Still sometimes rousing, but groggy and quiet
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Endurance awakes when the shadows of discontent pass
Stretching and breathing and standing and walking
Until the door finally opens and the want that once was is no longer a craving
But a gift to be given which once was held back
And now having been received is once again, given away.
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*A poem I wrote in the early 80’s in response to reading my brother Jeremy’s book of poems..
It’s good to remember what should never be forgotten.
I salute my memories and those I have created them with…
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You were born with a fire in your spirit
Like a wild fire that needed to be tamed
You cannot explain it, you cannot contain it
So you run like the wind
Wherever you feel it you go
The excitement of the chase fills the void
But it never satisfies your longing
Your world has crashed down around you
And you have been building a wall
It’s not safe anymore
Everyone seems to have morphed
Right before your wide eyes open
A nightmare came to pass
Not one but a series
Brick by brick you are building a fortress
Deeper and deeper you dig your holes
All that energy has to come out somehow
Its hard to trust and to remember
The way things were before
When the ground beneath your feet was solid
Not shifting sands of disappointment
The cynic is forming
Growing like a weed in an unattended garden
It’s hard to keep an eye on things
When you are always running away
You feel betrayed and disillusioned
Must stay in control of the voices in your head
The voices of ones you once knew and trusted
Are painful when they express ignornace
Can anyone see you
You turn to strangers to find meaning
Wisdom and safety
But its a wild world, Wild Thing
There are bits and pieces of truth
Locked in words around the world
Revealed in experiences, which you have had many
But some are born to be powerful
That power, to be effective, must be controlled
Lest it burn down the house
Clarity is all you need
To see love and kindness
And to offer forgiveness
Remember all those times of laughter and love
Your tribe adores you
Come home
See the lion lay down with the lamb
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The vortex
That hole in the middle of my chest
Is it fire, is it water
Whirling fluid or air
A whirlpool, a whirlwind
It feels like a waterfall
Like broken glass
Shattered and falling into me
My heart is too extended
Filled with thoughts of all my children
My grandchildren
My father, my mother,
My brothers, their families
And the pain is just love
Loving too much, Feeling too much
Ah, but this helps me to know I am alive
I am here, walking through this moment
Right NOW
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I look out at the vast horizon
I am given eyes to see deep inside my heart
I’m laughing, then crying
Oh to have lived such a vast life
So many experiences, so different
A recipe from generations before me
In my blood and the marrow of my bones
All the lessons along the way I have absorbed
The ones my offspring are creating now
They are swirling in my heart and mind
Like the sea and the sky
Vast are my thoughts
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I look to the future
As I ride up in my breathe
Breathing deeply
Careful to be thankful not just for the great
But the horrible
Nothing really matters
Only right now matters
In this moment I can imagine
I can create from my intuition
The next moment will come
I want to string them together
I want to build my next step
And look forward to the one after that
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I close my eyes and I can see
A new river is flowing
I accept the things I cannot change
I turn away from where I once stood and stared
Instead I look forward and see
A rapidly forming landscape
I can feel the wonder, the magic
It awaits me as I forge forward
My strength will come
From the river that flows to and thru
My solar plexus
That complex system of radiating nerves
Racing through my mind and body
In the pit of my stomach
I have a knowing
Call it faith
My heart is my own
Left it open too long
Things flew in there
They’ve been hard to get rid of
The vortex is flushing itself clean
It’s that magical river
Turning its favor on me
Grow girl G R O W
Sooth that sympathetic nervous system
Time to do right by yourself
Oh the things yet to be done
The future is calling to me
And I answer
Here I come
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I was sitting right there as she hurried by
She was looking for her mother
A grown woman now
With a worried look on her face
She had the weight of the world upon her shoulders
She wanted to show her mother
All the things that she had done
But most of all she wanted time
“Look Mom” she wanted to say
“Have I done well?
I want you to see me
Do you see me?”
I shot up with a start
“Here I am, you just walked right by me.
Of course I can see you!!
Can you see me? I want you to see me!!”
But as she scanned the people nearby
She didn’t seem to recognize me
Then her eyes settled on me.
Yes, I said, I am right here! It’s me, Mom!”
For a full minute we just stared at each other
“No, you aren’t my mother.. you look like her
It’s kind of weird, in fact it’s downright disturbing
I’m looking for my mom and you aren’t her!”
“I am your mother!” I said
But these words only pierced her heart
Frustrated we parted ways
As she walked away I noticed
That parts of me were breaking off
And falling all around me
Like glass my chest shattered
And I fell into a deep trance
I was taken back to a time
When my mother was always looking for hers
I would sometimes say to her
“Mom, I’m your daughter, I’m right here.
Can we focus on me?”
Most times she couldn’t see me
In fact, I felt invisible
She was lost
Even though she’d been found
Alway’s looking for her mother
Who left her when she was a wee child
She did not have the words I needed
Her mind was otherwise engaged
The mind chatter deafening her to my calls
All my feeble attempts failed
But there were true moments of bliss
Like after I gave birth for the first time
She came to see me
When she walked into the bedroom
I thought she would scoop up my baby
But to my absolute delight
She came to me first
As I lay there sweating and exhausted
She kissed me on my forehead
She looked into my eyes
She was smiling
It was probably the most powerful moment of my life
It is a labyrinth, this life
Filled with pain and pleasure
Sorrow and joy
Captivity and freedom
But this must be pursued
One must truly desire love
In all it’s meanings
One must always chase it
It’s in nature, it’s in a word
Or a deed, an act of kindness
In a look..
But we get lost oftentimes
It’s a learned behavior…
So when you’re lost
Remember you can be found
Walk through the portal
There is light at the end of the tunnel
My hand is reaching out to you
To pull you up out of your despair
You are weary from the battle
It’s time to come home
Let’s not end up like some
Who wait a lifetime
I have carved a shortcut for you
I have swallowed the pain
I have digested it
I have been poisoned by it
But I lived through it
And now I can see
It is not about me
And it’s all about me
Every lesson from every mother
Handed down in DNA
Passed on prejudices and fears
Hopes and dashed hopes
Dreams and magic..
Remember my love
We are not like everyone else
We are super heroes
With super powers
But coming from the island
Of misfit toys
We are broken and chipped
And weird and different
But blessed with hearts and minds
To change the world
So when you come back to me I will show you
I was lost, but now I am found
I was blind, but now I see
Only in part, we none of us can fully
Until we come face to face
With the glorious creator of us all
When the fear and confusion dissipate
Now I know how the creator feels
Arms stretched out
Just waiting to be seen
Waiting for us to see
“Look at what I’ve done!
I’ve done all this for you!
Because I was lonely so I built a world
And more worlds
And everything in them
And I saved the best for last
I made you!!!
And it has been my great joy
And my hugest sorrow.
I am crippled by the want of your love
That you should see me, and know me
Come to me
You who are heavy burdened
And I will give you rest
Rest from your worries and troubles
I will pour into you so much love
That you will not be able to contain it
But I will wait..
There is a veil between us
Shifting shadows are what you see
Go dip in the muddy river
It’s time to open your eyes
This world offers much anxiety
Which causes the mind to dig holes
Black holes, we can fall into
Must be careful to grow lots of tendrils
Toward light and love
Healing comes when the search is over
Rest now, I AM here
Listen to the song in your heart
Make space to hear it
It’s a song of hope and peace
I wrote a verse in that song
Just for you
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So often we only glimpse at our dreams
Like a vapor they dissipate
Giving way to the mundane tasks
And even things we love
Like chasing after a rabbit in the woods
We trip on fallen logs and roots hidden under leaves
Our hearts race after the prize
But a bell is ringing
It’s time to go home
A place where others thoughts are expressed
Our thoughts are mingled and often lost
While we entertain the thoughts of those around us
Sometimes they inspire us to go deeper or wider
Expanding our perspective
Other times we lose our trail
It is with a persistency we must stay focused
For a time and for a season
In order to accomplish our greatest soulwork
Our creations that come from our depths
So burn the midnight oil
Or wake up before dawn when no others will distract you
And wake up your soul
The work has yet to be done that you wish to leave behind
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Waking up in a sweat
Her heart racing, the pulsing of blood running though her veins
She hears a train in her head
Taking in her surroundings she assesses
She is in a safe place, no reason to fear
Barefoot she walks to the window and climbs out on the ledge
Breathing deeply she watches the birds busy at work
The sun is rising and she drinks in the colors
The power of the early morning in nature
It is her medicine, only nature truly heals
So many years have passed since she lived in horror
Surviving and hiding and keeping secrets
She ought not to have done so, but she was just a kid
She wonders what it would have been like to always feel safe
Without a care in the world to go after ones dreams
Backed by family, friends and trustworthy people
How many years has she spent trying to forget
Hiding the pain and the shame and the guilt
Others had had their way, but not entirely
She became a warrior at such a tender age
A fighter, one who sees in the darkness
As though it were light outside
Just as the owl does
Silent in flight
Seeing the vermin crawling on the ground
A parallel universe existing in real time
Unable to focus, she used to detach and float away
Her imagination so vivid and real
Creating a place to run and hide within her mind
Sometimes up a tree
She learned she could escape from her anxiety
By creating her art and teaching others how
Who could she trust
Why couldn’t she speak about these things
The power was not within her at the time
She longed to feel loved and safe so much
It sometimes felt as though she was having a heart attack
Her mind was trapped in a prison
Until one day, many moons later
She came upon a child in the woods
The child was crumpled by a tree, sobbing and consumed
She leaned down beside her and gently spoke
“Little girl, why are you crying?”
And when the child slowly turned her tear stained face to look
Their eyes met and they both inhaled in wonder
Time stood still as the universe swirled around them
Embracing them in a warm breeze
And the scent of spring flowers
The woman reached out her hand and the girl reached back
Standing face to face the woman through tears of her own
Smiling wide she told the girl
“I have found you, you are no longer lost.
I will never let go of you again.
I will protect you, and teach you, and keep you safe.”
Together they walked hand in hand smiling
Their hearts felt light and clean
Their minds rapidly untangling
The woman hugged the child and she melted into her
Because she was her
The woman was healing her inner child
The age of pain and suffering was passing
Ushering into real time was peace and power
And a voice inside her head told her
“I will rise you up above the ashes of your pain.
You have grown wise, your will to survive
will now turn to thriving.”
For all of those who have felt the pain
Who have faced evil and prevailed
May the light of love and God shine in your hearts
There is a river whose maker is God
Go there and bath in the healing waters
For their is much evil in this world
It exists in the minds and hearts of men
Who have lost their souls
For the want of lust and power
They seek the innocent to steal its very essence
They may have stolen yours too
But you can find it in the river of life
Wash away the filth and come out clean
You are worthy to receive the gift of love
Of peace and of power over your own destiny
This life is yours
Let go of it all and reach for what you want
Let it be with a pure heart that you seek it
Not from anger and pain
You will get what you give
Don’t accept any offerings that pollute your peace
Instead, create your own path
And make it beautiful and powerful
You will inspire hope and joy
Healing, and peace if you can do this
And you can…
“I think I can,
I think I can,
I think I can…
I knew I could,
I knew I could,
I knew I could.”
I know YOU CAN
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