Wednesday, March 5, 2014

My Soul Speaks

my soul speaks
syllables in sync with heart beats, my mind is clear
the spoken word is mightier than a sword
utterances of truth trumpeted from a top mighty towers
Truthfully I tell you
trust your instincts, train your thoughts
for the power to heal, the power to harm
is contained in your mind
sound the alarm

Monday, March 3, 2014

Eye Hath Not Seen

Eye hath not seen and ear hath not heard because we perceive at the level of our consciousness. What we see is perceived through a particular lens, called our point of view. We can not truly see and hear until we are stripped of our false beliefs. Then we will see all things a new.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Futon Manifest-o

I was told to start with something small
something believable
If it's too grand an idea
too extreme a notion
you may not believe in your power to manifest
and then it's possible you'd lose your zest for truth
so I sat in my basement with the lights turned down, in silent meditation
and affirmed
In a timely manner, for the benefit of all, 
I intend for a futon to make its way into my life
then, I let go
imagine my surprise when I walked outside and found one sitting on the curb the next day

damn, I knew I shoulda asked for a million bucks

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Point of View

Imprisoned by my point of view.
Can I even really see you?

Your pen

Do you believe that one poem can change a persons life
that one phrase can move people in directions they never imagined
I heard a word once that sent shivers down my spine
A syllable that made every single hair follicle stand still
I read a piece once that brought tears to my cheeks
because it was written from your pen.

Friday, February 21, 2014

The Big Bang

For once
My mind is still
A blank canvas
A black hole
The whole world vibrates
The blue bird sings
From the center of stillness
A burst of thought explodes
A universe is born

On hiking Mount Kilimanjaro

hiking Mount Kilimanjaro
the sights are spectacular
sunsets from atop overhangs
climbing cliff after cliff
sweat beading off my brow
birds nested on peaks
powder clouds that read like poetry to my soul
penetrating the peak that punctures the sky
I stood atop the mountain wishing you were by my side