Cup Runneth Over

Drenched in gratitude,

humbled by immense Grace,

overwhelmed with benevolence,

truly I tell you:

my cup runneth over!

This softened heart

is about to burst

at the Love demonstrated

by this magnificent Universe!

It just keeps coming-

these perceived blessings-

a torrential downpour.

How much more

can a Soul possibly endure?

I cannot seem to give

as much

at the pace

in which I receive!

Bon Dieu, a moment to breath,

to take it all in please,

to be still and know,

and from there

to make the noise

of unadulterated joy!

My cup runneth over,

vision shifts:

there is no mere

coincidence.

No accident

is this largesse.

To whom much is given,

where Life has been very kind

even more is arisen

within that human mind:

how best to demonstrate gratitude?

how to cultivate the fortitude

to sustain faith

when the same cup

is filled only

with empty space?

 

Fated

it comes relatively easily,

that which is fated.

the steps run smoothly

as if actions in an incredulous movie!

one feels as if riding a powerful wave

toward that thing God long ago named;

this place He slated

for you alone,

to grow, to blossom, to come into your own.

“this is your path, walk in it,” He declares.

“trust me. do not let your heart be troubled nor scared.”

not all in this life need be a struggle,

an interminable inner fight

to discern where one belongs,

which way is right.

indeed, sometimes a boulder is thrown –

the Universe knowing better

than to reach you with a mere quiet stone.

Urgent, desperate prayers come up constantly to the sky:

“help me!” they all cry.

God cannot do for us

what He cannot do through us.

that we are each other’s keeper –

a remembrance that is sacred, an absolute must.

The call for help

is responded to

by an ever-evolving self

that consciously

with a sense of deep conviction

and moral responsibility

relays relentlessly:

“here I am, Lord, please use me.”

This surrender,

ego placed out of the way,

then renders

the necessary space

for one’s fate

to perfectly navigate.

 

 

 

 

What will my role be in The Revolution?

What role will I play in The Revolution?

What will my Lord require of me to help bend that long arc of the moral Universe always toward justice?

How will I be asked to repay the debts to those who came before, who took the hits and falls so that I might on their broad, brave shoulders stand – in the moment – free and tall?

To whom much is given, much is required. A government truly for the good of all the people and run by all the people comes at a high cost – the cost of caring, of voting, of marching – of being ever diligent and vigilant, opposing with steadfast love the misguided forces that would hate from the place of fear and darkness cutting through all our human hearts.

What role will we the people play in The Revolution now that the pendulum has swung back, seemingly all the way to the other side and another time – the response to the call for higher love and broader inclusion; the response to the call for pluralism and government visually reflective of its many peoples?

When did we forget our basic tenet that we the people are One – E pluribus Unum? Either we stand together – united, or become completely undone – indeed, extinct – by the misperception that we are not one and must only lookout for number one.

There is no middle moral ground; we can no longer simply stand around, desperately seeking a savior to come down and bear the heat for our collective neglect and defeats.

No, the answers are not out there – never were. The heroes lie on the inside and have thousands of faces. Be still and know that we each have a specific role to play, some piece of the work to claim, an assignment bearing only our name.

May we the people with courage and deep conviction, accept our respective tasks to ensure our beautiful American Experiment lasts, and the freedom for which it always strives remains vibrant and forever alive.

 

 

Extraction

This year begins with an extraction

of more than just a tooth;

feels so much deeper…like a tone being set…

as if The Extraction

of lies disguised as truth;

a purification, of sorts,

an intense burning

of malignant thoughts;

the elimination of scripts so long-held

that with the body

they’ve seemed to meld;

the expulsion of perspectives in mind

that no longer serve,

behind which I cannot continue

to hide.

The Extraction

has exposed

a painful nerve,

left me

vulnerable,

shook up,

a tad perturbed-

in a most humble space,

the better to receive.

With new eyes, I can now see,

and proclaim

gently

with no shame:

Enough! No more!

Ego, please take your shit to the door!

A revised reality,

a different, lighter story-

one steeped in radical Trust,

of complete surrender

to a benevolent Universe

of stunning abundance

and wondrous intelligence.

“This is your way,”

It whispers

softly

persistently

deep

inside

me.

The Way

may not be

what is preferred,

but the Universe

never errs.

One is being called-

always-

to a Faith surpassing human understanding;

to re-member what One really is:

eternal Spirit in ephemeral flesh,

on this journey, only to connect.

 

“…the Lord gives you the Bread of adversity and the Water of affliction…” Isaiah 30:20

 

 

Sacred

In every moment,

something sacred

is at stake.”

There is a choice to be made;

a perspective to be chosen;

words and emotions, spoken;

a road taken.

A path then set,

fate waits to be met.

A price to pay-

maybe tomorrow, maybe today-

for the hand played.

One reaps what one sows,

as everyone knows.

Cause and effect,

a sacred law,

much too often ignored.

All thought in mind

creates form in kind.

The Universe

sees all,

bears all,

reflects all-

no matter how small.

In the space between

action and reaction

lies one’s rise or great fall.

Either one’s asleep

or awake.

Regardless,

“in every moment,

something sacred

is at stake.”

 

Quote: Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel

Wake me up when I am free,

I was not crafted

for captivity

born of conformity.

Like a Great Bird in a cage,

I cannot the world engage

in a matter that is authentically

and fully

me.

Instead, this being is muted,

stifled

dead,

of no real use,

head in a noose.

An existence without passion,

no rhyme nor reason

meandering season upon season.

New show, same cast;

all one can do is laugh.

A comedy of errors,

it all seems,

like a relentless bad dream.

And yet…

moments of bliss,

scattered here and there.

Glimpses of deep peace-

no worries, no cares-

as if no skin, one is only air.

Such times,

they are

so utterly delicious,

mightily precious.

Hold on to those

like the world’s most fragrant rose.

A reminder of what is possible,

preferable,

desirable:

Freedom

to be

Me-

who I really am

in service

to a much Higher

Purpose.

To no longer play small,

answering only to a Divine

inner

Call.

Down with the ubiquitous cubicles,

those notorious

killers,

containers

of the Soul!

Please wake me when I am free.

For, I cannot bear the indignity

of any

captivity.

I

Inspiration: Wake me When I am FreePoem: Tupac Shakur, Music: Babatunde Olatunji

Wake Me when I am Free

Advent

A time spent

in deep contemplation,

in preparation

for what God

to the world

sent:

A Love Divine

came from up high

to make fully flesh

The Word;

to demonstrate

prayers are indeed heard

and prophesies fulfilled

as per His time

and perfect will.

Emmanuel-

Hallelujah,

our God dwells

among us all!

Born humbly

in the House of Bread,

He came to save,

to minister,

to transform

the thoughts

the darkness

residing, hiding

in our head,

imploring we chose-

instead-

only Love

only Light

-always

until the end

of our human days.

 

Written all over your Face

It’s written all over your Face

why you occupy

this space,

in this time.

in this body,

in This Moment

in your-story.

There are no accidents-

such is widely evident.

We are,

each one of us,

called forth,

summoned.

Here,

to re-member

what we really are,

to dispel others’ truths

that became our scars.

Here,

to re-call

our shared humanity,

our One Soul.

 

Artist: Pablo Picasso

Joy in Repetition

There is indeed

Joy in Repetition,

in doing it

again and again,

learning to see it

outside and in,

the nuances,

the subtleties-

variations on the

exact

same

theme.

What a pleasure

to be delivered

repeated opportunity

for vision,

to better see

what is true-

what is reality.

Day in,

day out;

year after year,

the same issues

reappear.

They come

looking for resolution,

for final absolution.

There is indeed

Joy in Repetition,

in the single-minded commitment

to always come back home

to Self

so as to be

of greater service

to everyone else.

Each Other’s Keepers,

we truly are.

All of us,

big, bright Shining Stars.

Alas, we often forget

from whence we came.

As such,

we are wont

to play

dangerous, destructive

games-

veering off our path,

so far, one can only laugh.

But sins are forgiven;

therein we’re saved!

The Joy in Repetition,

a clean slate,

yet another chance

to pivot,

to reevaluate,

to atone,

to return Soul to its Home,

to not stray

and become lost in the daily fray.

The Joy in Repetition,

returning to love

repeatedly

and

consciously;

relentlessly changing

the subliminal scripts,

adjusting to one

that is truth,

the more accurate,

gentler

fit.

Great Joy in Repetition,

a lifetime

of exploration-

digging deeper,

going farther,

climbing ever higher.

Over and over

and over

again-

when does it end?

Perhaps,

only

in Heaven.

 

Circles of Life

No beginning,

no real end,

around we go

again and again.

No thing is created,

nor ever truly destroyed.

All comes back, newly restored.

We say goodbye,

only to soon again say hi.

The illusion of lost,

it feels so real;

yet, is such a lie.

Bonds are never broken,

no way,

no how.

“‘Tis the truth,” they say,

those who have woken,

who heed the subtle cues

and disorienting déjà vu;

those who can see through and beneath,

well beyond this realm,

who venture down deep,

then back up to tell

the Story of Life,

its circular path

of ash from ash,

of I in you and you in me

and Life’s beautiful infinity.

“The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye…until we meet again.” ― Jimi Hendrix