Dear Puppet

Don't concern yourself with the puppeteer, Dear

Untangle the strings of the puppet and be free

For ultimately you will see Pinocchio's body

Is crafted from the wood of our Savior's tree

Don't concern yourself with their opinions, Dear

Close your eyes and ears to their taunts

For ultimately you will see that your body

Leads to Heaven when you follow its wants.

And when you throw away the script you've been given

The audience may boo and hiss at your show

Remember, Dear, the ones who berate you

Find joy when the puppet's nose grows.

If you remember anything, may it be this, Dear

A path has been hewn for your success

You may follow it or take on the challenge

Create a new path for those who are weary and crave rest.

Thank you dear Jesus for coming

Thank you for sowing the seeds of renewal

Thank you for carving a new way

Your body and blood are humanity's sacred fuel.

Real Choice

We create our own reality.

A truth I’ve been exploring, but now embody, just a bit more. It really is all in our perspective—our interpretation of events. 

I Am powerful. 

I Am powerless.

A choice.

I Am powerful because I dare to dream a reality that differs from the collective. And that reality comes to pass. Everything is true. 

Everything is true. 

We all see differently, but all see. Our perception, our evaluation, our emotions, our imagination, creates the scene.

I choose to believe I Am powerful.

I choose to believe I Am a creator of my experience.

I choose to believe that I Am a healer.

I choose to believe my soul is Huge and Glorious and Beautiful.

I choose to believe my husband and I are perfectly matched and that our marriage was made in heaven.

I choose to believe that all is helping me. 

I Am not alone.

I Am All One.

I meet myself again and again and again in every thought I choose to pursue.

In every thought I choose to discard, I create my path.

New thoughts, please. Preferably from the heart.

I invite in every magical hope and dream.

I invite in every fantastical, loving thought.

I invite in a new way of operating on this earth.

I invite my light body into my human body.

I flit, I float, I fly.

I thrive on earth and explore the rainbow sky.

I choose to choose.

I break free of old ways of being and soar.

Rabbit Hole

I Dive Into The Rabbit Hole

And the voices say it is time

But my attention goes to the apple

and the witch crows that it's mine.

I say I will not eat it

I will not be tricked into sleep

I've fallen for these games before

I am no longer among the sheep.

I hear the distant humming

The Heigh-Ho's are coming nearer

A pick-ax is thrust into my hands

But my attention goes to the mirror.

I marvel at the faces I see

And wonder who's the most fair

A voice chimes in that its time to work

It's time to do my share.

I enter the underground cavern

Emeshed in darkness and stone

I heave my pick-ax up

And carve a path that leads to home.

 

The dwarves are here to ground me

I thank them for their care

They say they will keep me safe

From the evil witch's snare.

 

I pass up gems and diamonds

I trod on ruby saphire and gold

The hewning of the path

Is the treasure for the bold.

 

I will no longer be the simpleton

I am not here to sate and please 

I will not labor in your quarry

I will not ingest poison and disease.

 

The feather falls to the table

The paper crisp and white and clear

It's time the voices say again

To Be every face inside the mirror.

 

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who's the fairest of them all?

 

Magic Mirror on the wall

Who's the fairest of them all?

 

We are all One

Every murderer

Lives inside our bones

Every child molester

Speaks with our same tones.

Until we see through the smoke screen

Until we understand the game

We are every player in the play

Our characters all the same.

Mercy is the way out of the construct.

Love is the exit from the theatre.

Try to set us all free

Understand you are each face in every mirror.