The Song

One never knows her beginning. She catches glimpses of other ways, other lives, other existences, but she never truly knows her Alpha state. Oneness. Yet the glimpses are so expertly dispersed and Divinely guided, that they do enough to propel the weary, wary traveler. Dare she believe she mapped out her own journey? Dare she believe she is the way?

The world tells her no. The world tells her she is not the orchestrator of her path. The world tells her she is not the way.

What does she tell the world?

Does she dare speak when she hasn't the answers? Does she dare lead when she doesn't know the destination? Does she dare share her dreams when she is unable to explain their roots?

Gnash, Groan, Tear, Rip, Roar, Bite, Beat.

She is not as docile as she appears.

If she sinks her teeth into her existence, what is truly at risk? Is it dangerous to be full of fear? The feeling of fear isn't dangerous in and of itself. Perhaps fear is the key that will unlock the door to her Alpha state. Perhaps she has been diverted from her path by a clever and convoluted trick of man to avoid fear at all costs. Perhaps, her seeking comfort is the Smoke and Mirror of human life. Dare she be uncomfortable? Dare she go the way of Her?

She teeters at the edge of her cage, tentatively beating her wings in rhythm with her heart, and she peeps a note of her song. Dare she begin to sing a song one note at time? Can she trust that the next note will flow sweetly, and the one after that, and the one after that.

please sing, little bird
please sing.
i yearn for your song
i would help you if i could,
but i am paralyzed and unsure
i know something that i cannot remember
i feel something that i cannot name
i have hope i have hope i have hope
exit and exist
believe, i beg you. believe.
trust that there is more
trust your song will be sung
you are almost there, little bird
would i be a gust of wind to bolster you
would i be a smasher of cages and chains
would i be the singer of the song of salvation

i worry no more of my captors
i worry no more of the blame
i worry no more of the reason
i worry no more of the game

i love the one who warbles
i send comfort to the one who sheds tears
i embrace the wearer of chains
i understand the seduction of fears

i peck at the need for understanding
i persist in the belief i am free
i seek no other than the One
the One I only and ever could Be.

Give Thanks and Remember

                                     

Give Thanks and Remember, You are a Living Sign, One Man's Dying and Rising, Is Another Man's Bread and Wine.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Desire for Home is Divine.
I AM happening through me, not to me.
I AM the Bread and the Wine.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Hearts don't remember what's True,
Trust in your Breath, It will never forget,
That God is still living in You.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Yearning and tears are a boon.
Joy lies in embracing emotion,
Remember, life happens in tune.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Escaping your thoughts is a lie,
Thoughts are a Gift of Existence,
Emotions the fire of the Eye.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Rising disjointed, uncouth.
Judgement and Expectation the culprits
A mind doesn't remember the Truth.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Gratefulness for breath is the Key.
Breath never ends, always transcends
Pain the reminder to See.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Trials a branch of the Tree
Rooted in Love, fed from Above
The Light that shines is of Me.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden
Move mountains by breathing the Air.
We know not what we do, our knowing untrue,
Trust in the Power is rare.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
We see with the eyes of a cave,
Stumbling along, catching glimpses of Song,
Remembering, we scream and we rave.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
We know just enough to despair,
Oneness was had, We seek to be Glad,
Hunt for a reason to Care.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Convinced of this Truth I remain,
Human fingers point to the false way,
Continue to be grateful for pain.

If I knew of my Power, I wouldn't stumble.
If I remembered my Essence, I'd be free.
If I embodied my Love, I would skate through this life,
I'd be the weakest limb on our family tree.

Power lies in the Rising.
Essence breaks free in the Breath.
Love is the Truth of Existence,
Remembering on Earth the true Test.

To Rise is breaking of Bread,
To Rise is spilling of Wine.
To Rise is the Final Existence,
To Rise is Completion of Time.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden.
Life is an expression of Breath.
Life is the Phoenix of Existence,
Life is the Overcoming of Death.
Life is Remembering Oneness, even while lost in the Dream.
Life is snatches of Remembrance, even while muffling the scream.
Life is trusting in Gratefulness.
Life is embracing the Tears.
Life is erasing the Whys.
Life is celebrating years.
Life is escaping Escaping.
Life is choking on Pain.
Life is feeling so lonely.
Life is catching the rain.

passions arise from escaping
the role that you thought you should play
trust in the bread and the wine
you are the food and the drink and the way

strip down and remember your branch
before the bark bandaged your pain
your vibrance, your life, before all the strife
the truth can be found in the vein

an ache in your heart is a good thing
it speaks of the truth that once hides
a story to be told
a life that was sold
for comfort that tricks and derides

soothe and foster some love there
brush past the ravages of time
shine light on the truth
awaken the youth
and know You are the Light that you Shine