It’s that moment to remain
in the space that contains
or continue expanding,
standing in the face of fear,
a mirror reflects back
will you look away?
or stay,
remain would mean be the same,
but you are as you came,
so who really changes?
perceptive lenses changed
due to short sightedness
and ever to often flightyness,
when insights became so clear,
near but far at the same time,
for the hint of resistance holds me back
from fully engaging with what’s waiting to be experienced,
leeriness of the judgement of no longer doing but being,
no longer choosing, but seeing and knowing there has only
ever been one choice,
when fully engaged with the sage living inside,
a reflection of the outside, there is no separation,
one thought, one act, one touch, one moment, one album,
with countless songs,
harmonizing... all playing at once in unique human speakers,
even the ones out of tune,
but they got their own jive, some not as lively,
but wobbly, uncoordinated two step,
better then no step,
frog on the pad that never lept,
its chill to view and observe
with no motion, but your still floatin on a wave,
or sinking into the abyss,
being taken for a ride,
until the commotion subsides,
and all thats left is calm,
expectations drift away when your sailing
with no destination, but to become one with the current,
you are it,
and its not what we believe, perceive or can ever leave behind,
even though it feels like it, when we become so accustomed
to assume we are the gloom in the dark night sky,
or the happiness of the sun passing by,
until the cloud covers, the external light that hovers
above, so listen to the dove, singing perched with graceful
essence, but when all that is gone, what is left?
where are you?
when the world stops singing and dancing and your tired
from all your travels and experiences, where are you?
who are you?
what remains at the end of the day?
when you have no more energy to stay so damn optimistic?
What is optimism?
a bright outlook on the future, a positive affirmation
of the next immediate moment.
What is there to be optimistic or pessimistic about?
you do and it will be done,
you think, believe and perceive that exact reality,
why are we scared to think that life happens through our happening?
we are the happening that happens,
nothing happens until we happen to happen
in whatever which way,
we are so amalgamated that there is literally no break
between reaction and response,
when we observe the reaction, we become the response,
no longer short sighted, we did not fight to remain,
or find someone to blame,
we simply played the game,
engaged without rage of holding onto what shoulda been,
there is no shoulda or woulda, cause you coulda,
and u still can, the past casts our role,
and this moment will be the past a second from now,
your shoulda, woulda, coulda is now,
stop fucking tricking yourself,
nah im not talking to you,
or maybe I am, my friend,
I am talking to myself,
and these experienced thoughts reverberate out as a message that
we are the same source, taken different courses,
and NOW has always been the time,
we are moving and shaking, much of the time baking,
and we will know when we are ready to be served,
and when we are ready to serve,
serve myself and I can serve all others,
I already have plenty of soup for the soul to offer,
so I come to the table,
there is no use in staying in the same ole place any longer,
because what I have been waiting for, has been here the whole god damn time,
feeeel it, feeeeel it, let it in, and feeeel it,
dont reject or even accept, fuck, there is no need to let it in or let go,
inless your holding on to a song that has come to an end,
and you are pretending there is still a tune to whistle,
fizzling flame and what came but no longer remains,
it was fleeting, it never was you, you are still here,
listening, observing and about to start singing... until the fear
creeps in with its judgement,
but dont budge, cause you are aware of it,
there was enough silence to witness the perceived,
you had been believing was you,
this fear became an identity,
because it's easier to bow down then to stand up
when all those tired eyes were telling you to get back in line,
now is not the time, and that’s fine,
but is that how you would of acted if it was just you
all alone and you were feeling the same kind of tone,
to roam on a road less travelled?
gravel and rocks, I’d rather climb over the boulder,
then shoulder the expectations of others,
whose the governor? dictating the scene?
ask yourself the question and bask in the insight,
Realize your actions represent you as a being
and whose perceiving this?
it takes faith to walk through the mist,
with no insistence,
so lets witness the resistance,
until love is all that remains,
we dont need to change it,
but just realize it’s another believed projection,
coming from the fear of rejection,
of a person created by you,
you are not the person,
you created this identity,
you are the creator,
you are the conceiver,
any doubt, any fear derives from losing what is not everlasting,
what is just passing,
cause its gone the moment we are aware,
of the awareness that observes it,
be with all that remains,
and you will reclaim everything you already are,
without doing a thing,
but observing what you are not,
what you can perceive is a creation,
be as the creator in this everlasting moment,
and the creations and creatures in your life,
will be a representation of you,
in form, every storm comes to an end,
and even the sunniest days set,
so let the love that permeates all, flow
in every dark corner,
let the coroner in,
to pronounce what’s dead,
so you can stop feeding the zombie in a trance,
and instead nurture and enhance what’s budding,
let the waters flood your heart full,
and all the plants will grow,
we are nature, this is our show.