The BlueBills

It was in a very
noisy conference,
when the BlueBills
decided to leave the nest.
Their squawks
were pretty heady,
with differing opinions,
purporting to be the best.
Are we really ready?
Is it warm enough?
What if we fall
or land in the rough?
Will we fly steady
or fly into a wall?
And how can we fly,
when we’re too
scared to even try?

Just then,
one BlueBill,
rose from the crowd,
stood tall
and spoke-up out loud

“I don’t know
how it comes to pass,
But we need only choose,
and then follow that path.“

Then after a
moment of silence,
one by one,
they left the nest,
and when all was
said and done
it was their unwavering
so very well expressed.

We need leaders that inspire the best in people like the BlueBills – as Martin Luther King Jr. so eloquently stated “We need leaders not in love with Money, but in love with Justice. Not in love with publicity, but in love with humanity”.
and we shall have them…

an amalgamated suggestion

I’ve fallen again,
into that state where
anything can happen.
Where fire-breathing
dragons or flying in the air,
are not out of the question.
Where everything,
even the living and dying
is an amalgamated suggestion.

And maybe my dreams
are nice, or maybe they’re not.
every single night I long
to be among the memes,
and enter that world
that space and time forgot.

Whatever is holding you back

When you’re at
your wits end
after trying everything
you can think of,
the mystics of old
knew an effortless rule
that they, in allegory told,
and it may be simple,
but not easy,
nor a matter of will.

Whatever is
holding you back
from falling
into the dream,
into a sort
of surrender;
and if whatever
you do,
you just can’t find it,
to drop back,
and let it find you
in the moon’s afterglow,
then, follow the sun,
let it go, and know,
it is done.

For in this world of
echos and shadows,
life is no more than the
appeasement of desire,
from one to the next,
and we seem never to tire,
as we vacillate between
satisfied to vexed,
unless we yield
to that inner strength
and consent to that
which is revealed.

a mystical truth

Turning away from
the ugly and always
feeling moody,
she pivoted to that
which moved her heart
in kindness and beauty.

A bunch of loosely
connected thoughts,
about life’s gain and loss,
and she’s rapt in time,
while lulled to distraction
by the unfolding mime.

her thought’s
grew in opacity,
and wherever
they wandered,
she would
stubbornly persist
with imprudence
and audacity,
herding them back
whence they came,
redirecting and vanishing
any hidden guilt or shame.

that only she
holds the key,
kept her heart
and mind clear
and focused
on only beauty.

Her actions
burnished a
mystical truth,
that I sure wish
I had known,
earlier in my youth.

Once in a Blue Moon

She laid down,
under a Blue Moon,
a moon she really
wanted to choose,
and whose,
colors and light
within the softness
of her heart
and rightful feelings.
She let her mind
surrender to its calm, cool
influential dealings.

Entangled in
the breath of,
a Northwind,
blue covered her,
and with blueish
gestures of good,
she assumed it to be,
as if it were,
and she then understood,
all the
heartbreak and pain,
that her story
whose glory,
her shadow undoes,
for what it really was,
and is to be;
a love of the all,
in its totality,
and she need only
accept and agree,

Only then,
comes the one,
who truly sees you.
That steady one,
like the sun
shines without fail.
You’ll discover that,
this LOVE,
is the holy grail,
a love that’s true,
and then, so are you.

a design of living

With the faith of a child,
whose heart,
dancing in a field of imaginings,
has been mystically beguiled,
her everlastings,
dreaming her loves and desires,
in all that materially transpires.

Her power is in
those invisible thoughts
she speaks in her head.
Those thoughts, she has,
all the time,
that become her daily bread.

She thought,
‘What if its true?’
that what she’s presently
thinking and feeling,
carries into the future,
then she can prophesy.
So why not have thoughts
and feelings that imbue
all that is good,
just, and lovely into.

She rejected
the common notion
that Prayer was
only for special times,
with specific trinkets,
rules and mimes,
or only in certain places,
and when trouble comes,
for begging divine graces.

For her,
more so,
its a way to be,
a design of living,
with heart and mind
a disciplined devotee
of expressive thanksgiving.

She found that
her faith was rewarded
with consistent results,
and she wondered why
it was all but forgotten
by those silly adults.

#takingabreak #gettingbacktobeauty #lovingmylife #doingtherealwork #walkingthetalkeveryday

Eternal Imagination

Do you see me?
Can you hear me too?
He asked a question,
to whose answer,
he already knew.

In the day to day,
of noises and
competing distractions,
I forget that,
I am,
giving life to all kinds
of wonderful
and crappy reactions.

We constantly hear
our own inner speech,
all the time, day and night.
Its what expands or limits
the bounds of mortal reach
into divine imagination’s
invisible light.

Within our own
human mind,
is the eternal body
of imagination,
and the ‘blind cannot
lead the blind’,
only awareness reveals
this corroboration.

All things are birthed
in imagination
and in this world of shadows,
every natural effect
has a spiritual causation.

As a hawk,
on the wing,
catches thermals,
effortlessly soaring,
ever higher.
is the invisible force
of creation,
calling to your life,
the people, places and
circumstances it would require.

not like in a daydream,
but as inner transformation,
although for some,
or even for many,
it may outwardly seem,
to be
blasphemous information.

So let me
always be,
what has danced
around the edges
of my life,
all of my life,
my journey,
from innocence
to experience,
and on to
an awakened imagination,
in my daily practices
and sacred application.

all that is good

There came
a time,
when the moment
was frozen.
It made him
to be more true,
from limb to limb,
and he just knew,
that he is what he has chosen,
not only intellectually,
but spiritually.
So he decided
to focus on all that is
good, right and lovely.

Panda and a Bluebird

a tale of spiritual powers

One day, he saw
an unlikely pair,
in a field of flowers.

There was
a bluebird
and a panda bear.
He watched as they
laughed and frolicked
for what seemed like
hours upon hours.

Their friendship grew,
as they shared and cared,
and even though
only one of them flew,
mystical things they dared
imagine to do, came true.

The bear was giddy to fly,
so his friend
called out to the sky,
“come on down, and let
your colors surround’,
feathers and fur
became tightly color-bound.
The panda’s feet
raised off the ground
and as he was lifted on high
they danced merrily
amongst the flowers
on the clouds up in the sky.

she emerged

She emerged,
from the colored clouds,
feeling stronger.
She just couldn’t
take it any longer.
Those damaging lies,
propped-up with a
steady supply of hypocrisy,
shattering the foundations
of morality, society and democracy.

But what had been done
is now becoming undone,
and up from the ashes
of the modern-day dark ages,
a renaissance,
of art and written pages
rising the zombie-like
not hiding
in the silent voices of most,
but spiritually applying,
and returning shadows to ghost.
And as a great battle ensued,
not a single shot was fired,
for of all the lies
and hypocrisy,
everyone grew weary and tired.

#spirituality #morality #democracy #enoughisenough