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she sat quiet, thoughts within thoughts, peaceful contemplation…
breezy night, fireflys swirling to and fro…her legs over the pier, feet in the water…
jasmine softly swirling around her senses…she breathed deep, exhaled contentment…
he walked up quietly and sat next to her…she leaned on his arm and smiled…
both looked out on the water, silent in each other’s presence…words had no place here…
the perfect night…

The day has come for a most fundamental change, a breakthrough that transcends all boundaries – both real and created.
Humanity has reached a crossroads – there is no going back – for what once was the “acceptable” mode of behavior has served to bring destruction and defeat.
The infection caused by our sickness has spread to afflict all that is around us – Earth Herself is chafing under the weight of our mighty callousness and utter disrespect.
The day has come when we must stop what we are doing and look at who we have become – open our eyes and see the damage we have done.  There is no point in hiding, there is no place to hide – the sins of our fathers have destroyed our sanctuaries, our hiding places – we must stand in the face of the evil we have allowed to run rampant, we must destroy the Devil that we created – the scapegoat that we laid our maliciousness upon.
The old ways, however, will not work – we must open our hearts to even older ways – methods that have no name – no beginning, no end.  The only cure for our sickness has been with us all along – for we were born from this “cure”, we are our own healing.  Lay down your anger – your judgments, your self proclaimed righteousness.  Take a look into your enemy’s eyes and realize they are your own eyes.  As the battle rages around you – find your quiet place – remember who you really are and then, extend your hand to your brother, make a way for your sister, learn from your father and go, teach your daughter.  In this family – to which we all belong – we must learn again to open our arms, take hold of each other, forgive ourselves and then look outward to pick up the pieces, rebuild. 
Throw away beliefs that would only serve to separate and remember the

Oldest Way

– the way we all walked long ago – the Way of Truth.  We are not separate from one another – we are all connected – spun together in a wondrous weaving, lovingly created – a creation we are sadly destroying.  The adage that united we stand, divided we fall – this is no mere quote, words strung together for effect.  This statement is the fundamental root that we must nurture – a beginning we must go back to. 
To all my brothers and sisters – red, brown, black, yellow and white – humanity has reached a crossroads – we can come together and move to the next level – united – or we can fall – divided, our ashes blown by the winds, our Mother Earth continuing her travels without us.  I, for one, would like to continue our journey. 

i left work late last night…my last table, tho’ nice, took their sweet time…i walked to my car and felt the breeze on my skin…it felt cool and reminded me of nights in the mountains…camping trips made as a child…my love of nature…i watched the breeze softly move through branches of trees that surround where i work and i let myself be present to the moment…for each moment is a gift and must be honored as such…the moon brightly shone down, beautiful and peaceful…as i stood there, i thought about our Planet and what we are doing to Her…what we have done to each other over history…the destruction and evil that has run rampant through our world in the name of religion, greed, power and self proclaimed supremacy…my heart is sad because i remember the stories my mother would tell me about what the powers that be did to take the land, how they placed rules upon it, rather than respect the rules Nature already held…the idea that we own the land rather than belong to it is so ludicrous…yet, lives have been taken, genocides inflicted and cultures destroyed over this most insane belief…ah…but, none of these actions will escape the consequences that i sense are coming…they’ve already made their appearance as trees are cut down and oceans are overfished…our Planet is doing Her thing, She’s decided it’s time to clean things up, make things right…Nature is so much more powerful than we give Her credit for…we in our disrespect have disrespected our Mother and She’s not happy about it…it is time that we took ourselves off the pedestal and realized our place in this world…we do not own anything, we are a connected part of all that is…our actions do have a reaction…i just hope it’s not too little too late…

we are walking this world asleep…
we may have moments of wakefulness,
when the brilliant reality of who we are
and what we can accomplish confronts us
and challenges us to stay awake…
we struggle to hang on to those moments…
yet, the lure of going back to what is “comfortable”
beckons us, teases us…reaches out to us from a place
of fear and doubt…and we succumb…some of us…
we fall back into our old habits, our patterns ingrained
from years of believing our failures define us…
laziness and apathy take hold and become the chains
binding us in a dungeon of such darkness and despair…
we wallow, convince ourselves that this is reality
we settle for this living death and yet…continuously ask ourselves…
is this it?  is this all there is? 
“no” says the voice within…”no…you must wake up!”….
the voice is calm yet, there is an urgency…as each day spent asleep
is one less day spent alive…
the fear of not knowing what is next seems almost tangible
like a fist gripping your neck, rationing the air you breathe…
a chokehold that allows you just enough to exist but not to live
better to be afraid, to live life on the edge of losing it all…
to one day wake up and know…you have left the ledge but
instead of falling, you are flying…and you are living…

she closed her eyes as he began another angry tirade, raining his anger upon her…
like daggers at her spirit, his words cut, hurting her yet again…
she let herself wander to a place in her mind, a place of solace all her own…
under a tree she sat, breathing deeply…his shouting a dim disturbance far away…
leaning back, she looked out upon breathless beauty, grass blowing softly,
flowers lending their aroma to a breeze already pungent with the scent of rain…
she gazed into the distance and could see rolling clouds, filled with the promise of a great storm…
the air was cool on her skin, the moment so complete, so full in it’s realness…
it would seem as though the angry man trying to degrade her so was simply a figment of her imagination…
she smiled and closed her eyes, let the rain dance across her face as the leaves on the tree sheltered her…

have we met?  hmmm, maybe…you look familiar…oh wait, i know…i’ve been carrying you around in my heart for what seems like forever…and now, here we are, face to face…you are everything i expected and more….am i what you expected?  yeah…i’m a lot to handle…hopefully you’re strong enough…

be grateful for what you have….want what you’ve got….how to arrive at a point when just the mere fact that i am alive is enough….that a spectacular sky be the equivalent of gold and that my riches be determined by the well cooked meal, the smiles on my children’s faces, the feel of a good man holding me….

when i write, i paint pictures with my words….pictures that perhaps only speak to me….expressions of my deepest emotions, my strongest desires, my need to find that serene place that i carry within….

my pain is a self imposed punishment….for what?  why do i feel i must cast myself into this dark dungeon, just when everything i have been seeking is just within reach….finally….

this indeed is the next layer to peel away, the veil that keeps me from truly being at peace….the one i hold so stubbornly in place….para que?

gitana, mora, espanola…tu pasion te lleva a los nuves y te mandan al inferno….mi espiritu se cansa….

those lips…what do they taste like?

sing out…sing the song that is you and sing loud…fleeting is the desire to be, yet be you must…be real, be you…i am aching inside…i watch the world around me, i watch my brothers and sisters lay to waste their sacredness, i mourn the unnecessary angst…hatred borne from fear…fear of what?  how can we be so afraid of each other?  we walk this world as though our stories are real…we carry our scripts to hide our faces so that we can fade away into nothingness…never living, never honoring ourselves, much less each other…yet, and i strive to be as they, there are those individuals who raise their eyes and look deep into the facade…they strip away the mask and lovingly reach out to any and all…there is no one beneath them…they, these wise souls, have seen the light and live out their lives extending the mirror to the world around them…the light they have seen, it is not in some long lost story…it is not in some unreachable corner of the world hidden as though a treasure to be sought far and wide for…no…this light though hidden it would seem is just within reach…it is within…look into this light, i ask thee, my fellow lost soul, look into this light and rest your Spirit…let your light shine…shine bright, let your voice be heard and sing loud, reach out and take hold of each other…only then will freedom’s lost place in this world be found…

i want to tear away this facade that has boxed me in for as long…
…as long as i can remember…
i look out at the horizon and i feel a change coming, i long for the tribulations because…
…because i know that with them comes the rebirth of what is true…
we live out these lives deadened to what is real…i want to raise my hands…
…raise my soul to the heavens and fly free of this angry bitterness that has been a prison…
the journey to wakefulness begins with the choice to be eccentric…
…eccentric and perhaps unaccepted, feared, even loathed for my bravery…
the fears of too many have been forced upon me, to include my own fears…
…my own fears have proved to be as chains, holding me back from authentic experience…
i choose to break free these chains…i choose to die to this old way of living so that…
…so that i may finally live, really, truly…LIVE…