Sep 29, 2016


When I look at you - you remind me of sacred devotion. How your eyes remind me of a child's innocence, an almond star radiating beauty.

When I look at you - you remind me of purity and everything called perfection; how you carry the world effortlessly.

When I look at you - you remind me of endurance... despite the trembling hurt it is to be colored in a world full of colors. Your quiet demeanor and humbleness quivers the heart.

When I look at you - you remind me of softness etched from years of bitter hurt inflicted on to you, which never contaminated your core.

When I look at you - you remind of a massive fleet docking from bay to bay trading it's goods not effected by the awe and wonder of spectators glued at your magnitude. They never saw you coming.

When I look at you - you remind me of the epitome of what it is to be a loving  father figure equipping his own for good works.

When I look at you - you remind me of a mother, a teacher slowly revealing her lessons but quickly flowing her love when her children stray.

Many eyes I behold in my heart. Nothing more precious than to consider you as my friends.

Cutting Cords

Every now and then when I'm at the edge,
when I can resurface, I survive a complete 
drown. Drowning in a sea. A sea swarming
with lustful scenes, beautiful scenes, and 
chaotic scenes.

I found myself so far in this seductive tempest.
Where the rhythm was new, the twirls were fun, 
the violence was entertaining. But my hunger was 
a nagging wound, like a homeless beggar.

I didn't recognize how far I went until
I couldn't function. Until my wound didn't 
heal, until my dancing with the wind 
caused my motherboard to fizz. 

In my anguish that the water didn't match
the sky, my guides got me up and reminded 
me how I was caught in his web of thoughts. 
And how a cable of cords from him to
me was created, and was fed through our 
common adventures. 

So innocent they started yet subtly how perverted
they evolved to, with wisdom hung behind every
dead end. 

Now the cords have dropped. Golden sails has
gone up. And now the constant become voluntary. 
Chaos become calm. And I knew grace gave me choice
to drown or float. To be stuck or to be divine. 
The steering wheel became once more mine.

Sep 21, 2016

Just Enough

Do you love Him enough
to do His work even
when your job is painful
agonizing and bitter?
When the clock hand plays with your
joy strings.

Do you love Him enough that
you would do the work
even when you're intoxicated by the
fleeting allocades, heart felt praises and
the spellbound focus of surrounding hearts?
Oh the results of what you've birthed,
projected by the world!

Would you love Him still
when you're in that 'Dream-Team flow'?
A zone so pure, any infidelity is flung out.
When the only time you breath deep, is right before
you sleep.
And like a plane propeller that doesn't
know between hot and cold air except that it moves -
do you move for Him?

Is He making your burden light and yoke easy??

Why do you suffer?
Why are you in bliss?


Still in need of that in
Just want to be in
Where it's warm and safe
Where there is nothing to be afraid of
Where I'm protected.
But that desire is often short lived cause I can't hold it in my hand
It disappears as fast as it appears in my mind
And I'm left alone gasping for breath leaning against the corner as I regain my self
I regain it so slow not too quickly... as the thought so often lingers. Plays around like a kitten with its yarn.

Where is this milk and honey land?
I don't see this overflow
This perpetual loving flow.
Who provides?
Who creates?

Must I go to the seat of the One to open up the doors and windows?
Has the One withheld it's love from its people?
Have I missed the current of love
That flows everlasting ?
How do I access it?
I do I keep it on?
And now.
What about now?

Sep 12, 2016

Centering Joke of the day

Me: (humming) I-can't-kep-my-hands-to-myself. I-want-you-aaall-tooo-myself
Enter Buddha: Misa!
Me: Haha yes. I meant  I-shall-not-want-anything.  I-want-noooothing