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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Los Angeles 2014: "This Morning. I Am, I Exist Here In The Some How"

"... while waking up this morning,
I channeled a whole complete poem
about something I experienced in the past,
and it was beautiful,
but I did not write it down.
Yet, here I am, 
in present time, 
being reminded 
that the beauty I feel 
inside me, 
when I smell a flower ,
now, here, immediately ... 
defines me more today
than an event I went through yesterday.

It is amazing 
how I realized 
that carrying memories 
became ... becomes ...
some times ...  some how ...
some thing I define my life with. 
I am not by definition
defined by any experience 
I had or I am having and yet ...
I learned over the last few days 
that I was carrying 
a memory.

As I made peace with my memory ...
a new feeling moved through me ...
accelerating my presence, into more presence.

I re.envisioned my Self.
I Self-realized, I realized that 
for many years I had believed
that a memory did define 
who I am ...
who I was ...
who I was not ...
who I am now.

Yet I know, for sure I know,
that I am nothing, existing here -
here, now in the here and now ...
Here, I am ...
Here, I exist 
Here is existence ...
Here ... I am, 
I am, I exist 
Here some way in the some how.

~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
In 1993 David Hickey wrote;
“Out of sheer perversity,
I followed beauty where it lead,
into the silence.”

In 1046-256 BC Laozi Li Er 李耳 wrote;
"Knowing others is wisdom,
knowing yourself is Enlightenment."

"I have just three things to teach:
simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures."

Thursday, May 22, 2014

South Seas 1989: "Healing, A Thirst That Parches Human Vanity."

I am moving faster than my theories, 
while lying on my back, straight up.
Under a twinkling diamond-cut star-stained quilt,
the Polynesian cloth that covers me is not enough.
Combined with the smell of diesel engine,
the cold penetrates inside my skull,
and pressure points to the space behind my eyes - until,
a well-defined ache is pushed within the centre of my head.

The sky above me is fleeting black silhouettes of diving birds,
and the Ocean beneath me is flowing dark profiles of jumping fish.
I am a shadow sailing mid-ocean somewhere -
on my way to measuring the spending of my time
by the distance and number of island hops in between.

I am growing faster than my theories
by following my dreams
my growth soaks my wakefulness with chances I take.
I risk nothing but allowing
new life events may be found in the unknown, drift,
and past experiences may not be lost in seas of the known, adrift.

I am working and living on cargo boats,
sailing barges of endless- blue green-canvases -
Oceans wet from wind and wave,
cut my path through pink and white coral
reef-sharp edged with eyes -
eye for Insane, Insight, Impressionistic -
I alone handcraft my Self-made destinies.

Nightly, I receive my dream’s impressions.
Daily I act on my visions.
Now Oceans alive, sing me bedtime lullabies.
Ocean life reminds me of my presence,
and my world of our worldly shared ancestry.

The stories Oceans tell
share evidence
that we are a water planet.
Tales transposed onto beaches,
the scatterings of evolving images -
skeletons and shells washed on to
the earthen pieces we call countries ...
the occasional landmasses that appear
within this fluid world ...
in occasional places ...
for good posture and well measured health.

We planetary population,
the bodies that coexist by sharing all that is;
sound forms of light, water, earth, air, fire, ether -
cyclical solar shine and lunar luminance.
Sharks bite Self-awareness at our border’s edges.
Sun beat-upon-beat opens and exposes our hearts.
Wind blows laughter buckling our rigid stance.
Rain soaks clean our round world’s four corners.
When our horizon's crisis cross
reality’s line meets our hunger for hope -
transforming false hope into real desire to heal.

Acceptance, a vane of emptiness' within each one of us.
Allowance, a vain rediscovered mine of my voice.
Healing, a thirst that parches human vanity.


~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
In 1923 Kahlil Gibran wrote,
"Sons of my ancient mother,
you riders of the tides,
How often have you sailed in my dreams.
And now you come in my awakening,
which is my deeper dream.
Ready am I to go,
and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.
Only with another breath will I breathe in this air,
only another loving look cast backward,
And then I shall stand among you,
a seafarer among seafarers.
And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,
Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,
Only another winding will this stream make,
only a murmur in this glade,
And then shall I come to you,
a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.”





Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Nova Scotia 2012: Knowing Peace Brings Enlightenment To Our World

The wind rattled the windows all night,
crying and shrieking as loud as a new born child.
The local fishermen know 
if you get lost at sea and scream for support,
the wind will drown out the sound of your own voice,
and the sea will silence the call of wild pleas for help.

People in these parts pray for inner strength
to accept the cycles of life
as natural forces of Nature.
Each year the ocean takes lives,
the life of a winter fisherman sailor
is a testament of being at war on the ocean,
while cultivating a sea of peace within.

The last winter storm of the year,
a howling blanket of snow covered the night.
The house hurricane groaned
from the stress of atomic transmutation,
and creaked as it's shape warped.
By morning the weather transformed into veils of rain, 
followed by sleet morphing into ice, then snow.

The elements are harsh only when they need to be.
Forgiveness is easy when you know and understand
that violence as change, ends the dead of Winter,
and rebirths a new awakening, enlightens insights in Spring.

I grew up playing the Creator's game of lacrosse.
We were the only family in the community who played,
so my father would practice with us in private.
On some weekends we would drive to Owen Sound
on the Pottawatomi River at Georgian Bay,
to witness the tribes come together
and play Thunder Bay's lacrosse players,
in an honouring of the sport,
the Creator's game made to teach us life's ethics.

At a gathering, a relative once told me -
"If you shoot a gun into a violent wind -
your bullets will be blown back at you,
and the sound of the blast
will quicken an avalanche
of irreversable change.
The act of creating violence,
engaging in violence
hastens the fall of snow,
and scares away game and birds -
lifts all living things from being sheltered
by the tree of life's branches."

Violence in the heart
creates a new set of unnatural laws,
which host and promote revenge.

By whispering into my ear, my ancestor cautioned me -
"You never know what is hibernating
in the wilds of any heart;
Be careful to not wake
that which hunts down life,
with the goal of ending life -
fear of fear seeks revenge,
fear grows resentment,
fear creates retaliation.
Ghosts never die,
they change form and remember -
Ghosts remember what was in the heart of the killer
when the hunted was stricken unaware at death."

Storms rock the steady routine of life, 
to calm an individual's nerves, 
by unveiling the unseen,
always lying ready and waiting, 
to be churned up from the deeply unconscious.
It is by the hands of one's own nature, 
that an individual is stoned into deadly sleep,
rocketed in the cradle of uncivilized dormancy.

A friend once shared with me the writing of Ohiyesa.
The story of an elder Chief of some unforgotten tribe,
who advised the men before going on a hunting trip -
"Let neither cold, hunger, nor pain,
nor fear of them,
neither the bristling teeth of danger,
nor the very jaws of death itself,
prevent you from doing a good deed."

The purest and simplest concept of courage,
possesses a world of difference,
between an individual's truth in ethical honour -
and the truth of a society which invests in fear,
to protect it's Self from the fear of fear.

When groups of people honour fear,
by taking up arms with the intent to kill due to it,
they are not protecting themselves from harm from it,
but are actually acting out that they are scared to death of it -
Fear and all that comes from facing fear,
is awarded by facing life with the courage of a peaceful warrior,
or denigrated through aggressively confronting life
with the vengeful spirit of anger ignited by fear.

Eventually a society which chooses fear, ends up afraid of it's Self,
and protecting it's Self-citizens from danger of it's own making.

Over the decades I have spoken with child soldiers -
children who were raised with violence,
schooled in guns, educated in warcraft -
taught that it was their duty to protect
and serve the insanely sane
from the insanity of the insane.
These children often spend time trying to unwind,
and unravel the dead from their nervous system -
find clues to solve the mystery of how the violence all began.

What happened to turn schools into warzones,
and children into armed-to-the-teeth soldiers?

When did guns become toys, and games become war zones?
When did toys become guns, and war zones become games?

How can adults believe that violent games make great babysitters,
because they distract the child from getting into trouble?

Of the child soldiers I have met,
many often wonder why weapons are even created?
Why guns are given by elders to youth?
Why children are taught adult beliefs,
which support the necessity of violence meeting violence,
and that sometimes killing is justifiable might that is all right.

One ex-child soldier I spoke with
shared his feelings - that if only his school
had spent an equal amount of time teaching peace,
then no children would have graduated as adults,
who choose war as a career, or a way to resolve conflict.
This child asked me if there was such a thing as a school,
that teaches conflict resolution through choosing peace.

These babes with no toys in gun land,
are asked to play with the gift of life. 
The adults who teach the children how to use guns,
teach that weapons of mass destruction are fun.
They teach that it is entertaining
to be face to face with your own power,
to render another life to tremble with fear,
and to denigrate others to feel powerless against you.
One person's fun is another person's torture.

Most the children I have met
who are asked to live with guns,
taught how to use guns,
and to learn how to take away the lives of others -
most of the children expressed
that they would like to erase the existence of fear off the planet,
as easy as chalk is removed from a blackboard -
with one stroke children usually choose peace over war.

The child soldiers say that making sense
of an adult's fear full view of our planet,
is not a fun game, nor a sustainable long term aspiration.
Children would rather invest in creating hope of peace,
than engage in sustaining the certainty of war.

Arming themselves to protect peace, 
by daily being prepared to go to war,
makes absolutely no sense to a child's heart,
nor is it the job of the youth to protect their parents
from grief, harm and hurt,
when life assaults their feelings.

Whose responsibility is it to grow up,
emotionally mature during life's harsh cycles?
Causes and effects, creation and transformation -
the adult and the child both benefit
from an abundance of infinite human kindness
and the richesses in generosity of spirit.

Every one of us deepens our personal experience of life
by witnessing death, then praying for peace -
and asking for compassion to be gifted to our Self,
to find the inner strength and inner courage,
to forgive and be free of grief-building walls-within us.

Children when queried
about the natural cycles of life and death,
often surprise the complicated minds
possessed by their sophisticated elders.
The unnatural mental landscape
of an adult mind
is to over think and analyse.
A habit cultivated over time to control,
some times praised as precision preparation,
or excellent planning and execution skills,
to ward off any potential possible traumatic disaster.

There is an imbalance caused by living in praise of control,
and waging wars through intelligence that seeks to eliminate any danger.
Lack of balance is created when energy is depleted from the heart.
The heart rules the head to lead a life in balance,
to create the emotion that resolves and heals the whole cause of war -
the heart secures the creation of peace within,
the heart communicates when it feels full of peace within,
thereby the heart restores the lack that fear exclusively brings,
and revitalizes health within the whole inclusive body circuit.

Society, as a body of life reflects the health of our world.
Society benefits most from compassionate evolution -
during times of ethical stress, courageous strain and moral decay,
empathy brings wellness of peace into the whole of all society.

What no longer works,
eternally historically has never worked,
is the unnatural act of gifting guns to children.
Arming schools with thoughts to wage a war on fear -
is fear teaching fear, which feeds the unnatural law
of revenge, resentment and retaliation.
The unnatural act of gifting guns to children and teachers,
builds a society in fear, teaching fear, learning to be fear full.

When did peace become the dream less dreamt of,
and war become the vision of a safe way forward -
which truthfully evolves our children's imagination?

Peace known brings enlightenment to our world -
it is an unnatural act to gift guns to our children,
and teach the might of war wins over the wisdom of peace.
Knowing peace brings enlightenment to our world


~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~

Sometime after 1922 Kurt Vonnegut spoke and wrote;
"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard.
 Do not let pain make you hate.
 Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.
 Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree,
 you still believe it to be a beautiful place."

 In Star Wars, Yoda said;
“Fear is the path to the dark side.
Fear leads to anger.
Anger leads to hate.
Hate leads to suffering.
Remember, a Jedi's strength flows from the Force.
But beware.
Anger, fear, aggression.
The dark side are they. 
Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny."

Sometime after 1939 Margaret Atwood said or wrote;
"War is what happens when language fails."






Tuesday, February 12, 2013

ᑲᓇᑕ Canada 2013: Idle No More, When Their Leader is Idle The People Are Active

Inner peace is an individual journey,
which can be supported by others 
through listening to understand, 
each individual's unique personal point of view.

Each one of us is designed to be uniquely whole. 
Respecting life is respecting each one individual's
human right to communicate their feelings.

Creation gifted humans ability, right, and freedom of speech.
No human can prevent a gift from reaching it's audience.

It does not matter who the person is,
what they have done, 
what they have not done, 
what they have yet to do.

What matters is when a person asks to be heard,
that a stage is erected, 
and a light shone upon them,
so that they feel comforted 
by their rights, to be human, being fulfilled.

To be seen and heard as a human being,
is a human right which any one of us desires.
Every one of us grows,
from experiencing and knowing,
that I count, I matter and I am respected.

Being respected is simple and simply created,
just gather around to respectfully listen.
Give attention, give audience and cheer
a human's right to receive the gift of communication.

Communication is within each one of us to give,
as a unique personal contribution, 
to safeguard the evolution of betterment, 
to grow together the wisdom in our society of human beings.

It is not the speaker who is idle,
but the listener who idles in their duty to hear.
The listener idles in being present,
present to give through fulfilling their role as a listener,
present to receive through their role as a participant in society.

We all idle when we are not present to serve,
or receive the gift of shared human expression.
Each one of us idles
when we ignore the gifts we are given,
to explore our feelings together -
and to sculpt our world view
individually and ensemble.

It is simple to be a light
unto others through listening,
and when asked to take the hand 
of the speaker during their dark hours,
it is easy to embrace them, befriend them,
and value their life as you would value your own.

It is easy to treat the speaker
like you would want to be treated yourself,
with kindness, consideration, and validation.

It requires effort to devalue our human resources,
ignore them, exploit them, bring them into lifeless idleness.

It is easy to take up the rhythm
from the hand of those who tire from beating the drum,
and it is simple to take up singing,
until one for all, and all as one
hear the vocables sounding peace.

We the guardians of our conscious expression,
We stand on guard against idleness,
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We stand on guard for each other,
We stand on guard against cries in the dark,
We stand as guardians of love for life within each child,
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We stand as guardians for Nature who has no human voice,
We stand on guard for thee, our citizens of inter tribal nations,
We the guardians of our planet,
We who are the honour guard of our habitat for our humanity.

We are not idle,
We are the worldly communicators,
We are the listeners that we have been waiting for -
We have arrived,
We have been born into a time of mass communication.

We do not need any one's permission
to speak, or be heard -
We elect the officers of the people
to represent and serve the people,
in the world wide web of conscious choice
and unconscious sub-band submissive coding -
We chose to lead, We chose to follow our own lead.

We, who believe We are capable of peaceful coexistence,
stand on guard for peace, We are the guardians of peace.

We stand behind those who raise their voice,
We stand behind them to lend them our strength.
Society protects and honours it's voice, 
the voice of a child, leader, follower and creator.

After all, We all lead our own life,
so We are all our own leaders -
We are all leaders of our own dominion.

One of the difficult tasks of being human,
is to insist on being heard,
climb onto the stage,
be in the spotlight,
and be wise beyond our collective experience -
then be wise above your own experience gained,
and be wise to earn more experience as an individual human being. 

So far, on this collective journey,
We have been gifted the right to thrive -
We have all been born
to ride this giant ball of energy
We call planet Earth.
Ride the planet each day, each night,
together, move, through Space, into more, now.

We are hurled at high velocity speeds through space -
Humanity would experience a rough ride,
if when our time comes to lead,
We did not share the light, stage and hour
with compassion, simplicity and peace.

Peace begins at home
in each individual heart,
in each individual house ...
in each parliamentary house ...
in each chamber of commerce ...
in each home without a warm hearth ...
in each body with a cold heart ...
in each school that civilizes by teaching us forgiveness.

We Self-liberate when We learn reconciliation,
by forgiving our leaders, teachers, preachers -
forgive and forget those who preach a war on peace.

Forgive individuals
who choose to make war not love,
and forgive those
who encourage others to commit unloving acts -
excite waging unforgiving acts of verbal terrorization,
on those who seek peace, reconciliation and progress.

One of the idle acts of a publicly elected official
is ignore and give silent treatment to their public,
We, the people give trust to leaders to lead
and to excel in protecting by serving
the collective rights of all of humanity. 

The idle are those who do not lend a helping hand -
when asked, they turn-away eyes-diverted
from the insights gained from the gaze of truth.

I do not believe humans are idle,
even when sitting still,
We are an individual meditation on life -
a work of art, a portrait of humanity,
a reflection of all that is ...
in all it's idle calm and noisy gatherings.

Leading your own individual life,
and to lead other human beings,
is an honour and a recognition - 
awarded because you promised to listen,
to connect, to talk, to communicate and to feel.

If a leader does not answer to the call of the people, 
then the leader is idle and the people are active.

When their leader is idle, 
then the people have the right to take action.

When their leader is idle the people are active,
if the people lead then the leader's will, will follow.


~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Sometime after 1972 Anabel Hernández wrote or said;
"Living in silence is not living,
in any corner of the planet.
Living and remaining silent
about how the corrupt,
crime and impunity continue
to take ahold of my country
is also to die.
Without freedom of expression,
justice and democracy are not possible."

Sometime after 1935 Tenzin Gyatso,
the 14th Dalai Lama,
holder of the Nobel Peace Prize
and Congressional Gold Medal of Honor, said:
"We have to think and see
how we can fundamentally change our education system, 
so that we can train people to develop warm-heartedness 
early on in order to create a healthier society. 
I don’t mean we need to change the whole system, 
just improve it. 
We need to encourage an understanding 
that inner peace comes 
from relying on human values 
like, love, compassion, tolerance and honesty, 
and that peace in the world
relies on individuals finding inner peace."

Sir Samuel Leonard Tilley suggested the term 'Dominion' for Canada,
as inspired by Psalm 72 from the King James Bible:
"The Creator shall have dominion also from sea to sea,
and from the river unto the ends of the Earth."
The term "Dominion" is also echoed
in the Dominion of Canada's motto:
"A Mari Usque Ad Mare"
Latin meaning in English,
The Creator's dominion "from sea to sea".





Wednesday, December 12, 2012

China, Vietnam 1992: Serve to Lead Your Own Inner Great Cause

I am on the border between
China and Vietnam.
I watch my step,
so I do not land on a mine.
The evidence of war is buried just below the surface -
the conviction between the peaceful and priceless,
is often found in the boundary of humanity 
reinstated then re-situated 
on the razor's edge of sanity.

Weapons of mass destruction
wound at incalculable worth ...
decamp, the valuables of the refugees ...
devalue, the invaluable heart of enlightenment ...
deflate, the moral price of self esteem.

The children, who play in these fields ...
the trades people, who walk these trails ...
lose more, than their daily Self worth ...
gain less, at the nightly expense of their Self survival.

The signs of life, and the sighs of the living,
sound through this scar infected region.
Inflation is the downturned economy's cry to battle,
to arouse, the propaganda to rouse the legions ...
to raise, the voices of the people
to sing, the songs that praise the rich's spoils from war ...
more war revenue, more natural resources needed ...
more calls for more battles, to take over ...
more fights for more rights, to have more ...
more competition to earn more, to invest in more.

Money is earned by tearing a land apart by it's seams,
and performing an emergency make over ...
to re-piece the puzzle back together again ...
in the image of it's creators, movers and shakers -
economic cultures built in the image of their makers.

What reins supreme, of a cause in the making,
is the fear consciousness used to call the public to arms.
Fear, created for profit by the mob bullying class ...
scarcity, created through downward declines ...
ego gains, returning to the investors augmented Self entitlement ...
investments, which earn more wrath of a joy rationed nation.

Peace lives within, each one voice, the choice so the presence of peace.
Peace lives within, each one voice, which desires the presence of peace.
Peace lives within, each one voice, who enjoys the presence of peace.
Peace lives within, each one, each one voice the powerful presence of peace.

Obtaining peaceful enlightenment, is not won at any price ...
nor need be sacrificed, by any one of us to gain material security -
simple presence, is bestowed on those working to that effect ...
peace created within, any one of us can serve to lead our own inner great cause.  

~ Other People's Fingerprints ~
Sometimes after 1207
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī
also known as Rumi wrote;
"Where ever you stand, be the Soul of that place."





Friday, November 23, 2012

Los Angeles 2012: Thanks Given, Thanks Received, Ever Grateful Throughout An Eternity of Creative Imagination

I can write about all of our ancestors we never thanked.
I can smile at all the memories not yet understood.
I can feel gratitude for all the children choosing peace.
I can hear all the songs being sung by people forgiving to forget.

I can see all the crimes of humanity acted out in ignorance.
I can ignore all the humanity acting out crimes.
I can forgive all the crimes knowing the unconsciousness of humanity.
I can forget humanity's unconscious knowing it is a crime not to forgive.

What I can not believe in
is that any of concepts which I write about
are old truths already made, or new truths in the making.

I can imagine that beliefs are winks of light from stars long ago dead.
I can know that the sensation of color forms a community that is bright.
I can taste the chemistry of the alchemy of life.
I can smell a world banquet of cultural choices nurturing light.

I can touch the remarkable difference between silence and creation.
I see the universal spark of inspiration
I can feel within my space this spark of light
between my atoms, my cells and my genetically remembered places.

Life's joy is a created sensation,
growing in proportion to an individual's permission.

Life might seem like a slight blessing,
yet it is an immense journey of being alive -
alive in a peopled-illuminated manuscript,
of human history, individually written.

To each their own,
millions of years of stacked and ringed,
inner-cellular memories.

To each their own,
millions of years of stacked and ringed,
inner-cellular harmonies.

I can atone my personal music,
to play out the symphony
of each ancestor's life that has passed.
It is through Self-attuning,
that dreams are orchestrated
into being individually created
and lived individually alive -
Individual life,
lived as one life,
among the forest of trees,
each one life unique,
each one life grown from a single seed,
each one life born
from a single inspiration
of sounded-coloured light.

The tricks of the trade of life,
life being lived alive as joy,
are not sharpened
by grinding an ax head upon a stone body -
banging-head bone-against flesh-walls
produces nothing
but a dim Soul's dull ache ...
from pressure building up a deadly resistance.
Symbolically doors do not open from force,
but openness is created through care-taking creation,
and carefully choosing what to create.

Life in all it's forms has a core feeling -
the sensing of sensations sounding bodies of light,
the feeling of experiences alive in Space,
the feeling of Space alive as experience,
the sensing of the bodies of experience
in formation around one heart's information -
having the personal Space to sense Self
as an individual experience.

I can not imagine any believed-concepts so permanent
that they are fixed for eternity -
like stitches in time woven into the universal fabric of poetics -
imagination is a temporal vibration,
felt throughout the multiverses, as the language of creation -
imagination creates, creation imagines.

I see the pain of this world
while simultaneously sensing joy.
I see people invest in misery
lies they believe to be lies about their lives.
I see the beginning, middle, end
and beginning of circumnavigational truths.
I sense spirals of cultured interconnectivity
attached to each body taking up Space.

I imagine thanks given
and for the giving,
the past is reconciled into being forgiven.
I imagine my ancestors being released
from the prison of my cellular memory -
liberated from acting out the same patterns of behaviour,
time and again, over centuries,
body-to-body, ever again with each breath.

I imagine ancient grief consciously being lifted
from my body of observation.
I imagine I am powerful enough
to remember over time
That I am my Soul leading my life,
throughout my Soul's creation.

Thanks given and thanks received is a blessing,
passed inward and outward through the breath of my life -
breath of my own choosing, life of my own making.

Thanks given and thanks received
is a powerful act of creating joy which releases hate.
I release my imagination from imagining
any one's power is less, or more, than mine.
I imagine my Self, and every one of us Beings,
owning joy within their core-heart ...
each heart a core of life-force,
full of the force of life,
forcefully courageous -
full of worthy individual experience,
fully worthy of ever-expanding individual-consequence.

Thanks given and thanks received
from one Self to any other Being in the state of creation.
Any one of us can be inspired to recognize
that not one thing is ever fixed, ever permanent,
all things are ever sensual, ever creative.

I am ever grateful throughout an eternity of creative imagination.

~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Sometime after 1452, Leonardo da Vinci wrote;
"I love those who can smile in trouble,
who can gather strength from distress,
and grow brave by reflection."





Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Kona 2012 : Wishing Upon The Stars, Experiencing Peaceful Coexistence

Aloha means love -
words of the wise.
Aloha also means presence -
words to the wise.
I hear people visiting Hawaii using the word "aloha",
no matter what language they use in their home country.
Aloha is written in the universal language of feeling.
The "Aloha Spirit" or "The Way of Aloha",
is sharing the love, a way of life -
interacting with integrity with the natural world.

"Alo" means - sharing in the present, presence.
"Oha"means joyous affection, love.
"Ha" means life force energy, breath, essence of life.
To the Hawaiian Ancients
"aloha" meant "Creation within us"
the conscious joyful sharing of existence,
and manifesting life through presence.

The wind carries emotions,
so does the Moon, Sun and Stars.
It is not a romantic notion,
but a reality felt as a fact of Nature.
My nature,
which I know so well,
I have memorized until
I can feel myself awake
while I am still asleep.

Relatives
of the ancient Hawaiians
share with me
that ancestors knew
Nature is not separate
from our whole of existence -
but Nature is the foundation
of our physical world -
and so a part of our very being,
our core manifest-reality.
Nature teaches Truth,
the insight and revelation,
of the natural world's wisdom.

Two weeks ago,
for several nights
the roosters crowed at midnight.
At one o'clock
I felt the Earth quake.
Afterwards, each morning,
I walked to the community healing garden.
to ask my friend, the respected Elder
caretaker of that sacred space,
if she felt the Earth quake the night before.
Each morning she replied;
No, she had slept deeply.
Each morning she told me,
that she believed me, believed in me -
"If I had 'felt it' then 'it' must have happened."

She carried so much confidence in my events.
I had begun to question my own perception of my incidents,
but with her reoccurring choice on a daily basis to validate me,
I felt deeply guided to renew my Self-esteem
of my own Self-intuitive Self-guided experiences.

The following week,
after digging and harvesting from the rich volcanic soil,
I drove to the volcano, still, active, red, and glowing in the night.
My friend and I walked through underground lava tubes.
With a flash light torch we played in the rain,
illuminated the rain forest fern leaf umbrellas,
and felt the rock hard lava walls
wet, slippery and ancient.

The smell awakened us to our senses.
The sound of the animals,
as the birds slept,
woke me from my exhaustion.
It was neither weird, nor wonderful, to be
slithering along pitch black underground caverns,
on an island experiencing Earth quakes,
while lava smoked,
and the clouds plumed,
to meet the almost full Moon.

Life is a most natural event,
and my senses longed to feel open,
and alive -
for such a very long time I craved stillness.
I am a taro planted in the Earth,
growing and waiting
for the time to emerge full of the nutrients of life.

My essential ingredients to sustain my creative breath,
and maintain my musical merriment are born
from sleeping deeply,
and dream travelling astrally to more ...
more this, more that,
more of more of more of more.
I ask for more because
I am created from infinite more.
My heart was heard
above the Coqui frogs' whistles.

My heart sounds were mixed with the music
of a White Owl's wing flap.
White Owl navigated
past our car's windshield,
flying faster than we drove.
We had no time to brake from our speed,
but we were slow motioned
by the universe of choreography,
which tilted White Owl's head,
and supported our eyes to meet.
White Owl stared at us wide eyed,
and wondered who we were,
suddenly in it's way,
moving along a road
running high above the cliff and tree tops.

We watched White Owl's wing tips
brush the window of the world clean.
We were blessed
to witness the whites of the owl's eyes.
To smell the Earth mixed with wing tips,
to taste the under ground water of the lava flows,
to hear the guitar strums
and singers voices
rise above the stars
to serenade the universe
with harmonies of peace.

I asked my friend the guardian of the community garden;
"Why do starfruits host armies of ants?
Why do papayas burst with water
to quench the thirst of both
the enemy of the daylight creatures,
and the animals of the night time prowl?
Why do smooth lava rocks cut the feet,
and also heat the body
to warm the blood
ending cold disease?"

We laughed at the questions which held no answers,
and ate a few more flowers from the garden harvest,
then pulled a few more weeds from between the vegetables.

It is Nature's way to create and destroy growth,
heal hurt, seal wounds,
grow space to transform,
create beyond the scar tissue,
grow in present time beyond the past -
create within full view of the future.

Nature knows
who it is,
why it is
alive with being
existing in the reality
of life giving and taking moments.
Nature simply is existing
while all else is alive with the presence of coexistence.

When women birth in the ocean
the dolphins come to surround
and protect the human baby.
Newly formed life and new born infants are loved by all
who thrive on this planet of wonder and creativity.
When I swam the dolphins came,
a baby ocean turtle surfed storm-waves alongside me,
and off the lava reefs
the baby sharks fed on tropical yellow fish meals.
None of us got in each other's way,
we synchronized our curiosity in balance
with respect for each other,
and the truth of Nature's way.

The roosters stopped crowing at midnight,
and the Earth ceased it's pitch and roll.
Ripples from Japan across the ocean,
the Tsunami storms came and went,
tossing the waves in a dance with the fish -
new heights of wonder, wisdom ...
and wishing upon the stars,
experiencing peaceful coexistence.

~ Other People's Fingerprints ~
Aia i ka 'olelo ke ola, aia i ka 'olelo ka make
"In language is life and death."

"Center of the Universe"


"Grower's Storm"






Kilauea Volcano on Kona Hawai'i














Sunday, August 26, 2012

Los Angeles 2010: Exhausted from My Own Betrayal

Day and night cooperate to unify the whole,
day does not oppress night, and dark does not suppress light -
each at their core contains the truth of the other.
Life is alchemical and always, ever and ever more, forever and ever after
a restorative dance moving with a sense of optimism for the future.

My beliefs and choices are personal to myself –
mere intellectual concepts made to be naturally altered,
destroyed in each moment 
to enable and expand the art of my self-expression.
I craft myself aware, 
sculpt my self-identity, 
I am, 
and so I am recreationally self-defining.
Each day I birth the extraordinary lightness of my being
to oversee the demise of my dualistic mediocracy –
to oppose any divisive rule imposed on me, 
by my own mediocre self-governing principals.
I expose the pain that I experience 
to transcend and transform the pain that I cause.

The nature of creation is spiraling escalation –
even during times of contraction, 
I am simultaneously expanding. 
The challenge of my unknown 
sharpens my sense of self-determination,
the confrontation of my self, known, 
heightens my sense of self-realization –
life is not a test, I am, I exist, 
and all ready – I know the score.
I am not afraid of placing my attention on the beauty in this world,
I do not believe evil will grow unruly if devoid of my gaze –
simply I have learned, 
and so I am aware, 
that love transforms.

The gain after the fire is the replenishment of the earth; 
after the storm the air is clear.
I still, 
and redefine my past behind me 
to carry nothing more than my purity forward.
I still, 
and create 
vibrant child-like innocence and trust by being present –
especially 
if experience all around me is demeaning and devious.

I still, 
and meditate 
on restorative peace 
to strengthen the harmony 
of my core’s presence –
especially 
if experience all around me is disheartening and dishonest.

I still, 
and purify 
any and all discord and dissonance, 
so my presence synchronizes my actions –
sounds out 
and manifests 
significant resonance, 
to orchestrate the unification of my story.

How can I be so nonsensical in such a sensual world?
Beauty all around me, 
how could I behave as if this world smells only repulsive and unattractive?

Vibrating color unappreciated is tasteless, 
an unsavory course that causes indiscrete irregularity.

If Soul is left unknown and untouched, 
we lay in virginal beds of senseless determination –
only to die mind-numbing deaths ...
pretending to be something other than we are, is boring.

Whoever said ...
that monotony and effort are required to be in relationship with one’s self ...
was masquerading as a self-saboteur, 
a self-controlled artist restraining their own imagination.

I clear my mind, 
continuously, 
effortless; 
I die to the past to remain present in simplicity –
and pray 
that the insanity of my contortions 
extort my Soul from my familiar patterns.
I am not blind in a world of growing illumination –
in such a musical world 
I hear the song of life 
animating the vessel of my meaning.

Playing a role takes so much effort, 
an exertion so full of impotent try,
that it manifests tiresome inertia 
into ever and ever deepening 
virulent weakness –
I sleep for days when I am inauthentic, 
exhausted from my own betrayal.

~~ Other People's Fingerprint ~~
Sometime after 1923 Brendan Behan wrote;
“Many of our fears are tissue paper thin,
and a single courageous step would carry us clear through them.”






Saturday, August 4, 2012

Yucatan 1986: Integrated Power Produces Certainty

I think I am dreaming, 
when I see a face of a woman,
trapped in the ruins of a temple, 
overlooking the ocean.

I see this woman imagine her future, 
and then let go of her grasp on time.
Her next choice is cleared, 
reduced into an incremental moment.
Her result is grounded,
an accessible next step in time.

I touch the crumbling stone ledge, 
the angelic-fallings resting
on this window sill, 
still here, 
as a life-force-surge imprinted by sorrow.

The woman’s essence remains, 
from once upon a time long before now.
Confined and ghostly-hand printed
transparent remnants left for me to feel
and fold into my presence – 
this woman has surpassed time and its boundaries.

The woman’s emotions enter 
and overwhelm me – 
I feel her.
I feel her fear 
that her soul is falling, 
over a cliff edge
to be frenzied and churned, 
by the milky-white waves crashing below.

People here tell me stories of a Goddess,
who guards these temple grounds, 
where she was eventually imprisoned.
She found absolution in isolation -
isolation in birth and isolation in death.

Memory is a force, 
that goes beyond this incarnation.
Without knowing why
I am transported back in time
to the moment 
my consciousness entered the fertilized egg.
I tap into the courage awarded me
the moment I chose birth canal exit 
into an expanded community of consciousness.

Memory it is not a force that needs to be feared.
Memory communicates to me
to recall my personal power –
the unique, individualized original essence of me.
My afterbirth bits of my energy ...
I unconsciously left behind ...
somewhere ...
scattered back in time ...
overtime embedded within
the various life experiences, of me.

Our bodies can reflect 
the sum, total, all 
of our experience.

Empowered and strengthened
I am carried to the ledges of my own intentions.
I do not yet comprehend my decisions,
but I am required to face the fear
of my unknown choices.
I must let go not knowing
what my results will surrender me to.

Perhaps this Mayan woman, 
whose spirit has long since passed from this planet, 
intentionally left behind
the heart-prints of her Soul to show me ...
how to use my intention
to replenish my passion,
and integrate this power ...
my power into my presence.

Since re-membering all my experiences, 
from birth into present time,
I feel less like a concept
and more grounded in the reality of my own existence.
I feel less scattered, shattered and overshadowed -
I feel more fully the daily experience of waking
and reincarnating back integrating into my body.

Each event surrounding my past, present and future 
has cleared from the felt experiences in my body.
The sensation of my integrated power 
produces a certain kind of certainty -
certainty that I am ...
certainty that being still ...
creates a certain kind of knowingness ...
that I am here.

~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Sometime around the year 600 BC, Sappho wrote;
“You may forget but let me tell you this:
someone in some future time will think of us…