I remember you

the lines of your face, deeply groomed grassy heaven

My tears furled in the crevice of dark tresses

I remember you

Dark, tall and handsome

An enigma

Not seeking to be chased but enjoying

The thrill of desire

I remember you

We lay, sprawled between silk lies

A tangle of webs caught between several truths

Things we’d hoped our hearts would hide

But see…I remember you

A wistful tale of love unrequited

Or perhaps too immature to ignite this fire

So important to my own song—

I suppose you’d helped me find my own

Touching traces of insecurity

So that I would unveil the real me

Not so pretty or so peaceful, no:

Painfully human, fleeing ease and flow

I recall—

Much laughter in the height of the morning

3am, hearts soaring

Recalling dreams of tomorrow

Though it’s actions turned sour

A hidden place inside of me

Stories never ventured, still unseen

You see…I remember you

The thrills of diving to the deepest end

Pulling me back to my waters ocean

Liquid desire tracing back to the Source

A sure testament of love as a compelling, mystique force

I recall, infinite stories of who we’d wish to be

Becoming all that God meant for me

Perhaps trading in another,

to reignite my own energy

Yes…you gave me a wonderful gift

The gift of remembering me

I remember me.

———

I guess love is never truly lost

Never taken or held behind

A finite fire smothered on a summers night

Illuminating the path to witness the stars shine

Gazing above, the heavens hanging on the edge of time

Reminding that it’s presence has always been alive

Time has taught me time and time again

Human love is only for the purpose of true remembrance

———

I saw God’s face

He smiled softly

Drove me deeper into the cold waters that met me

Cleansed grime and smut from clouded soul

Embracing insecurities and wounds of old

Salt stitching each layer of raw skin

Purging the cloud of sin from within

Loss and doubt that arose in a lack of faith

I’m happy that our imperfect love led me back to God’s face

Thank you

For leaving this memory of you.

Dissolving Illusions— A Process of Psychological Deprogramming

Fraught with fear, each of us has been the victim of deep programming that has taken place over the course of millennia. With our descent into this earthly plane, we have been sold this story of illusion where we were stripped of divine nature and placed into a universe that was somehow separate from us. Never mind that we contain all of the stuff that the universe is created from, no—we were sold this story of separation, creating disillusionment and amnesia of who we truly are.

Are you ready for remembrance?

Over the course of the past three years, I’ve been diving deeper into the spirituality of my native peoples. My forefathers and foremothers knew of no belief that created division but only of the One true Creator from which all of Creation derives. This Creator could be found mirrored in all of creation, as the patterns in trees modeled the pattern in human anatomy, veins coursing through taut skin make from earths dirt like roots running in the core of Gaia. A mirror of all of creation, reflections posing back up to the Creator. This spirituality forgotten the longer we stayed on this earthly plane and began to create the illusion of separateness through category, different symbols, language, culture and of course, race.

At the core of it all, we are all one, each seeking a place to call home. In their disillusionment, many may search for home in a place, a country, a temple or even a persons arms. Search we may, the answer is certain. As we continue to have this communal experience with everything in nature speaking back to us, our home is and has always been in the One from which we were never separate. In the One whom exists when all ceases to endure, when play ceases to continue and the curtains close. The witness, ever present and ever knowing.

The deprogramming is dissolving the illusion of separation created by egoic chains. The ego wishes to create this illusion of separateness to maintain the arrogant story of self-importance. In truth, we are important because we are One, not separate into fractal pieces each fighting for selfish power and domination. The infinite connection is a birthright known by our ancestors, a hidden truth they’d fought to understand. The true seeker understand that there is no truth to be sought. It has always been within, waiting to be recognized.

And so it has always been. We are here. We are whole. We are one.

In Stillness with The One

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At times–

I’m not sure how I get there,

Unsure of where I end

Or where He begins

I just know that He lies inside

Waiting to be discovered

In truth: He is a part of me

And I, derived from Him

There is no separation–

There is no loss

In the midst of quiet

Or as the birds continue chirping,

the rustling of the wind through leaves,

tree’s that sustain my being

I breathe in heavens air

Attaining the smallest taste of The One

Filled with awe and amazement–

My ego is stunned, only able to whisper

“I know. I worship. I love,

Know. Worship. Love

Knowing. Worshiping. Love”

God. The One. The Truth.

That moment when I settle into my being

And my heart is filled to its contents

My eyes, wet with tears

Filled with ease, joy, and love

All I can taste on the flesh of my lips

The One. The One. The One.

At times

I swear… I’m astounded that I’m allowed to get here

When I’m not sure where I end

Or where He begins

All I know;

All I worship;

All I love;

The One–

For in you is where I find my remembrance

The Seekers Journey

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There is much beauty in this world

The clear, blue sky, clouds as they assemble-

stars & connecting constellations

Yet, my heart can’t help but ponder

“Who is the Master of it all?”

We’ve searched for eons

Destroying cities, dissecting books

Gazing into the eyes of suitors, coming up with no answers

We search and search

Until we abandon our quest

And the meaning escapes us

Frustrated with longing,

now cheated into a deep stupor

We were created to be adaptable

To endure,

To grow and build our tolerance,

And comprehend that time is fleeting

Understand that suffering is a choice

And, ultimately, peace is our goal

We are finite

Malleable

Constantly changing

But the one thing has never changed

Across time, space and dimensions

Amidst the rustling of our souls, restless

Eager to get back home

Weary of enduring the fog

Of being a character in this video game

With faith and timidity, she inquires

“Where is purification?”

“Where is rest?”

“We need ease and relief…its all we’ve been yearning for”

As time passes and the search endures

The seeker gains insight into what she has been hunting

The answers which she seeks lie in hearts endowed with purity

For remembrance is and will always be our home

So purge yourself of illusions

Delusions, doubt

Lies and deceit

Then fly up to the heavens

Our home, the beginning, and the end-

Our divine birthright