Each man, and each woman is worthy of ascension,

Is worthy of the fulfillment of their dreams.

However, we must want it, strive for it, and work to achieve it.

Let those who would stifle your course, and destroy your compass…

Let those thoughts and those perpetrations be damned.

Nevertheless, let us Love them for their views, and respect them for their fervor,

For in their minds they are just.

Who am I, who are we to determine who is right or wrong?

We can each of us, only determine our own paths with the knowing that is laid before us in the present.

My knowledge as a child was not that of when I became a man.

My knowledge now will not be that of when my tooth lengthens and I become gray.

Opinions will always fall just as the rains,

Frequent and torrential.

It is up to each to weather the rains, and ascend green towers,

To harvest our dreams, to attain our fulfillments,

Yes,

Each of us. 

I am not the one who sent you on your way.
You left of your own volition,

The alcohol,
Pulling upon your strings much stronger than I ever could.

I remember crouching upon the floor
Weeping for you,
Weeping for us.

But Knowing,
That little voice inside my head saying,
“All will be OK, all is well.”

I reeled in self pity,
I reeled in dreams and thoughts of playing in traffic…

I crumbled neath the weight of it all…

But I rose, like a flower in spring,
refreshed, renewed, stronger than the year before.

I healed and forgot, somewhat…
No,

I am not the man you left behind.
I am the man that you never should have had.

I am the man with a heart that could have been yours forever,
That would have died for you.

But now,
You are just a wisp of a memory,
The fleeting stench of odor.

I am not the man that you left behind,
A life full of blessings has blown in,
And cleared the memory, the pain of,
You.

Farewell and blessings,
May you find your healing,

May you find your sobriety,
May you find your serenity,

It did not lie with me,
And never will,

Farewell to one I once loved
But nevermore.

Farewell.
 

FROM MY PODCAST SERIES: fREEDOM

Windless Moons

“Free will” is the downfall of man.
When left to our own devices, we screw the proverbial pooch every time.
We adhere to our subjective truths, and function in a predominant world of “Micro” thinking. Each individual is responsible for the existence of evil and injustice in the world. To what extent they are, derives from ones ability to say no to it.

Seldom do we cleave to, and embrace the “Macro”; the larger view, to be more like God,
to follow a more spiritual path. Aye, therein lies the challenge,
therein lies the salvation, to transcend ourselves, and become one with God.

Perseverance in the eye of ourselves, meaning even though we know we are mere and weak mortals; the attempt to transcend that malady should never wane.
We should never surrender in gaining our footing to higher paths.

Why then, do so many of us survive in this “Micro world?”

We are an adaptive species. Our peers insist that we fall in line, and keep pace with this societal march down its dark roads of self-absorption, greed, and hate. Like large, two legged lemmings, stampeding towards an open abyss of self-import, and a pre-pubescent need for acceptance. Like children, we struggle to understand.

But then again, let us surmise that “Free will” is a tool. That it is our ability to use this “Free will” to reason, to learn and make informed choices of whom and what we are.

That by exercising it, we are slowly brought to the “Macro”, albeit through fits and starts,

Replete with mistakes and emotional pains and regrets. That through the grace and wisdom of our higher powers, we come full circle to our beginnings, and we are privileged to reflect upon them.

Is Man not meant to transcend this human condition? Are we left then to suffer from our mistakes and continue to repeat them? I think we are destined to journey, we are destined to learn and grow, and attempt to transcend to a higher path that may, for our purposes only exist beyond the grave.

The effort and that which becomes known, our inherent abilities as human beings to discern right from wrong. The question that I have always posed to myself, do I have the strength and the fortitude to travel in a world where the Micro rules and the Macro is worshipped, and dreamt about only on Sunday afternoons? The answer is “Yes”, I have survived the ashes, and I have found peaceful, reflective insight. That each day is a blessing, filled with the gifts of God.

    I Hypocrite 

I lie to myself,
when I say I am not a hypocrite.

We are all stricken.

I have two faces.
My idealistic and my earthbound.

Convictions do not always convey themselves through actions.
Yes, I lie, I am a hypocrite.

Too weak minded to truly ascend the ladder,
and greet them, these convictions with open arms.

A poet’s opinion regarding the soul  Nature is not man’s enemy, but it could care less about our demise or survival.Nature is a constant, in spite of our deaths life rolls on un-abated. We are but a universal flash in the pan. The universe is the environment of man and beast. It is where life’s successes and failures play out on the cosmic stage.  To be human means to be mortal. Yes, a simple truth. What then becomes of the soul and, what is the soul? Our thoughts, our intellect are the essence of the soul. Those things that we have learned in life measure our depths.  Our mentalities will not be different from what they are now, save for our transcendence to perfect understanding. Our questions will be answered. Only then will we be able to throw off our preconceived ideas of the after life and glory. That change of state from the physical to the spiritual will reveal to us the true essence of our souls.  What we do in this life; these self-perpetrated chains that we bind ourselves in, have nothing to do with our souls. They have everything to do with our worldliness and the misguided, selfish emotions that we all cleave to and for. The soul is the core of our existence. It is truly what we are and what we will ultimately become.  Physical life blinds us to this simple concept. The dull haze of a chaotic world allows us only to view and be conscious of those happenings below the clouds. It is only when we break free of these chains, that we will truly understand ourselves and understand the motives of God.  Our physical deaths are a given, the inevitable. Our souls are constant, and unmistakable. When that moment arrives, when we shed these coils of skin and bone,We graduate to another stage, a more permanent classroom where the learning and insight will be much more enlightening than that of mere man and his didactic ramblings and theoretical musings.  The acts of the body have nothing to do with the soul. For the soul is pure, the acts; those perpetrated in life are riddled with mistakes and ignorance; and it is those acts that will be thrown away, and forgotten. In addition, it will be the soul forgiven and washed clean. It is that, that will transcend the dark clouds of this earth and rise to a brighter day of insight and forgiveness. However, the physical life in itself is a gift from God. We walk this path for a short time. This physical world is our primer, our preparation for better things to come. We are tested and baptized in the fires of ignorance, and from the ashes, we will rise to a clearer realization of whom and what we are truly meant to be.  This cocoon earth our birthplace of the physical and our transcendence to the spiritual.We who walk the earth have yet to bloom in the light of Gods gifts and grace.However, in time, we shall.