Cool Whispering Winds..

Cool whispering winds  are blessing our day
Singing of winter and preparing its way
Soon it'll be frosty and so cold to the bone
Autumn leaves are falling; the geese have all flown.

Such a cool crispness speaks when we walk
The leaves have all fallen and are starting to  talk
They tell of their story and create some cool rhyme:
"walk with us our history and share with us your time"

Squirrels are all scampering and  searching about
"Seeds for the winter, and nuts" they all shout
Busy as the beavers and quicker than the bees
These furry little creatures are racing the breeze..

All of the universe and yes: you and me
Are preparing for the weather  we're waiting to see
Out with the skimpies and on with the wool
Away till the next time, our storage is now full..

Terrifying, trying moments, when I was just a little child

Oh,those recurring memories, the painfulness of it all:
Remembering all those moments those times when I was small
Terrifying trying moments when I was just a little child
Shielding myself from the abuser: her angry-ness gone wild

It didn't seem to matter that my hands were small and frail
Her lashes knew no mercy and her outbursts would prevail
The least bit sign of upset and I'd be on the  floor
The recipient of her outbursts  till I could take no more...

Day by day this would happen and I would keep it all inside
Though my siblings chose to run and tell the world outside
Something inside me quivered and I'd silence myself in shame
I became the silent sufferer submerged beneath her  flame...

It's hard to take the welcome, the outreach or the hug
Without seeing the floor below me, the memories of the rug
So often the hands that touched me would tear my lips and skin
And it's  only the grace of God that has opened me up again..

Let it out

I know you have been broken
and carry a million different
painful memories inside
You have been wounded:
ever since you were a little child
you have wanted to run and hide
The monsters are gone now
but you are still needing to feel
you have that enormous safety net
Only the demon spirits of the yesterdays
are continuing to attack you
and wont let you forget

You have all of your needed weapons
and they are so buried deep down
inside of your being
They can assist you
in the removal of all of those flashbacks
that you have to keep on seeing
I am so sorry that
you have had to go through that stuff
when you were just a child so small
But I know that you are so special
and you have come out of it all
so much better than them all

So, now, if you are needing to be alone
and have the need to let out all
of those stored up tears
Do so now, my dear one and know that
that outpouring will be so much healing
for all of those painful years
You will be rejuvenated and re-elevated
by those flowing rivers
from deep down inside of you
Let out all of those heartaches,
those memories and those broken pieces
that keep on peeking through..

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Keep hoping...

Although you may be feeling  like you've been so utterly broken
And that no one is ever listening to the words that you have spoken
Know that you will not always be taken up with or feeling this  way
Because there's  something more for you: something much brighter
             coming your way

I know this for sure because I have also felt this way before
I have felt stomped on, beaten down and pushed out the door
There were times that I prayed:  "Lord just help me make it through the day"
And then found myself weeping because I couldn't seem to find my way

Oh the world can be so cruel, so heartless, and so very awfully untrue
But there is an army of good beings that are ready to reach out to you
Focus not on those negative nonsensers who will  push you so quickly away
But rather on those who will be your encouragers
                  and your constant light of day.

Keep hoping ..you are loved..

A million voices from far and near

The wind is blowing strongly today
And in it's breezes that pass  my way:
A million voices from far and near
Shout and whisper: oh, can't you hear?

"There is some laughter and  some joy
I can also hear a girl and a boy
Some are crying and some are not
Some are freezing and some are hot.."

It carries the nations; carries the sea
It touches and hovers all over me
Without an  openness: the ear inside
The wind it's blowing but stays outside

The chimes, they're echoing with its touch
But the soul inside can hear so much
For the wind, it's carrying the atmosphere
Of all the world for  the world to hear

O Marysville

O Marysville your tears are in my eyes
Your hurt's  behind  my sighs
The Heavenly choir, it cries
Clouds weep up in the skies

O Marysville young ones crouch in fear
An array of shots they hear
Such a painful atmosphere
You sorrowing is all in here..

O Marysville how painful is this day
Young lives were taken away
What words are there to say
A red river runs your way

NAMI Durham is a place where you're always invited

Have you ever been worried or ever been struggling?

Are doubts and uncertainties continuously doubling?

Do moments of enlightenment surrender to wondering

Are words from your mouth like the little ones tumbling?

Do you struggle with addictions or bow to the bullying?

Are you looking for friendship or running from the annoying?

Is everything a challenge and do you find life  uninviting..?

Perhaps you are just needing some inner igniting?

There's people who are caring and people who are loving;

A door that is opened: without pushing or shoving..

An  open opportunity, a gathering of the like minded:

NAMI Durham is a place where you're always invited

The nightly news....

I cannot help but let these tear drops
water my blurry eyes
My spirit and my being, both are wanting,
to touch the majestic skies
Oh the anguish and the heartache
of seeing this world of ours so torn
We are forgetting and we are neglecting
the reason for which we're born.

Bombs are exploding and people are fighting:
the newscast is on overdrive
Oh what do we hope in and what is this madness
and how can we ever survive?
What is the reasoning and what is the intention:
behind the shedding of blood
My heart is all broken up; my knees are all wobbly:
and the oceans are readying to flood

Oh, can you not hear it: the cry of the universe;
how quickly we're destroying her years
This cannot be happening; this cannot be transpiring:
 we're causing her to  break down in tears
How can we continue it. how can we insist it:
 this demolition of the world that we know
If we will ponder it;  if we will listen to it;
we will hear what our spirit's needing to  know...

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As you are

I can see you and I can understand you
and I can accept you as you are
You are precious and you are brilliant
and  you are shining like a star
Yes you are broken and you are imperfect:
 and you have flaws that others see
But you are you and you are becoming;
and you're the best that you can be

Let go of timelines; let go of have to's;
let go of things you're suppose to do
Accept the present; accept the moment
and accept the unfinished part of you
Things will be happening; doors will be opening;
and better news we'll come to hear
But we must be patient and we must be hopeful;
we must be willing to trust what's here

Take time each morning; time time each evening;
 take time to think throughout the day
You are so precious, you are so excellent;
you are the only one who can walk your way
Be truly grateful; be truly humbled
be truly enamored by who you are
There can be no  more comparisons; no more belittling:
you're the only you in near lands and far.

The cry of Kobani

See there the wounded and hear all the crying?
The streets and the cities are laden with dying.
All the world's watching. The war's   escalating..
Terrorists advance while  the helpless are  waiting.

Outnumbered, but valiant, the Kurdish unbending
Fight for a nation: their culture defending
Not just for their country; but, for all of their being
Warriors and children are the same: we are seeing.

Blood curdling cries from the places they've conquered
Islamic extremist wave  their  banners so   awkward
Idleness is the culprit,  in  these grueling  consequences:
How many must die before we cripple their defenses?

Beware of the wolves ...

What is that flowing robe of piety:
that cloak of being good?
Beneath your robe is foolishness:
you love not like you should
You wear the crown of sacredness;
and you boast of the age old way:
While turning away the multitudes
and silencing the brand new day

You smell of the sweetest incensed coals;
 you welcome the title: "divine"
Yet, you're fully aware: you're fooling them all:
those visitors to your shrine
Collecting your securities from  baskets of alms:
you paint this picture of love
While failing to begin to live it at all:
 angels speak of your deception above

There'll come a day when the books will close
and the temples and churches too
We'll see them the wolves in clerical garbs
and wonder about all that they do
Brainwashed for centuries the sheep of the way
will scatter both far and so wide
And ponder the mystery of imprisonment
that their teachers so secretly applied..

Oh, the beautifulness...

Oh the beautiful-ness and the blueness all across the sky
Not a cloud is willing to appear and  the birds serenely fly
There's a calmness and a peacefulness in the atmosphere today
Perhaps because I'm choosing to be the slow one along the way

I can taste the dainty sweetness in the wind that's touching my cheek
The purity of the breezes is what is challenging me not to speak
To be still inside of the frenzy and to be quiet inside the noise
Is what's allowing me to hear the echoes from the tiny violet's voice.

Oh to notice the things unnoticeable and to hear what others can't hear
It's required to be the silent one in the rush of the atmosphere
It's necessary to become the invisible, to become the stillness inside
To touch the mystery of invisible-ness that escapes the world outside.

Reach out for the Forever-ness

Look at all the greenery that's stretching toward the sky
Sweetly it is singing its quiet melodies for you and I
Whispering sounds of breezes are serenading the trees
Telling us of another world that the angelic being sees

Touching upon the universe and sighing inside its core
The spirit of the Eternal One encourages something more:
Something beyond our reasoning and something beyond our sight
The Heavens are holding a spot for us as we are becoming Its Light

The world is full of frightening things: these will come and go
But the Infinite-ness of Eternity will continue with us below
The heartaches and the challenges; the foolishness of the run
Will halt before  the Eternal-ness of the Ever All Seeing One..

There's a brokenness and an injury

There's a brokenness and an injury
that is crying out to all
It's coming to us from the nations
and from the many towns so small
It's challenging us from our comfortable-ness
and beckoning us to see
That it isn't so right to remain aloof
when there is so much tragedy...

I know peacefulness is honorable
and silence has its days
But words unspoken in some times
can be inviting lawless ways
We have to become the warriors.
the activists and the peace
But each one will have their moments
and none of these are the least

Choosing an action for the happening
and rising up to meet the need
Will show the world a selflessness
and drop down the silent seed
There isn't much need for boastfulness
for billboards or for wars
But there's always a need for a giftedness
and a  kindness such as yours...

The storm of the day

The storm clouds were singing:  they created a song
Loud were their soundings and their melody was long
Shaking and shouting they shook up the earth
Soaking rains provided streams of rebirth

The winds they were howling and were carrying a tune
That seemed to be peaceful but echoed some doom
We as the witnesses saw all of nature's display
The weather kept changing; oh what can I say.

The leaves they were blowing and  trees took a bow
The earth and her elements were being disrupted some how
Twas the storm of the moment and the storm of the day
It would leave us with memories and  shake up our way

From the moment of our conception

Each one of us is a living temple
of the Greatest Being  Divine
We carry inside us precious cargo
and gems that will make us shine
No one can ever consider us
to be someone small or  less
Than the One Who's moving within us
and giving us our being-ness

Yes our mortality is so certain
and is giving us our frailties so true
But the Immortal and the Eternal
is giving us an Infinity that will renew
Our being and  our livelihood
and our totality that's inside
We are always in the act of becoming;
 this reality we cannot hide.

To the world we are always being sent out
with a mission that is so unique
It's not something we have ever asked for;
it's not something that we can seek
For from the moment of our conception
and from the moment we came to be
We were marked with our own calling
and our particular destiny

Transformation

Enter into the peaceful silence
the deep and the abiding silence
Let everything that is unspoken
be within your quiet presence
Be quiet and be so  inactive..
be still and so unadventurous
The spirit within you is wanting
to do something for you so miraculous

Just for some unblemished moments
and for some untainted seconds
Let the world that is around you
become a stranger to your nerves and tendons
Inhale all of this peacefulness,
these molecules of unmeasured stillness
Let the immensity of this sweet occurrence
protect you from every illness

Breathe out all that toxicity
all of that woundedness and false humility
Let out those creepy crawlies
that would strangle away  your peaceful serenity.
It is the moment of innermost renewal
and the moment of spiritual cleansing
When everything has transpired
you'll be for others and self a blessing

Thank you God for my life

Who will be stopping them?

I tasted the tears of the universe who's calling...
Torrents of anguish in every raindrop that's falling
How can I soothe her or how can I release her
So much is  happening, she's  feeling so insecure.

A nation is weeping over the bloodshed and dying
How can we stop it:  this evilness multiplying
Why are we just watching : this massacre of  innocents?
Hear in the atmosphere the growling and wickedness?

What are we becoming and what it we are allowing
A rising up of lawlessness, we can see all  of their following
Ruthless men of religion with murdering as a mission
Who will be stopping them:  this heartless radical division?

The ecstasy

A quiet stretch of blue is filling up the morning sky
Silent sounds of plantlets are challenging you and  I
All the world's awakening, creation's starting to sing
Our earth is truly beautiful in spite of everything.

Shades of greens and graying are silhouetting trees
Browns and boasting beiges are highlighting the busy bees
All the created world is colorful and captivating as can be
Who can consider the universe and escape her  ecstasy

Take a moment and a few seconds: breathe in the atmosphere
Allow your soul to be absent from the things you already hear
Be open to all of the mysteries,  so invisible to our eyes
Reach out and touch the elements and the Creator of the skies..

Every day is a new day, a new chance, a new version of beginning...

Every day is a new day, a new chance,
a new version of beginning
We can always find a new hope  a new happiness
a new way of.. winning..
Reach out to them: these hours, these moments;
these molecules: evaporating
Let go of them: those negativities, those shadows..
those thoughts so exasperating..

Yes you have felt them and lived them:
these monsters of the past moment
But now you're a free being, a free spirit
and a free resident of this planet
So disperse them: these memories, these phantoms,
these  menacing voices
You don't have to be their victim, their cripple,
their person without  choices

Your scars are your new trophies,
that are shouting out from their hidden places
They are the echoing of your  departure,
from those dark times and dark spaces
Your history's been your trainer, your companion,
your holder of  secrets
Now it's  your emblem, your victory
your dethroning of that world of nonsense..

Before there is ever a hustle and bustle

Oh the harmony and the peacefulness
we see at the break of day
Before there is ever a hustle and bustle ;
serenity  has a way
Of inviting us all away from that stuff
that makes us move and move
Taking the moment to invite us all:
the morning  begins to soothe..

Yes there is, in life, so many things:
so many things that we have to  do
But nothing is ever accomplished well;
 if it we go in hurrying: it is true..
The speed of calm is more capable of producing
than that of the hurried way
So why don't we stop and breathe some more;
it'll improve the quality of our day

We become so caught up in the  whirlwind of they
and all that they're trying to do
That we forget that we are also individual souls
with our own needs and timing: it's true
We can surely be working together for something
and be pursuing together a common good
But we're  also needing to step apart
and take care of ourselves as we should..

Hear you the sacredness, the secrets, the telling?

Slowly emerging and creeping across the horizon
Dawn is announcing that she'll soon be arriving
With colors so golden so warm in their appearance
She'll soothe every spirit providing her clearance.

Calm gentle voices are humming through breezes
Touching each being: the cold heart unfreezes
Carrying an energy: the sweetest of all releases
Notice inside you: the peacefulness increases..?

Mysterious the murmurings the soundings the echoing
Springing from this silence that is eruptive and swelling
Hear you the sacredness, the secrets and the telling?
All of the created world is alive with The Indwelling

All the world is crippled...

I hear the quiet whispers of every struggling soul
Crying out in anguish trying to reach their goal
Separated from their homeland scrounging through the earth
All the world is crippled: in need of a rebirth

In this world of plenty and of the millionaire
The angels all are blushing; greed is in the air.
Without the flash of cameras or the headline news
How many of the wealthy would buy the poor man shoes?

It isn't second nature to care for those in need
We haven't the sense of oneness that inspires the kindly deed
The schools and propaganda teach us how to get ahead
But nothing ever prepares us for selflessness instead..

Watching changes helplessly

Storms are shaking up the way
Lightning flashes bright as day
Frightening phantoms of the night
Bringing memories painful sight.

Watching changes helplessly
Wars and rumors: tragedy
People running,, without  home
Deadly illnesses strike and roam..

Who is safe where there is war
People fighting.. peace no more
Prayer is needed: God is too
We have forgotten Him this is true...

Truth is...

I'm sitting here in the silence before the start up of the day
I can hear the birds a-chirping and they have so much to say
So many different melodies and so many soundings from the trees...
How many are the secrets that are carried  through the breeze

Countless flowing molecules are moving in and through our air
Invisible signs of providence and of an everlasting care
How magnificent is the Omnipotent One, who watches us from Above
He blows into our nothingness and creates everything out of love..

If we could count the instances that we felt we were all alone
We'd   find the supporting arms of One who has created us on His Own
Not for any tiny second of time or any moment, however brief or long
Would the Omnipotent release us from His care..
                         It  is what keeps us strong