An response to the 10th Chapter in Richard Bach's Book ONE

Showing up and seeing the world turn
into sparkling images of light
we danced, we sang
we played in the game,
and the only time I felt stuck
is when I tried to stay to the rules
What the F***
The wisdom is in the creativity,
mindless offerings
of Spontaneous
creative puss
oozing out of our every breath
walking step by step
let please let
us out of any box to show us how,
so we can see the light
our own way
through the creations that come today
tomorrow and yesterday
I am the light
I am wisdom
and the truth
I hold true
is because of
all of you/it
it is the light I see in the space
between thought
insanity
to actually think
one could teach me
The Spiritual Teacher
lives inside of me
and outside there are
posts, reminders
an time and time again
they are set as blinders really
confusion is only a thinking mind
peace is a watchful one
once I read, my mind starts to feed
and the space in which spirituality breeds
is overcome by conceptual need.

Witness this
witness this
witness this

I am only hear as a facilitator of space
like a womb of comfort
your realities shall be realized
recognized and ripped wide open
so the pages of your heart
will turn into volume
encyclopedias
but
before anyone can read your truth
you will set us free by burning them,
saving us from a new religion!!!

Hands Full - Growth Stunted

One of those wonderful phases of of life has dawned in which there is too much to do and what seems like so little time!!!! I love it how my mind can make sense of doing nothing instead of taking just a short step at doing a little bit of something. Self-loathing comes into play as I dance through the algorithms of my head, pondering what it would be like if I had been studying these guitar rifts for the last 10 years, instead of always starting my practice and then stopping as something easily takes precedence, like eating or talking!!! The realization of practice makes us better has settled into my system and is harking upon me like a virus, as I meddle in the mud of delusion, thinking I am going to wake up one morning and just be "that good." Then comes in that funny little voice that wants to just throw it all away because the pain of slowly growing into greatness is far to out of reach then the short term bliss of masturbation or indulgent, sugar filled chocolate, one in the same I believe. Now, I know I have reached a point in my life where I know that the work I put into my daily existence and the discipline that I retain is going to make me the musician and teacher that I am supposed to be, but, that little boyhood pattern of wanting everything to come easy is fighting it's way fearlessly in my day to day life at this time. The Cries of Life are pouring out like a river!!! Our patterns, at times, can be even more of a handicap then pure handicap itself. That pain of knowing you can do it, but selfishly talking yourself out of it brings the weight of worlds on my back!!!!! THE TIME IS NOW!!!

Boiling Up!!! - A Poem

Something festers in the space
Time Wasted on thoughts interlaced
Wandering Senses Searching for a place
Sparking a line of scarcity
inventing perversions of safety
remarkable visions of trembling
sleeping in a bed of sweat
with tears eroding canals under my eyes
I'm tired
withered
battered by a pattern
whether it's the weather or not
time stops
but flickers in my mind
like a hammer to the head
holding on for something more
releasing all control
I lie here on this bed of sweat
tossing and turning
in the fears of humanity
Who's going to love me?!
Who's Going to help?!
Fueling utter insanity
This town is penetrating
patterns of an inner child
screaming out for love,
now!
and finding it.............
in the very core of Existence!!!
Who Would have known????
We all do ....... if we chose to SEE!