Poem

Inspiration

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I sense an inspiration
Fire and river
It is all a part
of you and of me

Life is a living dream
Life is wild
Yes, life is a party
That is true

Still, this blood runs deep
The voice of inspiration,
more of a whisper,
than a thunder loud

This sense of inspiration,
is a call from the river within
It finds its strength
from all forces unified

So, life is a party, yes
Yet, it is also a call
Life is meant to be lived,
by the tall and the small

In the end,
what really mattered,
was not the idea or the image,
the fame or the show,
but a faithful trust in this flow

Table’s Hall

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Sitting at the round table
Sharing poems, stories and dreams
In the moment,
faces and smiles ablaze

Around this table together
Leaning into each other
Listening deeply,
joy and laughter flowing

Hearts speaking, souls sharing
Living a dream,
yet this presence, is real
Amazement, excitement to feel

Salamanders burning
Table’s now turning
Releasing deepest yearning
Oh, lives untold, glory to behold

Tales of revelation
We are here to be known
Dancing freely now,
around a luminous table of tables

Wild and alive we are
Ready for another journey
Later we’ll sit down to tell our tales
Now, on hearing the call,
Let’s leave this old table’s hall

 

Living

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It’s not a teaching
Definitely not,
a preaching
Really, it’s all,
about a living
Words,
can’t help you,
unless they grow,
from within

So get on with it,
start living,
and know,
you’ll find,
YOUR way
Then,
you’ll know,
your teaching,
and forget about,
the preaching,

Now you see,
like an eye healed,
from blindness,
a body healed, 
from paralysis,
all it is about:
You do your living,
and the rest,
is a becoming,
where you belong

Hide

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Now I want to hide
To find refuge within
Away from words and ideas
Away from creed and certainty

I am even tired of myself
Too much out there
Not enough in here
Help me, because I have sinned

I chose image over truth
Now having seen my image,
I find I am done
I am coming home

Into myself, a place,
not crowded by words and deeds
Yet, a wide, deep, open space of You
Let me hide here, until,
You, are all there is

Old Fart

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Hey you
Tired of your show
Words, words, words
Smells like an old fart

Now, tell me what you truly know
About life, pain and joy
You don’t need to set your self apart
To be above bar
Just be who you really are

Then, let’s walk into a life we share
Be with it, and not without
Ready are you now?
Nothing left to show?
Let’s go

Inner Beloved

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Here you are again
Nothing more to hide
Everything is out there, anyway
I am glad you are here, my friend

It is what it is
You know the truth
Yet,  here you are again
There is still love, my friend

Never truly gone
Not even now, at the end
End of the darkest night
Here you are again, my friend

Ready to be surprised
Ready to be found
Ready to be received
Ready to be healed

This is the day
Yes, this, is, the day
It broke through
You, broke through, my friend

Love is stronger than death
It is here
At the end of the line
Love is here, my friend

Taking a hold of your heart
Healing what ripped you apart
You know pain
You will know, love, my friend…

…and you will be free

Crossing

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Crossing the bridge
A heart selfishly twisted
Yet equally gifted
Now I know

Need to remember
Yet leave behind
To rise again
Made new

What to be
What to give
From this day on

Oh, Creator of all
To you I pray
To you I call
Lift me up, I fall

Hunger for wisdom
From the darkest den
Full of questions
Curiosity, my friend

Want to be
Want to give
Crossing to live

Clown

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A roar of rage within yourself
Explodes and bursts forth like a volcano
All headless and out of control
Takes its toll on others and yourself
All so out of proportions
A shameful thing it is
Breaks you down
It hurts to embrace the clown

This clown is a life you have known
In trying to find love and joy,
you have played this joker
Becoming a character offered mocking
In hiding this great pain within,
you had been cheated of early joy in life

Now when others cheat you of your right,
your anger great and wild, shows its might
Smaller things may get it going,
but now you see it in your knowing
This clown, was sad, longing for love
It drove you far and gone
Finally, you are about to sing a new song

Gifted with knowledge of this anger’s might,
it will help you escape its blow,
when left without your right
Now turn the angry burning upside down and crash it onto the stone
In the cracking of this clown let newfound joy rise from bone

Hold

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You just felt overwhelmed
Did not know how to cope
or how to survive, this time
You feared the crash,
you feared the burn,
felt the dread for the place of terror

You wondered what to do
To put everything on hold,
or as a wise man said,
to hold everything

That was the choice you practiced
It was not very easy
nor simple at all, yet,
it was what you needed to learn
It was another chance to learn how,
to truly hold everything,
and let go, before you could live anew