Beliefs have proclivity to self-confirm;
we propagate the thoughts we affirm.
Not just any flights of fancy mind you,
but that which we deeply hold as true.
“No one deserves my unique wonder”
may truly be “unlovable” hiding under.
Real shadow work may serve us well;
the antidote to a self-maintained hell.
Friendship is antithesis to service by lip;
the friend valued above the relationship.
A wholehearted aim for each to be free,
by illuminating blind spots we don’t see.
“Tell me truth, but only the way I want it”
is for such a communion utmostly unfit.
If we realize what is ultimately our best,
we may meet life in a way truly blessed.
Feelings are of mind, emotions by the heart;
ever seeking each other, yet strangely apart.
If the energies in motion aren’t properly felt,
how can these companions creatively melt?
Likewise with happiness ungrounded in joy;
an endeavour made from a disastrous ploy.
The dance between conveyed and received,
determining every manifestation conceived.
In a time of deciet easy yields no ease;
false comfort provides no inner peace.
The solace must be of a different kind:
the awakening of a true warrior’s mind.
Courage to defy a sanity fog so dense;
Serenity to meet Life beyond pretense.
Truth is unyieldingly at war with the lie,
and thus the true devotees live and die.
What if that for which a heart bleeds,
and our very dearly held creeds,
diverge from where the Truth leads?
If we run too far in a single direction,
ever further from introspection,
may we remain open for correction?
If the lens which we see life through,
is a belief as rigid as dried glue,
shall we still recognise what is true?
For how long can we refuse to learn,
and discard our care to discern,
before reaching a point of no return?
Asking for Truth is to request real eyes,
unveiling even the most wonderful lies.
To surrender something believed dear;
a trial to overcome one’s greatest fear.
Convergence of reality and perception;
an informed interception of deception.
And so end pretense with persistence,
embracing the raw grace of existence.
To dismiss what we don’t comprehend,
is a path to our growth’s immature end.
An error we should so diligently correct;
failure to do so may be a grand neglect.
Quest-ion, im-plore yourself to ex-plore;
the journey asks of us to open the door.
As be-coming is an ongoing unwinding,
each is integral for what we are finding.
Where our beliefs will not let the mind go,
there true imagination cannot either flow.
As the Natives couldn’t see the big ships,
the invaders had their perception eclipse.
Intimate with travel and conquering feats,
yet estranged to our Mother’s heart beats.
With Ancestors alike their New World kin,
still what they saw was a world full of sin.
And as it had befallen their people before,
they lay waste to those beyond the shore.
Thus yet another great Paradise was lost;
the rejection of Nature has a terrible cost.
Continuity with a price increasingly steep;
the Old World wound is ancient and deep.
Our innate spirituality violently up-rooted,
with intuition & conscience all but muted.
The broken always seek a reality remake;
to be whole again, or for all else to break.
And now, that choice falls on us to make;
past guilt and blame, for everyone’s sake.
Even if the dissociation is a mastered art,
we are still all Native in body and at heart.
With aversion to introspection at large,
no wonder the crazy energy discharge.
Ever some point-less thing to be done;
a disfavour to ourselves and everyone.
“Anything and everything to pass time,
if only the company I keep is not mine”
While maintaining such deep dis-ease,
can we really manifest the true peace?
Behind and beyond every shore,
a story that is mine and your:
Primal in all ancient lore,
exististing evermore;
a wide open door
direct to Core.
What we long for
is the way to restore
what our hearts implore:
Courage to Life truly explore.
The invitation to profundly soar!
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