Being human,
we are gifted with minds
big enough to dream
of our own freedom,
or our own captivity.

And it is our gift,
and our curse,
to live what we dream.

We came from Spirit,
and we will return to Spirit.

And even,
in our brief lives,
when our minds may drift
into forgetfulness,
we are Spirit still.

Until, in a moment of seeing,
the light of remembrance
pierces through our darkness,
And we are already,
always
Home.

Our best teachers
Are those who remind us
of what is best in ourselves,
and point the way
to our path back home.

Life moves on.

We either move with it,
or tumble
in its wake.

All our lives,
we woo ourselves,
and, sometimes,
even fuck ourselves,
for better
or for worse.

Until,
impregnated,
we are sometimes reborn
through our own wombs.

I arrange
a melange
of muskellunge,
lest a change
may impinge,
expunge,
or rearrange
my fringe,
my strange,
deranged
blancmange!

My pain is not special;
it’s the same
as everyone’s.

My joy is not mine to keep;
it is everyone’s as well.

I am not the owner
of my feelings.

I am but one part
of the Earth’s family,
sharing this experience
of being human.

We do not
HAVE energy;
we ARE energy.

It is our choice,
in each moment,
how we direct it.

Aware
or unconscious,
this is how
we create our lives.

When your ego is broken,
it can be painful news.

Or it can be the freedom
you have longed for.

Ignorance is not
a simple lack of knowledge.

It is an attachment
to a narrow way of thinking,
the unwillingness
to see things differently.

An unexamined thought
  is like a knife in a drawer,
    an unseen weapon
     that can grow
       into poison.

It can slip
  into the soup
    of our consciousness
unnoticed,
  unless,
    in mindfulness,
we recognize
  its bitter taste.

In the light of our awareness,
  the mind is our greatest gift,
    but, when we sleepwalk
     through our own darkness,
       it can be our undoing.