Phases of the Moon: Day Twenty-Six.

Teach Me To Be Simple
“Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.” -Friedrich Schiller

I’m not trying to be a martyr.
I’m trying to be myself.
I feel the weight of this world…
It’s duality and projection and
Reflections of chaos and confusion
…And I’m just trying to be me.

But I feel the burden of the bees
I feel the burden of the workers
Trying to maintain comfort
Catering and offering catharsis to the queen.
I feel the burden of our connections
Our karmas, our time in timelessness-
I feel things most cannot see.

A part of me wishes it all away
I wish not to be.
But that is my ego
Trying to hold on to the me
It’s the ego experiencing
That none of this is actually free.

Spirit knows none of “this” Real.
What’s Real is YOU and ME.
The bees teach us to just BE…
To breathe and to live simply.
Still…the complexity has be
Come disjointed and over
Whelming, unfortunately.

The depths of our souls
They tell us who we are
And yet many rely on sense.
Somehow my senses tell me
That everything is
Simply a dream.

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Yet another old poem, called Teach Me To Be Simple, for this Moon Series. Almost at the end here. True beginnings of “new” are approaching. So. Much. Work. Happy endings to you. May they bring you new freedom + joy!

July 18th, 2017.

Phases of the Moon: Day Twenty-Five.

NYC - Manhattan

Why do we try to heal ourselves
Before we see the healer?

Afraid of our own weaknesses
Dare not let pride wane.

Fearful the makeshift masks will bleed
Dry pure, wash off, be plain.

Why do we try to prepare for our healing
Before we see the healer?

Contorted control of what needs to be wild
Comforted vaguely by the feigned.

Wanting to please, to be seen for our good
While cauterizing the needle with the vein.

Why do we fear the change from healing
Before we see the healer?

Scars from experience remind us of our own memories
All we can do is focus on being sane.

The shovel is waiting in its own image
Where all we can sense is the way out of pain.

Why don’t we just dabble with healing
Because the healer is nothing to fear?

The regal lion says it will fuck you up
As a proud Leo, I know my own mane.

The regal lion too sees with a keen eye
He clearly has no desire to reign.

Why don’t we use our own courage as medicine
Because the healer can only do so much?

Commitment phobic to anything but adventure
Climbing pyroclastic peaks in the rain.

Trusting fools and falling blind to faults
Fantasy found its home in vain.

Why don’t we see that we are the healer
Because the healer is a guide on the path?

Something to heal just means there is more road ahead
Streets in the center are always called “Main.”

How beautiful it is that we must go downtown
For that is where we discover our gold to gain.

Old poem called, The Healer. I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS NEW MOON, FULL MOON, NEW MOON SITUATION IN LEO AND/OR AQUARIUS! Working on the next Inklings series, which will be more up your alley. And mine. Been a struggle to do this series I had such ideas for. Oh well, it is good to try new ideas regardless, right?