God's Playground.

God created the Universe.

God created the mind.
The mind is Gods playground. 

Surrender your mind to God, 

and let the mind,

be God's playground. 

Breathe

Anger haunted me,

like a late night rerun. 

My Mother  was angry,

my Father was angry. 

I was angry. 

Cursed,

with a short fuse.

My sharp,heartless words are 

like a permanent marker,

on a brand new whiteboard. 

I'd explode and then regret. 

I'd explode and then forget. 

Angry at myself and embarrassed,

I would cool down 

but the damage was done.  

Unerasable proof,

of my uncontrollable outrage,

in the eyes before me. 

Like a stain on my favourite shirt,

or a damaged friendship,

a crippled relationship.

Trust broken,

unforgiving, unforgiven. 

I've passed it on. 

I can see it in their eyes,

in their actions 

in their judgements. 

Everything  I haven't handled well,

I can see it in their eyes...

and it hurts. 

I can't take it back

but I can let it go.

I can forgive myself. 

I can repent 

and transform.
Confess 
and move on. 

Now with this new breath. 

I can breathe in the joy, 

that's in 

and around me. 

I can breathe out the guilt,

that's been trying,

to drown me. 

I can breathe out the judgement 

that puts down and damns. 

And I can breathe in this love, 

that accepts all,

that I am. 

Life

If I had only one photo, 

to sum up my life...

Merry Christmas.

The Greatest Gift.

A gift of judgement,
is the most selfish gift we can give,
for it only feeds our negativity. 

The greatest gift,
is one of acceptance.
Listening with ears,
that are acquiescent.
Seeing with the eyes,
of equanimity,
and feeling from a heart,
that's drowned in humility.

          

Father.

Love is all You have.

Love is all you have. 

Love will always remain. 

Love is the pinnacle. 

Love draws us and 

defines us. 

Love is the deciding factor 

in everything. 

Love is you and me,

Love is Thee. 

Surrender.

What feeds you?

Is it good for you,

emotionally, physically, spiritually?

If it's not,

how do you let it go?

Let God. 

That's the power of surrender. 

All we need is faith

and a knowing,

that something greater than us,

than everything, 

is taking care of it. 

Complain

The more we complain,

the more we feel drained. 

The more we exclaim,

of all the good fortune 

that's rained. 

The more we refrain,

from the need to complain. 

A Crimson Haze.

A river of the deepest 

indigo blue,

flows through me. 

A field of stars orbit clockwise,

inside of me. 

The sun rises in a crimson haze, 

within me. 

An unceasing  hum of cicadas hum softly,

a ceaseless

and tireless background,

to it all.