Dish Pit Rhythm

There are beats that flow forth
from the earth they are heard
deep within my being words form
oh yes, it sounds absurd

don't hold back from your heart
little brother you are a god
all I ask is that you think for yourself
and let nobody steal your rod

They will yell they will scream
until it seems that you have broken
trust this word my godly friend
it is in you the truth that's spoken

It will get rough and the frowns can drown
hold your head up, you are the Light
as you lay your weary head for sleep
my love rock solid on through the night

I brush I scrub and spray the dishes
watch my mind wander roads of old
but with each fresh sud I am born anew
I am the greatest story ever told

To Love oneself in the midst of uncertainty
this task has no greater gift
for as the darkness slips and fades
your Light continues to lift

Up from the ashes many a soul
they will come when you are ready
and without questions speak your truth
Little brother its time to rock steady

Release the Peace

Its a dream I am in
like nothing before
the whole world is blowin' up
like a slam from the front door

So Ive got this chance
to speak my little peace
and if you've ears to hear
I bring a moment for release

Time is just projection
relation to the past
we've all been sucked up by it
in a moment gone so fast

And if you have a minute
for a brother from the earth
I can attempt to rearrange
What Ive been looking for since birth

In every ancient text it seems
men have written of the Truth
it appears so harmless and in jest
nobody ever raised a roost

The children of much wiser folk
many roads have piled up
life after life we pray
and still with no such luck

What is this peace we have heard spoken
how can we cross its path
my friends oh loved ones I have spoken
make time, for it will not last

This flame of peace burns through the night
I can only speak from here
when I am afraid or truly lost
to the stillness I draw near

It has no name descriptions short
to philosophize would bring doubt
a place like this it does not grip
nor will it scream and shout

With force and hate the noise tips high
my skin tingles through the bone
we separate and embrace whats "straight"
as the king gently lifts from the throne

Opinions and judgments they will not live
as eternity engulfs my being
like a wounded soldier without a gun
the silence of space I will be seeing

We are bonded from beginning
In the image and the likeness
of a force much greater
than any book can write just,

Sit back, relax and enjoy the show
as the truth runs its course
with no hold to its bow

Its as if I am lost
no name to use for sure but
I will go back to silence
and maintain composure for us

I can aught but express my love
for the little children of man
just surrender all you know
and redirect your plan

"Jimmy Eat World" says we'll all float on
how could I put it better in a poem that's too long

I ask us to break free
escape from the great race
6 billion trying to please their neighbor
all I can see is one true face

Its Love into the core
no weapons or assaults needed
I believe in you my sister
Its ourselves with whom we've cheated

Go ahead and Love yourself
as I have loved you here
spread love throughout your whole being
let your light shine oh so clear.

I am in peaceful communion with myself. I acknowledge my fears, my doubts and my insecurities and thank them for the lessons which they have taught me. The love I hold for myself I hold for you. each and every one of you, as we are whole. We create together. We love together. We are creating Paradise.

Wild Ride

Wow this is a wild ride
question is to run or hide?

The closer we come to eternal bliss
heavier felt the emotional miss

There are no masks, just cold hard truth
but warm is the feeling of spilling juice

A past life surfaces to be settled and done
the heart will guide into the sun

My soul it burns with hurt and shame
to see my love run tears of pain

I love you so, no words to measure
a smile from you is life's greatest pleasure

My promise to you, is truth and growth
in this together was my solid oath

I love you, with all my being. When I am away from you I feel only half of my true self, crying out for my partner. I am able to love myself because of who I am with you. There will always be bumpy roads, of this we can be sure, but you are a beautiful teacher from whom I have so much to learn.

Shedding my skin

The layers fall
as leaves off a tree
my past it seems foreign
this now moment a breeze

Energy runs wild
bunch a bats outta hell
I cannot say when
just this vessel, a shell

Nothing is permanent
no opinions to last

in my reflection a vision
of a man-child so vast

To small to achieve
to grand for block lines
city streets all like train rails
dilemma, feet are both blind

Inside of a boy
just don't feel solid to me
Swear allegiance to nothing
here with nature, so free

Brothers and sisters
so much running around
as our minds keep on trucking
my soul reaches for ground

All the fear I have harbored
such great weight on my heart
is all being lifted
this new life I shall start

I am here in the breeze
I am your tuck in goodnight
I am where there is beauty
I am the wings in your flight

Working together

This is a team effort.

I am not perfect, nor do I have the answers to life's most persistent questions. What I do work to achieve in each moment, is an open heart and a mind that continues to expand. I want to be wrong. I want to be questioned. When I am wrong, I am able to see myself and the emotions that arise from within my box of "me-ness". I inhabit this body but I am only limited by my mind and my body's tendency to store emotions and ideas within the connective tissue that holds "me" together. When I let go and allow my judgments of who I am or what I am to fall away, I inhabit more than my body. I am in the tree, I am in the wind, and I am within you. This is where we connect to one another, in the space that surrounds us, the space that we are so much a part of in each moment.

We are a team. My "performance" or ability to enjoy life causes space to open up. I do not need you to do, say, or be anything other than who you are right NOW. I accept myself in this moment and wish for you to accept yourself. In this space to we connect on a deeper level, one that goes far beyond color or gender or socio-economic status. We are ONE as it has been said because my happiness is connected to yours. If I am not having a good day, I accept myself and allow myself the space to feel crappy, knowing that this too shall pass. If I choose to fake my happiness, to pretend that everything is great, I have shut myself off from the place in which we are all perfect, where we can connect and help each other to brave the unknown, the drama that we call life.

We have to take off our masks. When we wear masks, we think we are saving each other from our own pity party, but this is not the case. We are closing the door to acceptance, patience, and ultimately healing. I promise to practice honesty. This is no walk in the park, because it forces us to be our true selves in each moment. I can tell you though, that life becomes much more fun when we learn to find the comedy in felling crappy. It is going to happen, no matter what we do. This is how we know we are alive. The highs will be high and the lows will be low, but with practice we can learn to stay level and calm even when everything seems to be falling in on us.

Its a funny thing, this life game. I hope you will join me in the space where magic happens.

Hello Fear

It is just fear
there is no truth in it
yet we follow it religiously

Time is money
so false a phrase
I laugh at the god of coin

Time is not reality
play by the rules
the game will own you

Happiness on a different field
there are no competitors
only friends, lovers, children

I have slowed down
the skin hangs from my being
this place seems so familiar

I am no prophet
simply a man
a man living simply

My home within space
connected to all things
the singing bird is in my heart

Hello Fear
we have met before
you are an old friend who teaches

I listen close to your voice
gently letting you fade away
all is well in my heart

New world born
love pours like wine
all are welcomed guests at the birth

sweet girl

damn, shes got my tongue all twisted
a brothers vocab seems too small
i wanna tell this sweet girl somethin'
but my heart beats through the wall

everyday I wake up rested
with her smile right by my side
holy buttons do I got it made
in this love I shall abide

My past lives were wild
and I i've been a fool for sure
but when she talks and walks and laughs
this boy's a puddle on the floor

this moment will fade into the deep
I aught but laugh with time
and as my dream keeps playing out
my light reflects her shine

I love you.

the cloth of all that is

I have a vision
a world not so far away
it can only exist within us
lest we waste away the day

A hello to your neighbor
maybe the brother on the street
the only way to break the veil
is to change the ways we greet

We're in this together
no doubt in my mind
what i think, say and do
affects all of mankind

To sit inside the space
become one's environment
we must observe our little self
through the fear we never quit

Hard to explain this feeling of bliss
one cannot achieve some goal
I pull away from all the noise
Love and light they fill me whole

We are living in a new time
Flames of negativity they will burn out
First we must direct our selves
and let our hearts keep dreaming loud

You and me, we're cut so perfect
from the cloth of all that is
Just aspects of cosmic love and dust
My highest thoughts shall be our kiss.

New Superman

It is a myth as old as time
a man who saves with just his mind
Where is this guy, as the world projects
sadness and sorrow they cannot forget.

I walk the streets alone with my thoughts
a soul in a body at such a loss
to comprehend our fatal blow
leaves room simply for us to grow.

But who will lead a broken people
we have lost our hold in the closest reaches
as we look around and fight ourselves
a silent hero reads from the shelves

Fantasy is the genre of choice
for our living hope, such small a voice
but in her chest beats and organ of love
we shall follow him as Noah did his dove.

Who is this hero, where does he sleep
when will his miracles begin to seep
the consciousness of man is far from ready
while this tiny soldier holds her mind so steady

I fear my words are much to simple
to collect the attention of my brothers and sisters
our hero waits, at a desk they can be found
or during recess, just clowning around.

It is the children who wield the power
to heal our world with a great love shower
as the world unfolds and we stand so lost
those minds we need come at a great cost.

Let them teach us from inside out
of what is true and how to shout
to run and play without a care
I sit down to learn, but do you dare?

I have no idea.
I am the idea, the thought.
Free flowing desire for love and truth
frequently shadowed by doubt.

Fog is lifting, spreading thin
in a world of beauty no room for doubt
I am in space, floating, thinking
so much noise, and yet there is silence.

Answers are overrated
I can only pursue
a moment not captured by time
sifts through the net of perfect

Let things be
label and fall victim to your box
the walls will crumble only with love
sit still and gaze at the sound of stars.

Random Thoughts

Wow. This blog thing is not as easy as it seems, as I sit and stare blankly at the illuminated screen blazing into my eyeballs. What does one even talk about. Often times I feel that unless I have something monumental to say, I shouldn't even speak. Yet here I am babbling on as thoughts turn in my head.

I want to call out to my brothers and sisters who are in college right now, studying hard and making sacrifices so that they may one day achieve success or happiness. I admire you all greatly, knowing that the completion of something such as a degree or trade is no walk in the park. I must ask though, how are your Dreams coming along? I'm not talking about your consciousness while your body sleeps, but those long lost dreams from when you were a child. Or maybe they aren't all that lost. Who did you admire, what did you IMAGINE yourself doing for the rest of your life, where did you see yourself living, etc..?

I ask this question simply because NOW is the time for those Dreams to become a major player in your lives. You have heard the children's song, Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a Dream! Sing that song slowly in your head a few times....
AHA! Life is but a Dream? Indeed, it is. Your body is the boat and the rower is your true self. When you look into your heart and you find that child who dreamed of working with horses, or teaching, or designing clothes, or whatever, you are communicating with an aspect of your higher self, your TRUE self. When you have re-discovered this self, look at where you are in your life. Are you happy? If yes, Great! If not, thank you for being honest with yourself, this is the first step to knowing your true self. Do not be ashamed of unhappiness! "happy" is an idea,  picture, a concept, which we have chosen to implant in our minds... and does not exist! Pure unconditional happiness comes from acquainting ourselves with the present moment, the eternal space in which we all truly exist as ONE, in simple terms, the silence in the boat. When we step into the present moment, or WAKE UP, to our true nature, we can see that it is US creating suffering for ourselves. Dare to Dream, brothers and sisters, for there is nothing but the Dream. Believe me when I tell you that only you have the power to create your reality, and the choices are infinite. Choose those things which let your light shine and give you the feeling of happiness; not from a material object or a job, but from knowing that you are living your dream right NOW. As your rowboat floats gently down the stream, you begin experiencing more and more of your dream, in that moment. But your happiness is always with you, in the boat. Never does your happiness come from the shore, from your physical manifestations.

The world is moving at an incredible fast rate, this much is true. Yet the eternal moment which transcends space and time is still vast and silent, with no debts to the human concept of "time". I propose a day (as individuals, on your own time) in which we don't do anything. We wake up, eat breakfast, walk to a park or the couch, and just SIT. Be with our minds and our selves, with nothing to do and nowhere to be. No cell phones, no computer, no movies, no video games, no television, no MEDIA. We might be surprised to find out how difficult this is. Let me know how it goes ; )

I Love You ALL

A night in the park

Rhythm of space
the sound it can deafen
all noise from within
of Who Am I in question

Where is this place
like nothing before
where nothing is separate
and everything is pure

Mind chatter keeps running
too fast for this kid
I bow to them softly
those voices kept hid

Oh I call out my brothers
so many, so true
You are simply perfect
Until next time, Adieu

Hello World!

Here I AM.
Seems pretty forward. Simple. An introduction from myself to the internet. It is a web of connections which I cannot fathom, yet at its core it is small. I was told by a friend, while sharing a joint in my apartment, that the code which holds the internet is six characters long. Six.  I know very little about the workings inside the little screen that sits in front of me, but I do know that six is a small number. Yet the internet is a vast space of connections, human beings translating information back and forth at incredible speeds. Information which is held by many characters, too many to count. This to me is nothing short of a miracle.

I Am called adam. What lies behind my eyes and in between my ears is too big to contain into words; this is true about each and every human being alive in this moment. We are beautiful and complex, vast and full of wonder, yet we limit ourselves. We believe that we are small, and disconnected. That we are not safe and we must achieve. My brothers and sisters we are so much greater than what we have told ourselves and in this moment and only this moment can we choose to believe something greater.

When I write, I am picked at by a voice that tells me I am small, that what I have to say is silly, or useless. I choose to believe something greater. That I AM beautiful and I am good. My mind is a tool and with this tool I choose to wield my power in the way of Light and Compassion, of Love and Fearlessness.

Thank you.