The Ghosts of Our Past.

A grandfather & his grandkids sit around a campfire on a cold winters night. The grandkids ask their grandfather to tell them a scary story. The grandfather takes a deep breath, knowing this story could have a huge impact on his grandkids. In the distance, a coyote howls into the deep silence of the forest.

The flame flickers

The moon shines into the cold night

As the grandfather tells his tale

His grandkids hearts drop

As they listen carefully to each word

Our past is not our past

If we refuse to let it go

The wise grandfather proclaimed

The ghosts of the past are real

They are dark creatures

More powerful then any demon

For they torment you

Day or night

They even follow you into your dreams

They steal your joy

Bring endless suffering

These ghosts

Lock you in a jail of regret

“How do you get out of this jail?!”

His grandkids screamed into silence of the night

“It’s simple but difficult” the grandfather proclaimed

The key to your freedom is the power of letting go

If you let go of the attachment, regret, and sorrow of your past the ghosts will disappear into the nights sky

Only to be seen time to time

To guide you on a different path then what led you to your own sufferings

Do not fight the ghosts, that is their fuel

Accept your past with compassion

For the past is gone

This exact moment is what matters

The grandkids slept good in their tents that night knowing that they are not helpless to these ghosts. The grandfather knew his grandkids would most likely have to learn the same way he did, through clinging to his past mistakes of infidelity, lying, and addictions. They will find their own way.

All Will End.

All will end

All will be okay

 

The sun will rise

The sun will set

 

Suffering will come

Suffering will go

 

Joy comes

Joy goes

 

Relationships come

Then end

 

For life is short

Yet infinite

 

Endings

Brings new beginnings

 

Death brings life

Life brings death

 

My life too will end

Bringing new life

 

All will end

All will be okay

My Purpose.

I woke up today

With a clear purpose

To show compassion to all beings

To help others suffer less

To bring joy to others

How will I live my purpose?

By practicing compassion

Love & peace

To shed light into the darkness

To live out my message

Coming Home.

I have lived in paradise

Warm weather

Palm trees

Tall lush mountains above me

I have travelled far & wide

In search of adventure

Hawaii

Japan

New Zealand

Vietnam

Thailand

I have been tested on this journey

Brought down to my knees

Fearful of uncertainty

But I kept going

Faith in the path unknown

As I pack my bag one last time

Tears fall down my cheeks

Joy of the many great memories

Flooding my mind

Many new friends

So much growth

Beautiful mountains, ocean, & people

It was worth every penny spent

Worth every fearful moment

On my path unknown

Peace Within

Violence on the streets of Syria

Mass suffering in Yemen

Chaos in Afghanistan

Is peace possible?

Or are we doomed?

I have faith that everything will work out the way it’s suppose to be

All you & I can do is

Focus on becoming peace

To spread it far & wide

To understand

To show compassion

To live our message of peace

How will the world be at peace

If we are at war?

Holiness

Billions of humans

All which are holy

No matter

How lost

Broken

Confused

Hurt

Blinded by anger

Suffocated in fear

I vow to see the holiness in all

But first

I must treat myself

As a holy man

No matter how lost

Or broken I am.

The Cloud.

I once was a cloud

Floating near a majestic mountain

I once was a rain drop

Falling from the sky

I once lived in a river stream

Cascading down a waterfall

Flowing effortlessly

To those in need

The water within us

Giving us life

Was once a cloud

Rain & river stream

Tiger.

My idol once fell from the sky.

Bruised & broken,

His body burning as he descended into the atmosphere.

Landing in the deepest of rock bottoms.

My perception shattered of a once untouchable man.

Judgement by others filled the air so thickly you couldn’t see the sun above.

Darkness surrounding him as he sat with himself in the coldest of winter’s.

His mental health at an all time low.

Body deteriorating in front of our eyes.

He struggled.

He fell once more.

Almost all doubted his ability & strength.

But he still kept moving forward.

As years went by, his mentality changed.

Soon he was grateful to play the game he loved.

Years of hard work began to pay off.

Today, I watched my idol win once more.

Tears came to my eyes as I saw him hug his family & pump his fists into the sky.

The journey was well worth the struggle.

As a man who has fallen in dark times before.

I appreciate your journey to becoming a better man.

Thank you Tiger Woods.