Tag: poetry

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

The Creature of the Dark Forest.

One breath at a time

One step at a time

I ascend up a steep mountain

A forest so lush it blocks the sun

As I reach the summit

A sudden storm appears above

Rain & wind torment me to no end

I start to run as fast as I can

Anything to escape this dangerous storm

A dark creature appears from the darkest depths of the forest

What do you want? I shout

It doesn’t answer me

I begin to move towards the creature

Fear filling every ounce of my soul

The creature runs away as I chase it

I hear its painful screams echoing within the forest

I finally catch this creature

What…. I can’t believe what I’m seeing

The creature is the darkest part of me

He was banished to the depths of the darkest forests

Suppressed, ridiculed, & beaten the creature laid wounded on the ground

Sobbing uncontrollably

I extend my arm to him

Picking up the creature I was astonished by how frail & weak it had become from my neglect

Yet so powerful to cause such powerful storms

I carried the creature back to my home, letting him rest and repair from all of the abuse

Thank you, said the creature as it gained consciousness once more

Anytime, I replied.

I’m so sorry that I banished you to the dark forest

You are part of me & always will be

I promise to shed light into the darkest part of the forest

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.

Horizon.

As I stare off into the horizon

I reflect on my life

The man I have become

In 29 years, I have come so far

Yet old unskillful habits persist

Holding me back from living the life I truly want to live

My breathe brings me back into this moment

In this moment I can change my life

I can begin the process of letting go of what’s holding me back

So I can acquire the life I want to live

Suffering.

Suffering lives within all of us

Past mistakes on rerun

Future uncertainties constantly dance within our minds,

Making us suffering in this moment

How do we break from this cycle?

We can understand our own suffering

We can develop compassion and self love

As we develop compassion for ourself,

We can begin to transform our suffering into joy

Our life can now be spent helping others suffering less

Bringing joy & peace for those in need

Purpose.

What is our purpose?

Money?

Fame?

Is our only purpose in life to consume & buy stuff?

I believe our purpose on this planet is much more than what’s listed above.

We are here,

To inspire.

To create.

To help others.

To protect the innocent.

We are much more than our career, bank account, awards, and trinkets.

Volcanic Eruption (Christchurch Mosque Shooting)

Fear bubbles underneath the volcanoes surface.

Pain filled smoke seeping to the surface.

Anger, hatred, & rage boiling inside.

Until one day,

A vicious explosion destroys all in it’s path.

Leaving only pain & suffering to all.

Innocence lost in a moment.

How could this happen?

Will there ever be peace?

Fear, anger, hatred, & rage live within all of us.

Simmering under the surface.

Compassion leads us to love & understanding.

Love & understand can tame the simmering flames within us.

Peace begins & ends with us.

This poem is in response to the Christchurch mosque shooting on 15 March 2019. RIP to all who lost their lives and condolences to all who were touched.

Thank You!!!

Thank you farmers for growing my vegetables.

Thank you farm workers for bearing the withering sun.

Thank you food packers and factory workers.

Thank you truck drivers.

Thank you grocery store clerk’s.

Thank you police officers.

Thank you fireman.

Thank you soldiers.

Thank you to dish washers, cleaners, bussers, servers, cashier’s, office workers, engineers, doctors, lawyers, laborers, salesman, and stockers.

I’m grateful for your hard work. 🙏🏼