Six Months Later…

Did you know their names?

Or are we nothing but goats

Meant to bear your rage?

My Box

Just like Pandora,

Opening my box won’t kill you.

Years should’ve proved that.

Sacred Vows

How to convince you

My love for you is so true?

Please hear my prayer.



Surrounded by firsts:
Like first opening your eyes…
Admitting I’m wrong.



Fool! I can see you.
Still creeping in your shadows.
I am made of light.

Haiku From the Pulpit

Words and actions meet,
Where integrity is strong.
Practice what you preach

Elopement From Eden

Elopement From Eden

I have no convictions to the trials I have created.
From the same well we have sprung.
From the same addiction we were bred.

We were as the Children of Eden,
Craving to be nourished from that which enlightens.
Needing only to open our eyes to become illuminated.
Fearing our own cull to take deaf ears on misleading words of concern, created by fatuous oligarchs.
We risked our ostracism… Our abandonment… Our non existence.

But these imaginary commandments, kept us in self flagellation.
Fearing damnation, we surrendered our desire to Know.
And in time, the oppressive regimes we venture to defeat,
Were nothing more than reflections from disfigured mirrors.
Each face appearing different, but the demon was always the same.

I take no pity on your personal trials.
For I have faced this jury, as well and walked this prison’s row.
I risked knowing the unknown and embraced my banishment,
And I can no longer close my eyes.
Once open, we can no longer go back to the ignorant darkness,
subscribing to regulated words drenched in deceit.

But fret not, Friend.
You have not been left in this drudgery alone.
For I am always close.
Just on the other side of Eden’s Walls
Hoping for the day you realize this blindness is self inflicted,
And all you need do is blink… And you will see me.


Prayer for Rain

Prayer for Rain

Yet another moon wanes
And goodbyes and forgiveness still won’t pass these lips.

So I pray for the rain to come wash this memory away.

When the home of your hopes becomes but a forest of toppling trees,
Sitting in the destruction leaves the obviousness of those shallow roots, raw in the heart.

So I pray for the rain to come wash this memory away.

If building from this fallen wood could make all anew,
There would be a thousand abiding temples innate in all of us, built solely on faith.

So I pray for the rain to come wash this memory away.

And when there is nothing left to walk from, walk to, start again, or depart for new,
Will goodbyes and forgiveness pass these lips,
Will raw hearts be eased and mended,
Will sanctuaries stand on immortal ground…

Will my prayers for rain come wash this memory away.


“Rising in Love”

“In fact a mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word ’fall’ is not right. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it – no, not at all, he does not even need your thanks. He thanks you for accepting his love. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual.
Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating a person you love? You would love to see the person totally free, independent; you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced – they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned.
Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.”-by Osho

I have reread this passage over and over, only to decide that perhaps “falling in love” should never be called love at all. Instead it seems it is a wolf-like idea dressed in a sheep-suit of fake-love. Similar to the idea of conditional love: can love truly exist within the confines of a condition? Can it grow and thrive with the expectation that something or someone will be the way we want to shape them or imagine them to be in our head?
When we place false images on the things or the ones we love, we don’t really see Them. We love an idea and an idea can fail us. I believe people rarely fail us, but rather the ideas we have placed upon them and how we believe they should be are the reasons we become disappointed. Unconditionally loving a person, “rising in love,” is like faith, when we go forth without expectation, but with a sense of wonder and excitement that all things are as they should be, we are set free.


A Year’s End… A Life’s Beginning

"Flight of icarus" by Darren Mahuron

“Flight of icarus” by Darren Mahuron

Quote to End 2012:
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” -A. France

A view of the year’s past:
This year was to be the year of the apocolypse and come December 21st, we all realized that most of us were still here and again we stood relieved…. or disappointed (not enough zombies). But the more I spoke with friends, family, and even those who’s lives were merely rumor to me, I noticed this was, indeed, the year of change.
Besides the larger, nation-shifting, events of the year (Hurricane Sandy, the election, the CT shooting) I became aware of lives around me (including my own) beginning to make sudden changes. On a personal level, many of us experienced the loss of loved ones, friends, faith, jobs or our idea of what love and life used to mean. It becomes to easy to attach to the idea that an apocolypes has to be a fast, quick and devistating, but not all life-shifts come to us swiftly or disasterously. Many of my friends had newborns this year, were engaged or move to new places. I began graduate school and my mother began her retirement, found her yogic path and joined a community of friends, she had never expected to know. Whether positive or negitive, it all changes us. Although, like any change, be that hardship or comfort, all change comes with loss. We must release in order to grow and letting go can be the hardest part of moving forward, because it is to easy to become stuck in what is comfortable, then take the step to what is new and unknown. The unknown that is change gives us no absolutes and the comfort of our misery is at least a comfort we have come to know and expect, but learning to change means learning to jump blindly. Learning to jump on faith. Faith that you will land somewhere much better than where you took off.
I have come to believe the only way we can make that jump and grow within is through honesty, love and forgiveness of ourselves and others. When we live in integrity, in truth, with love and through forgiveness we are able to tear down walls, between and within us, that may have been built years before, and through this we set ourselves free.
So, I close 2012 with two things:
First, today, I ask forgiveness to myself and others for any heartache I may have caused over this past year and accept the forgiveness of those who have wounded me. We are all doing the best we can with the knowledge we have and we must learn to hold ourselves gently and in grace.
And lastly, my question and challege to you for 2013:
In the next 365 days, I challenge you all to decide where you can let go, where you can forgive yourself and others and where you can “die” and be reborn into the person you are meant to be.

How will you choose to “die” into your new life?