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It Really Matters


It Really Matters

 

Love is never wrong

Love is seldom right

It just is…like the air we breathe. It exists… Love surrounds us, always. And like the air we breathe in and out; we will always breathe it in…we cannot live without it. Think about that for a minute.

If we were to decide we are never going to BREATHE again…like we often do with the concept of love…we would be rendered unconscious. Our body needs air…our soul needs love…and not just the romantic love…but all-ness. Loving all things…all of the time. Every single person, every blade of grass was created with this in mind. None matter more or less, to our Source. We, as humans, may have developed an “I” mind state. This is important to me…or that isn’t important. These judgments take us away from our core…or All-ness.

No measure of how much, or enough; no counting minutes and hours, as if there is a dead line. Notice how we never see an animal worried about time or space. We never experience nervous anxiety from animals, no staring at a clock…or even the sun….as it would be a natural keeper of time. Humans are the only beings in creation that creates its own stressors…making time or lost time a part of those stressors.

Love teaches us that memories, not moments are the true gems in life. We must set aside our pre-conceived notions about who and what love is. We rarely ponder what air REALLY is, except to think about keeping it clean, so that we can survive. Love is very similar. It does not require a lot of thought…for love simply is. Like air, however, we must keep it clean and pure. Again, we are talking about All-Ness…not simply intimate love or lust.

Love becomes so many things, the number is infinite. Love restores our soul, gives us back our esteem, teaches, preaches, accepts, and wraps itself up in all things…large and small.

It teaches us gratitude. Being gracious helps elevate us to our next destination, in life. Being thankful tells us that time has no use here. The minutes hours and days of space don’t matter as much as the inhaling and exhaling of our Creator’s love. The movement of the hands on a watch or the shade given from a sundial…is pale by comparison.

We must learn to be mindful in our speech and actions. Stay connected to your soul, by being aware of where your mind goes, when you are day dreaming. Stay awake, in this life. Do not allow tragedies and things that hurt our eyes and hearts; to keep us from reaching out to one another. When this cycle starts it is very difficult to stop it. When we turn off our inner light, because something was difficult to our senses…our soul starts dying…our light doused with water. It is, in fact, these difficult things that awaken us. These experiences allow our spirit to be re-kindled. These times are intended to splash cold water on our faces…take advantage of that opportunity.

Participate in your own life; and know that your life touches others, as well. You can be that torch that leads the way, or you can choose to go cold. Too many of us spend our days sleep walking and when we start waking up…it frightens us and we then desire sleep again. We must be mindful of ourselves and our minds. And when we feel our inner self traveling to the past…we must find a way to come back into what is now. The past should only be used as a learning tool. It’s okay to think about it…but remember that no matter how much thought you give it…it will never change.

Our souls mourn for the dead who still breathe; once love has been stricken from us…we die. We must participate in our own lives. We have a duty to uphold what our ancestors have created for us. We must respect and honor that rite of passage…and when that happens…real change will begin. Let us only hold onto the things that matter…here and now…air, love, life and a pure soul are all that really matter.

 

I Have Something To Say


I Have Something To Say

I was hurt yesterday by something that I saw. It broke my heart and ruined my entire day. Today, however, is a new day…and I have something to say.

Sitting quietly, cautiously, careful to not cause ripples in the water…does not contribute to peace. Still water grows stagnate; disease grows there. We must make waves. Waves washing against the rocks will smooth the rough edges. Waves wash away the old and bring in the new. The movement of water is a necessity of life. Our bodies and this world are comprised mostly of water. Water and the frequency it is motivated by can tame the savage beast.

Gandhi, a man of peace, didn’t not sit by and do nothing. He took a stand. Even in Gandhi’s way; he said NO MORE. Gandhi did not emulate still water, but the water of change.

Peace is imperative, but it cannot be achieved by sitting quietly and screaming, in silence. If there are riots all around you and you sit quietly…what did you contribute to? Being idle…can be complacent. You may not be brandishing a firearm; but NOT TO CHOOSE…is to choose.

It is our responsibility to stand up and speak out. When we fail to do this, because we don’t want people to look at us harshly…we are thinking only with our ego. Our ego gives us a false sense of security. We are supposed to maintain this Creation. To sit by and say nothing when your heart screams to do something is similar to; being given a potted plant to take care of for a month. You have the plant and you can clearly see that it needs water, and everything inside you tells you to water it. However, you decide to just watch the plant, as it withers away. We are given the responsibility of maintaining this beautiful gift of Creation. We are supposed to love it, nurture it and treat it with gentle care.

My daughter cried when the hurricane destroyed trees in our neighborhood a few years ago. She lost sleep. It literally broke her heart. What she found more disconcerting however was the fact that people made remarks similar to “it is just a tree; there are more trees that can take its place.” My daughter, my child understood this one truth …every man, woman, child, and blade of grass is accounted for. There is no one greater or of more value on this earth…than anyone else. One is not more important than the other and to think that is not true…is “The Greatness Fallacy”.

 


The Search Is On

 

Why are we always in search of the man/woman that we think will complete us?  Are we not complete, as we are? Wouldn’t it be better if we looked, instead, for someone that complimented who we are now and encouraged us to grow?

When we are seeking something…man, woman or some object of material possession…to complete us; we are searching in vain. No one and nothing can fulfill that need. The most that we may ever be able to hope for is to find someone to walk with us in life; someone that we can grow with.

We shouldn’t place unrealistic expectations on ourselves or on others. Throw away the list of characteristics that you are looking for in a mate. I can only tell you, based on my experience; you may never really know what you need…until your Creator places it right in front of you. We may know what we WANT…but is it a necessity?

This may sound like I am suggesting that you lower your bar of expectation, but I am not. Instead, what I am encouraging you to do is to accept your higher self…and embrace that part of you. Acknowledge your path; the only person that can fulfill that journey…is you. Once you have completely recognized and accepted (who and what) you are; things will be laid in front of you. You won’t have to wonder if he/she is THE ONE; all the answers you seek will become crystal clear.

People place impossible deadlines upon themselves; thinking they must find their TRUE LOVE before a certain age. We must have 2.5 children before a certain age. We must own a home and make a certain amount of money. We even call this idea “success”.  And for some people that may be all they have success with; but I will tell you that I know people that are more successful, more content, and happier than most people that the world calls “successful”.

This happens because they know who they are; and are of the perception which dictates …they will always have exactly what they need, in life. Does this mean they are without struggle? No. But it does mean that the struggle is part of the path.

When we embrace all things…as one thing; the need for one thing over another…disappears. When we realize that our divine connection…is our foundation; we will finally KNOW who and what we are. And that knowledge takes away the need….to have another complete us. We cannot complete other people…we can only support, engage, uplift and grow with…them.

Release the expectations that we have allowed the world to place on us. If we adopt and accept the mindset that we are ONE…even the idea of mother/fatherhood takes on a different meaning. Do you remember, as a child, when your next door neighbor would watch out for you? They might even threaten to tell your mother or father if you misbehaved. These people were not thinking that you were not their biological children…yet the loved you.

When we accept the notion that we are all connected under one sun…by one Creator…regardless of how that Creator is referred; we have acknowledged and accepted our path. We have begun to grow…not only physically, and mentally, but spiritually. This growth will present more opportunities and the world will, literally, open up to us.

 

Looking For Love


Looking For Love

I have been pondering the idea lately; how people are looking for love. You can find this topic in books, music, movies and television shows. Everyone is seeking the love of their life.

But what if I told you the LOVE is their life? Think about that thought for a moment…love is your life. So in that respect, what are you really looking for? There is no hidden key to happiness; you have had the ability to be happy your entire life.

We make choices, and then we give those choices a life of their own. We are not victims of circumstance; we get to choose. The problem occurs when those choices turn out to be something we have a hard time living with.

We were born with everything that we needed to be happy. We, as infants in a womb, were not worried about what we would wear when we were born. We were not concerned with when we were going to be married; or if we had the perfect hair. When we were in the womb; we trusted in a source greater than any that we had ever known. Yet as adults, we are seeking love.

Love is everywhere. There is love in every sunrise and sunset. There is love in the sound of a baby laughing or crying. There is love in all animals and in all things. Have you ever heard the oceans tide breaking against a cliff? Have you stood so close to the ocean crashing around large rocks that you can feel the mist from within? All of this is love; we may not get to choose where the love comes from…but we receive it daily.

You may see a sidewalk with a large crack in it and see fault; but if you look at it with loving eyes…you may just see on opportunity for a flower to grow. You may not see the love in a thunderstorm…but I see the possibility of a rainbow. You may not see the love in a blizzard, but I see a Creator that is purifying the air.

Are you looking for love? I will tell you; you only get back from this world…what you put into it. We come from a Creator which is an endless supply of love. Yet we are so busy going to that Creator in prayer, with what we don’t have and how much more we need…instead of showing gratitude, that we have blocked our own blessings.

As long as we are stomping our feet, because a door was shut on us…we won’t even feel the draft from the open window. Love is eternal…boundless.

If we do not have the things in this life that we THINK we need…perhaps instead of pointing a finger…we should ask why.

Why didn’t I get that job, promotion or car that I wanted? Have you given love in every opportunity? Did you pass that man on the street, carrying that cardboard sign, and judge him…even if it was silent? Let me tell you my friends…our Creator knows NO silence. You thoughts are louder than your voice…your intentions are brighter than the stars. When we turn our back on love…we have begun the process of dislodging, disengaging and dismembering…our souls.

You are given a gift every day…the gift of life. How many people take that for granted? How many people will say they value and appreciate life, while criticizing the efforts of others? How many walk out of a religious service…filled with the message from our Creator…and mindlessly curse at their neighbors or children?

Are we getting the message? Are we awake? Love is around us, in us. In closing I have one final thought…what are you going to do with the love you have?

Purple is My Color


Purple is My Color

I refuse to live my life in your box

Where you try to define me

Through ideas tainted

From man-made hostility

Do you think you know

All there is to see

By a vision I show

Or photography

Am I only an eye color

Am I just a racial number

Funny how we appear awake

In the middle of our slumber

Are you aware of my dimensions

Or do you just need

Rules and stipulations

To stagnate my imagery

I am multi dimensioned

I am beyond your boundary of reason

I am the Light of love

I am never out of season

What is my color?

Purple…with no doubt

Oh the color of my skin

That’s what you’re talking about?

My skin has no color

I am just like you

I am the color of love

It doesn’t have a hue

I am soaked in the greatness

Given to each and every one

I have nothing but God’s grace

Let me lend you some

You too…are beautiful

You are the child He proclaims

You are error proof

We are the same

Stop seeking separation

You are blocking your own salvation

You are better than you know

Let’s get back to His Creation

The Best of Us All


The Best of Us All

We should never have cause

To mourn a child

Because we live in a world

That has simply gone wild

Children battered

Being constantly abused

The color of love

Is not the shade of a bruise

I have no understanding

Of how a parent can fore sake

The life of a child

The divine rules we do break

We have no right to injure

Or impose our gross interpretation

Of how we want life to be

Causing further alienation

Children are not little adults

They need our protection

Instead we have become the problem

The ongoing infection

I honestly can NOT tell you

I know why this occurred

And can’t get wrapped up in

How you might be disturbed

She was 9 years old

And then she was not

You were her father

I guess you forgot

So let me remind you

Her body was never yours to know

She was a baby…innocent

Now to never grow

So you took her life

To buy her silence about you

But let me give my voice

Another point of view

She no longer breathes

I think you should remember why

Because of what you did

Her silence you couldn’t buy

Children are true blessings

Each and every single one

Evidence of God is found

In our daughters and our sons

We must stop the violence

We can no longer turn away

Too many children are dying

Let us pray:

Oh Father…who is above Heaven

Please forgive our ignorant acts

Protect the children from us

For we know the facts

The fact is we neglect and abuse

The biggest blessings we’re given

We have no excuse

For the way we are living

Father please guard the children

We need to harbor them from the storm

It’s been our duty…our job

Since the day they were born

I don’t know when we lost our way

I just know that we did

Our children fell prey

We became sordid

Please remove the evil

Which flows through our veins

So we may meet you in Heaven

When we see you again

And too all those innocents

Which we sent home to you so fast

I hope you have finally found the love

You have needed at last

May you all have eternal peace

Knowing no harm can again befall

You TRULY are the very

Best of us all

 **RIP XIOMARA JONSALES-FERNANDEZ…we love you forever

A Conversation With God


A CONVERSATION WITH GOD

Children are dying
With nothing to eat
Where is God
Is He asleep?

Our neighborhoods are violent
Killing is what we find
What is He doing to mankind

Women are abused
Left in total dismay
What is God doing
Looking away?

That child that they found
Her poor body invaded
What is He allowing to happen
To all He created?

Religious wars out breaking
Man versus man
Is this His vision
Of a world so grand?

Our air is polluted
We can hardly breathe
what should we think
How can we believe?

Then the skies grew darker
Than they had been at first
And a voice came down
“I will speak of my earth”

You question my intention
And the love for my beings
I could ignore your doubts
But I’ll tell some things

Yes, my children are starving
It’s sadly true what you say
But tell me…how much food
Do you throw away?

There is blood on the streets
I see it every day
They walk around aimlessly
They have lost their way

They are seeking acceptance
It is love they do need
They are my sole creation
Not a new breed

So while you are judging
From your house made of glass
Are you forgetting the help you needed
In your not too distant past?

And those women …my angels
So battered and bruised
Verbally…emotionally
And physically abused

Depicted in the media
As less than a thing
And beaten at home
Because of a ring

How many signs did you need
To take notice of her plight
And yet you sleep soundly
Like everything is alright

You listened to the story
About that sweet little girl
But I see it happen
All over the world

Children’s bodies assaulted
By the most evil ones
They will know my wrath
When their time comes

Wars and murder
From sea to shining sea
Yet you do nothing
But question me

Of course you can’t breathe
The ecology looks grim
But seek the real problem
It comes from within

You are pointing your finger
Up toward the sky
You question my existence
And you wonder why

Why is the world
So out of control
Why has God
Made it so

But the answer is no further
Than your own troubled heart
Instead of coming together
You push further apart

This is your world too
And while you want to place blame
I could never fault you
But…cry your own name

You watch the starving
And the abused
You could step up
Yes…you’re being accused

Accused of indifference
Accused of hate
Accused of blaming me
And calling it fate

If you want your world
To be a better place
It’s up to you
Start setting the pace

Love one another
For it is that which you do
That can make the world better
For them and for you

And while I won’t abandon you
For you are children of mine
I will continue to focus
For my light always shines

I never left you my child
And I never will
Even through your mistakes
I love you still

But if you fail to reach out
And open closed doors
The blame will not be mine
…It will be yours

~~ From my heart to yours

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The Sound of Silence


The Sound of Silence

    The end of humanity does not occur when man does evil…but when man sits and watches…yet does nothing.

    We are armed with all the weapons that we will ever need to defend ourselves, from birth. It is only when we look for outside implements or instrumentation that we actually go against our very purest nature. The very purest part of us is that with which we were created; over time depending on our circumstances and our will to accept that which others find acceptable…we can develop negative or destructive tendencies. This happens when we no longer attempt to communicate…with our very being. We were created with many means in which to communicate…with our mouths, lips, hands, eyes, ears, even our legs and feet…all can communicate what we are thinking and feeling at any given time.

  For instance I can either speak to you using my mouth…orally creating vibrations which are expressed in words audibly detectable. Or I can just use my lips to mouth the words…with out a sound. Both are forms of communication…but one would actually take active reception. What I mean by that is…the person I am communicating to would really have to pay attention to what I am trying to relay to them. Not only that…but I would have to take my time and make my words easy to receive. Have you ever argued with some one speaking so harshly, and fast that even you can not even remember exactly what you said? Yet the emotion behind the sentiment is never lost…you are angry. However…if you had to take a moment and actually make your words clearly decipherable, due to an inability to yell, or orate any sound at all…then perhaps the communication would not be lost and the emotion would be more even tempered.

  We often we use our bodies as a means of letting other know what we are feeling at the time…often without realizing it. We will point our fingers…which can be interpreted as accusatory or to place blame. We can cross our arms which can be interpreted as I don’t want to hear what you are saying, or I don’t want to disclose something. Of course these things could also mean other things such as pointing when giving direction or folding our arms because we are cold…but again, these are ideas that we are still communicating.

  We can use our legs and feet to position our body in such a way to display our interest or disinterest with what is being said to us. If we sit facing away from someone it clearly states that I am not interested in what you are talking about, or telling me. If I tap my foot it may mean that I am impatient or running out of time. If I stomp my foot it can be out of anger or excitement depending on the dialogue prior.

  But the most important communication tool that we are armed with is our ears.  How carefully do we listen to what is being communicated? If we were asked, could we mirror what we were told or asked? Often, we only hear the first and last thing that is said to us. Which is unfortunate because then we are missing out on the communication.

  We often take these tools of communication for granted. When I was a child …to show us our many blessings my grandmother would blindfold us or have us cover our ears…to show us how carefully we actually listen or watch things. When your vision is impaired in that way…you would be surprised at what we hear that we didn’t hear before…a bird chirping, the snow crunching, footsteps in the distance…and trying to figure out who the footsteps belonged to. We learned that we had to listen carefully to tones and words, because we didn’t have the luxury of seeing a facial expression. When our ears were covered we had to watch things carefully because we couldn’t hear them…or our hearing was impaired to such an extent that it wasn’t clear. We were no longer rushing to say what ever we pleased but actually taking the time to try and read the lips and expressions being communicated to us. Now, of course, the entire purpose of this exercise was not to punish us, but to teach us that we need to take more time with life. We needed to take time to smell the flowers, to watch a sunset, to be more loving and kind with one another.

  Why do we dislike the silent treatment? Because we want to communicate…but often we would rather wage war than take the time to actively listen and participate in a conversation. We would rather lash out than to calmly verbalize what we are thinking and feeling. Words can be like weapons…they can inform us or others…or they can cut like a knife. I can remember, as a child, hearing certain tones and unflattering words that adults used towards one another. They were not speaking to me, no one was calling me names…no one was angry at me. But I absorbed the words…it hurt deep inside of me…it felt like my insides were shaking. I felt violated, like someone had picked up a club and hit me in my stomach. Of course the adults that were doing this made up, they moved on…but I will never forget the feeling it left me with. I was scarred…and even now when I hear certain words I get the same feeling again.

  We, as human beings have the power to create or destroy and we do so everyday. We build up people or we tear them down…every single day. The point being, with that knowledge…which will you choose to do? We have the power to make each day better then the one previous…just by opening our mouths, our minds and our hearts. We can leave loving embraces on the hearts of our fellow man or we can scar them. Keeping in mind very often when we scar people they lash out at others…leaving them scarred, as well. We create a cycle no matter which way we go…but we get to choose which road to take. All that I am suggesting is that we choose that which will help uplift and rejuvenate. If we leave loving kind words…they will resonate in people…and hopefully that will be the trend.

   Does it sound like I am being unrealistic? Talking about love towards our fellow man…I have been told that it does. The thing is this…if being loving towards each other seems like a foreign idea…it is only because we have been living far too long with the idea that we must kill or be killed.