Blind NOT Blinded

It often gets confused as to what side of sight folks are on
Those that quote and those that live
Those that know and those that apply
Both have taken steps to be in the know
Both have taken a deeper look into the abyss of intentions
And decided to take action to enhance future outcomes
Yet one is in fact still lost
One is hidden behind the veil
Holding true to recognizing their blessings
Being in receipt of what is theirs and theirs alone
Yet have not applied the learning to any part of their existence
Let me tell ya something – just like you can’t build anything solid on a cracked foundation, baby you can’t stay on the right side of righteousness shunning those not quoting words from a page.
Judge not…
Be Still…
Knowledge of self …
Trust …
Knowing where to expand upon those words and quoting them is not enough to bring enlightenment
Nor does if sanctify your faith
You need to take the next step
Blind faith is not blinded beloveds.
The light from enlightenment doesn’t put you in a trance
Able to only regurgitate what you’ve read
But to apply to life
To put it to work
To believe in the outcome without seeing the way
To wait, to work, to give without the expectation of receipt
To trust in the right thing to do, to trust the right thing won’t do harm, and that the work
Of the righteous remains … after this life passes on.
A much needed bridge no one crosses is but another intricate apparatus.
A needed bridge used to encourage the extending of the olive branch – is faith at work.
We’re better together.
Do the work.
There will be pain.
It will be worth it.

In all things I Leave You Love

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Abuela: Because I’ve Always Loved Her

I have my moments
When I miss her more than identified
When my heart aches for no clear reason
I’m misty
Gloomy
Ominous
Kind of lurking within myself
And I know I miss her
I know there’s significant sections of myself
Unclaimed
Uncleaned
Unloved
Un…
Unloved
Unappreciated
Because I never knew love beyond her at all
Until I experience more instances of inhale and exhale
Jagged and Raspy
And no one to tell it to
No one I’d want to tell it to
Man, I miss her
Her candor
Her wit
Her offbeat commentary
The way she said my name
The way she called me all the other names
The manner in which she said to let sleeping dogs lie …
This is the part where I begin to lose focus
This is the part of my truth I’d rather keep to myself
These are the truths I speak to only myself
If only we had more time to speak frankly
To show me how to do like her
To sit on the front porch and watch time pass us by
To hear ‘her choir’ sing
To be from where she was
I swear I can’t deal some days
I know I overstep and misstep
And I don’t care to apologize or fi it
Correct it or Check myself
Cause only she could check me
Only she would
Only she could

 

Unscathed

You know

That’s what everyone wants

 Someone to ride with ‘em

Someone to fight for them

Someone to stand tall beside them

Not just in the heat of battle but

At the victory table

Glasses held high

Speech authentically long winded

We just want someone that will not only judge our failures

But not overstate of triumphs

Because there is deceit on either end

We want to feel the melody of love

We want to experience the exuberance of pain

And come back stronger and more endearing again and again

Just to ride with me

Even when I fall to my knees in momentary defeat

Arms encasing the shards of my agony

If but for a moment

If but for a few moments

Someone can fight for me

Give me a break from holding us up, keeping us together, making us a way

Just to fight for me, to be the glue, to be the protector, to shift the table to nature my wounds

And never let go

And when I emerge renewed

They still riding

That’s all I really want, I mean that’s all anyone could ever ask for

Stand for me when I don’t have the will to stand for myself

Hold on and never let go

Hold on

And never let go

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