A Warrior for Your Own Heart

Diving

The well’s dried up
Its water a mere trickle,
A puddle,
Muddy and unmoving
And a voice whispers,

“You must seek another source.
You’re plugging the wellspring
With your own self-doubts
And the muddied energy of the world.
No wonder you have no flow”

You must dive in headfirst
Without fear or delay,
Find where the water ceases to fill you any longer,
No matter the time or breath it takes.
Your drowning in the process
Won’t be in vain
For you will rise up stronger,
More divine than ever before.

Dive in to rock bottom,
Seek your source,
Re-emerge a warrior for your own heart”

©SpiritLed 2016
www.aspiritledlife.org

The Connection between Darkness and Light

justice

Time to rise up,
Face the day,
Become the warrior you’re meant to be,
Become the solider in the trenches
Facing off with the darkness,
Residing in the hearts of man,
Fighting your own darkness first,

Not to eradicate
But to reveal,
To illuminate,
To make whole again
The connection between darkness and light

For one cannot exist without the other
Yet both must be visible
For balance to be achieved,
For wholeness to be experienced,
For equality to be had by all

©SpiritLed 2016

April Fool

I’m no April fool, but I thought
I heard you say, a hundred years
ago, that life would be easy,
the games we play would be more
sophisticated, but they would still be
fun, that the little cracks that form
as we navigate the boundaries ,
would not transform into gaping,
boundless caverns, but instead creep
clouds of light into every moment
and remind us that we are who
we’re supposed to be

no, that was just imagined, for
so many times this seems to be
the definitive experience of
guileless courage, a hazy fog of hapless
misunderstandings, lethargic
ramblings of a maddened soul

even if the words don’t make sense,
leak out all the roiling emotion you keep
so tidy on the shelf of self-control,
dump the contents in a scattered and
untidy heap in a way such that only you
can sort through and make any logic
from the chaos, organized and classified
from appropriate to downright crazy,
go ahead and dive right in,
flounder in the helpless overwhelm that
cleanses the creative palate

even if the madman in your mind
claims that you will never heal
the wounds that reside inside,
sleeping just beneath the surface,
reaching up to reveal the tender parts,
then retreating to leave doubt and
revelation in their wake

even as the walls begin to tumble
down, as you sink, rising and falling
soaring and tumbling through
the cycles that bring you near
perfection then catapult you
out into the shadows where
the grey gloom hovers, seeps inside,
fills the cavernous holes

even there in the most violent and
torrential path, truth is revealed,
sears the heart like streaks of dust
across the cloudy window pane
from which you peer with silent
anticipation and lonely longing
to see the light and rise up
to your rightful place
at the throne of your own life

©SpiritLed 2014