Spiritual Detachment: The Misconception

Hard work spent understanding self

Overcoming the false identity  of physical wealth

Keen awareness of being led by the ego

The best path to walk is the path of letting go.

Not understood by most they boast in their own airing’s

Unaware beings confuse detachment  with nonchalant and non-caring

Its the furthest from the truth the great misconception

A Perception of non-emotional driven actions

Cannot be rocked by false lies and bad energy

Nor Past or future memories living only in the present moment

Acknowledgement of the highs and appreciation of the lows but keeping the forward movement

 Elevations that transcend the physical; the spiritual  requires release

Attachment is not to you or things but only to finding a greater peace

It is not about not caring or being nonchalant

Its about Understanding perspectives and relating

Respecting opinions and communicating

Loving people as they are and where they are

But placing ones peace of being first and foremost

This is the art of spiritual detachment.. its not for most

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I’ve Been Using You…

I use you for my own pleasure…never for your own.

Minds will play tricks…. having you thinking someone finally threw you a bone

Feels good to you but feels better to me. I know the pleasure that I need.

You…the person of the moment.. simply happen to be the easiest way to give the beast its feed

I’ve been using you….

Intentionally doing so and not against your will.

I am not an evil person I just happen to know the deal

Voids unfulfilled….you and I both..cannot fill what we do not feel

I’ve been using you…

Stimulations of a degree but not of the highest….
.does my 3rd eye see? uncomfortable words unsaid

Lonely days and nights brings me closer to you…confusing because of what my actions have said

I don’t want to be here…feeling you…but I need to not be something ….i need not to be alone in my current state

impulsive decisions Sporadically clinging to randomly selected strangers who I feel nothing for.. ..but for a moment…fill a space

I’ve been using you….

Simulations of types of love…. momentarily blinding…hindering what I too know..we are not the winning loot

Ignorant I am not….but together we try to grow something …… but we are not of the same root

We only fit for a moment in the spectrum of false time….a day..a few hours at a time..we both know this to be true

Words unsaid, actions incomplete….voids unfulfilled..past decisions unforgiven…unable to love like we need…you have been using me and I’ve been using you…

Oh These Dreams

Dreams of us finally intertwined like a ball of rubber bands.

Connected on every level I see that our love can finally stand.

Memories of you leave the most vivid pictures in my mind.

I walk the thin red line of fantasy and reality sometimes they seem to be one of a kind.

In Any Case….

My heart races at a frantic pace whenever you are in my place of solitude

You do not force yourself into my lonely universe and for that you have my gratitude.

But like water falling on earths grounds, you seep into my roots, into my core.

And yet I can’t for the life of me seem to block it even after you told me what your boots were made for.

Nor do i want to so my dilemma will continue to remain like bacteria on human skin.

But it will not spread or grow from outside in but from within

And I allow this growth because I realize there is not a me without you( thats not true)

But this I know you knew

And even though we are through, our souls still manage to dance with the power of Gods.

Doing what we thought was impossible, giving love the approval nod.

Memories and dreams so strong I can taste the lipstick on your lips.

I can still feel the sway of your hips and the passion in your eyes.

Somehow you always managed to look right through my disguise.

Are these dreams just selling me a dream?

Giving me a false hope, a reality that is not even close to what it seems?

A wonderful dream and a nightmare in one.

For I know when I awake with the rising sun

I’ll be holding tight the pillow that catches my unheard tears.

And between all the thing that I fear

Loneliness stands alone

So i sleep much

wanting to feel that soft touch

that gives me goose bumps on my spleen

Oh how I love to hate these dreams

I know that I can’t continue to walk perfect on this balance beam.

I eventually must fall to aside….eventually I must pick a team.

On my left is the side to let you go and on my right is where I hold on tight.

I am use to walking in the middle because it was where I could see both within my sight.

oh these silly dreams of mine

Keep me locked up in no specific place or time

In a place where beautiful music is made by wind himes

And the art of lovemaking is study in various forms.

But most of all the art of loving one another is always performed.

oh these dreams, these dreams that communicate in a language that only my heart understands.

Always comes to an end much quicker than what I have planned.

Tomorrow will most a surely come and awake me, this I know is true

And no matter how hard I try to fight it…my body will awake as if on cue.

But even as I awake I could never stop dreaming of you……..

The Most Anonymous

The creator of life has decided to remain anonymous. No one knows the creators real name but it has been decided that we shall call her God.

As a strategist I decided to write my own synopsis about this. Because maybe we bestowed upon anonymous too much power that the creator never really desired.

I admire those who like to place everything on Anonymous and fervently believe that the creator rules with a firm rod. Approving or denying miracles as if a snob.

But I ask, what if God was never the plan? What if Gods name was simply Bob? Not to diminish the power of God but whats really the power in a name? Because maybe God was never the intention.

I should mention that by definition God means “being perfect in power, wisdom and goodness, ruler of the universe” says very little about creating life and Bob means Robert and Robert means bright fame. But maybe thats all the creator wanted….to be known.

Now don’t think me wrong, because I believe in the creation above me but I also believe in the creation all around me…the ultimate reality. Wise folks know that God is The I am. Which means God is whatever we need God to be.

So in a sense the creators name could be God but again what if it was just Bob?

I’m not afraid to question the unknown and I’m not ashamed to say I don’t know. But truthfully neither do any of you. We only know what we believe and beliefs don’t make facts.

So I refuse to place the creator of the universe in a box. I will not make the creator into a stereotype like the far right. And I will not say that creator doesn’t exist like the far left..in the middle if where I find sight.

To believe that the creator of the universe cares about what we do would be to ignore the obvious. Which makes me wonder? Was God really the intention of the creator of life? If we remember the definition and place our bias to the side…

Would God stop the genocides and homicides? Would God really choose a side? Would God continue to just let innocent people die? Maybe Bob would but God? Thats a shame but again whats the power in a name?

The creator of the universe has decided to remain anonymous. No one knows the creators real name but it has been decided that the creators name shall be God, but the conscious write their only synopsis.

Because maybe being God was never the idea, maybe it was never THE design. maybe we created our own image of God and evolved it over time.

Because the creator of life has decided to remain Anonymous we have placed our own expectations onto someone or something else.Its easier to look away than to look within..perspectives…I guess it just depends.

I’ve seen good and bad people pass away naturally still waiting for the messiah. But maybe that wasn’t the creator of life’s true desire….to liberate

Maybe the creator of life became lonely and simply wanted a friend.Maybe the creator of life was dying and decided that in an effort to not let all be lost…created its seed.

The truth is there is no way to know but what we believe is not a fact; in fact its a concept and a concept is merely a thought. If we think it does it make it true? If I said I think you’re God….one could only wonder

Are you?

Because see, the creator of life has decided to remain The Most Anonymous and allowed us to write our own synopsis about what or who God is. And I’m not trying to make your blood pressure throb.

All I’m saying is what about Bob? (Bright fame)

Mission accomplished

The God Principle (Poem)

I am often questioned and misunderstood

good clearly outweighs the bad in thee

See in me…. not through me…. hear thy voice

Choice arose out of the ashes… believe me I am there

Where? In the midst of everything.. I came from nothing

Clothing can not cover my energy..God is unattainable

Unreachable but Explainable….feel with clarity

Certainty doesn’t exist…this is the truth….. authentic belief

Relief in the unknown…no way to know…are we right or wrong

Throngs of ideas…bigger than a bang…Could be in the DNA

Say Deoxyribonucleic acid…. in all of life….Is it by chance

Enhance the growth but make it sensible…The God Principle

Pray

If My Tomorrow Never Comes…(Poem)

What About Tomorrow

If my tomorrow never comes please let me be remembered for the lives that I changed.

I am unsure of the exact amount but does it really matter the exact range?

Whether it be 1 or 10 let them remember the collectiveness that I was striving to be

Let them remember the lessons of passing it forward instead of paying it back….Will you remember me.?

If my tomorrow never comes please remember me for the positive energy that I gave.

Regardless of my bad days(which you would never know) I was never selfish with a smile or wave.

Strangers I waved at as if I knew them all my years and my friends? well my friends I always gave them more than what they could see.

Let them remember not my name  but simply my actions that displayed love….Can you remember me?

If my tomorrow never comes please remember me for the passion of being that I desired.

I became hard wired with the saying of letting go. I lived the motto and became higher.

A higher degree of myself and yet a deeper understanding of what truly exist within the simplicity of spirituality.

Let them remember not my outer shell of a man but my spiritual over-flow that yearned to be connected…do you remember me?

If my tomorrow never comes let me be remembered for my personal struggles that I over came.

For I was not ashamed to tell the truth about who I am and where I came from…this life was not a game

Truth or dare were not options, TRUTH was the only thing I sought in living. The truth? There is no I it is only we.

Let them remember that I, I mean WE, refused to let my, I mean OUR, past dictate my, I mean our, present, because I, I mean WE deserved more than past memories so I hope you understand …just remember US.

If my tomorrow never comes please remember the truth in these last words

Live now without blinders on your eyes, love now without walls holding your true character inside

Break free of the fear you have placed around your mind, step out of your comfort, stop hitting rewind

Your life will be exactly what you THINK it to be…everything more or everything less..understand this

If my tomorrow never comes let me be remembered for more than the strength in my hands that built up,

For more than the thickness of my back that stood strong  and for more than the broadness of my shoulders that carried the heaviness of my loved ones sadness.

When all the madness ends and all the smoke clears the space,  let me be remembered as the foundation and definition as to what strength truly is.

And if I am not any of these things as of yet! Remember me as the being who almost got there, for that is better than being remembered as the being who never tried…..