Yesterday I Died

Tomorrow I will be born again.
I will start from the beginning and change into a new form.
I will transform myself into myself – for today I am not what I am on yesterday.
I was there – in yesterday – but never here – until now.
I am always here in this moment;
This moment has never been except for always.

Today is fully mine to make of it what is good for me – for you – and for us.
What else would I do with such a moment?
It is more than a chance encounter; it is a premeditated appointment.
I have agreed to be here and to be a part of this one perfect day. This day was made by a perfectionist and how could I be anything but that?
Perfect.
How would or could I live beneath my intention?

Today I walk with God; Immanuel tells me this.
We are here together – walking. We agreed yesterday to agree today.
So now we walk and right on time, we do it.
There is no other way – just the One way – today I AM, and today I will die.
I always die today.
Today is tomorrow’s yesterday and yesterday I died, but tomorrow I will live.
I will be born again.

We have agreed and are One.

I Wonder

One day I would love to know the love I give
I would love to see it from the other side
I think I would

Some day soon I hope to know the love I live
Unless I be it, it seems to want to hide
I think I should

One day I would love to feel the love I breathe
I want to breathe this kind of love too
Could my breath come back again

Some day soon I would love to read
What love I wrote when I wrote to you
Permission - for MY day to begin again

I wonder
If you can see what I’m saying
I wonder
If you can feel me praying
I wonder
If these are things you’re thinking
I wonder
When love shows up – is my timing so bad
That it always finds me blinking…

Take a Different Option

Love is a deliberate act of your will, not merely a response to favorable circumstance.

We know that change is inevitable and evolution is unavoidable. Throughout our days we are bombarded with options like 'give and take', 'sink or swim', 'live and let live', 'love'm or leave'm', 'do or die', not to mention 'shit or get off the pot'. In a word, these are simply 'choices.' And with all of these possibilities you are not required to choose any one of them. You just have to choose something. Our choices effect the terms and conditions in which the world continues. In a sense, we are in a constant and evolving contract with the universe and our choices are how we can negotiate its future.

Choose Life; Pay your dues. Choose Love; Don't abuse. Choose Truth; the Lie refuse. The Choice is yours. YOU Choose.

You Are Not Required 2 Think That Way

We can make good things happen every moment of every day. I'm a dreamer but I don't want to remain asleep; waking up is good for me and when I awake it is always into a new moment, and a new possibility. I like possibilities; they keep me hopeful. They give me the courage to believe the dream I dream. To own the hope I hope. To present(Pre' zent) the future I see. Often we bash our best opportunities and sentence them to die. We do this by choosing not to own our personal beauty and ignore our inherent power. It's a wonderful thing to bring yourself to recognize the goodness of your own soul and the exquisteness of your individuality. You should feature these things daily. First, inwardly and then project them outwardly. You are not required to insult yourself or to bring focus to anything which will detract me or anyone away from your beauty. You are not required to refrain from complimenting yourself or highlighting your exceptional existence. You are absolutely the one and only essential component in every moment of your day. Know this; Live this; Love this.

The Both of the Both of You

The beauty of Love can no one own

The choice to see this is where Love belongs

Yet the feeling comes to me so strong

The idea of two or more yet left alone?

Love’s power from a central location

Radiating, pulsating in ineffable plethoration

I can hear inquisition arise from you,

“How can love seem split and still be true?”

But who discovers is not for me to say who

Love shows itself to the both of the both of you.

Peculiar words now come to me,

Those that read “for your eyes only.”

love by design Will hide from the blind

Though always easier to see it When we choose to be it.

Desiring more than equality Will not bring equanimity

“Being more or less significant” matters not when love is eminent.

But “who discovers” is not for me to say “who”

Love shows itself to the both of the both of you.

Help? What Is It Anyway?

Help when it is needed is a call for balance
Help, when it is given is an answer to injustice
Help, when it is desired is the banner of humility
Help, when unquestionably extended is the posture of Divinity

What do I do when I am ignorant of what is needed?

I usually just pass over an opportunity to make a miracle, answer a prayer, or even save a life.

At first glance, this question may seem insignificant but can you imagine being in a place where someone had exactly the thing that could change your life. They possessed those critical elements which would help you in establishing a peaceful existence and yet, they offered you nothing. They did this only because you didn’t register in their mind. You weren’t recognized, remembered or even noticed.

You’ve been rescued before, yes? Do you remember what it felt like – to be in a vulnerable place with no hopeful perspective, no obvious path to freedom or prospect of peace? There seems to be agonizing on the inside and in these moments, life doesn’t seem so fair or equitable. You’ve reached for money and come up short. You’ve reached for peace and could not resist the conflict. You’ve reached for joy, but the grief is ever looming. You just wanted a break and found yourself broken. Everything and everyone around you seem to have all of the things they need and some of them have so much they seem to have exactly what you need as well. How did you get left out? Looked over? Passed by?

There's a story of a ‘good Samaritan who helped someone who had been passed over and left multiple times to continue in agony on a country road. The Samaritan’s “good” became extraordinarily emphasized primarily because there were several who passed over the same opportunity and refused to extend help when it was obviously needed. Or maybe it wasn’t so obvious to them. Maybe, just maybe they were distracted by something ‘more’ important. Can you identify with this? Perhaps the quality of your life wasn’t so relevant either. It may have been easy to just ignore you because you were not seen as essential to the prevailing and profitable bottom line. Why would someone just leave you there?

I’ve been there… you’ve been there… we’ve been there.

And when I have been in this place, I didn’t want to talk about my pain or my perceived insufficiency – at least not around some people. Why? Because, in many of those moments, I would feel inadequate, embarrassed, rakishly exposed and sometimes just absolutely foolish. These things just really shouldn’t be. We should not give in to the fear of being helped. We shouldn’t even succumb to the notion of inferiority. Beyond these things, we should never sponsor these paralyzing notions in anyone breathing the very same air which sustains our own vitality.

There are times when we don’t know how to ask for help and then there are times we don’t want to ask. We often think that our asking may contribute to our looking weak. (We do this, you know – make people feel weak when we have a seeming position of power over them.) We have been conditioned to see help, when it is needed as a sign of inferiority and when it is given, as a sign of superiority. Actually it is neither. Help is the manifestation of a shared prosperity. It is the gift we have been given so that we can give again. We like gifts; we even pray for them. I don't know a single person praying, who isn’t reaching for help. How are these prayers answered? Through people like you and people like me – but only if we are wise enough keep the Spirit of Life and Love moving unceasingly through us.

Helping is indeed a miracle and not merely a minor miracle; it is a miracle of Life. It is an act of Love enacted by those who are temporarily stronger for those who are temporarily weaker. And I should note that it is only temporary because once the miracle occurs, it restores balance. There is never a moment in our lives that does not present itself for us to be truly helpful.

Work your miracle in every moment
Bring your help in every hour
Pursue peace with every person
Live to love with every Life.

And remember…

Help when it is needed is a call for balance
Help, when it is given is an answer to injustice
Help, when it is desired is the banner of humility
Help, when unquestionably extended is the posture of Divinity