Everything is Waiting for You - David Whyte
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the
conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
Too Long in Exile - Van Morrison
https://youtu.be/A9gRbpe7LUU
The Ballad of the Refugee
Nervous and fidgety , sweat slowly dripping from his brow,
harshly rubbing his hands against his pant legs
before grabbing for the tattered worn wallet,
scrambling to secure frayed folded pieces of paper
from private hidden compartments that everyone knew about.
He secretly glanced down hoping that no one was looking
at his information.
The worry grew as the sweat increased in volume with each
tempered step further up the line .
Glancing up forward he witnessed how some on the line
were being separated into separate groups.
The anxiety and blood pressure built up like
some volcano ready to blow. Another step, more pressure,
more sweat. Surely they would find out! He didn’t know
what they would find but he believed that they would find something.
There was probably some great secret
from his past that even he forgot about.
He was aware of his imperfection but he also knew he
wasn’t evil. Loved sinner?He abandoned conjuring an escape plan
as he was aware he had nowhere to run. This was it.
This was the day of truth, the great reckoning.
Was this long journey all for naught?
Maybe it was his credit score?Maybe it is his skin
color or ethnicity? Maybe it was his not getting that
job promotion? Maybe it was not being able to provide
his family with all the things they desired? Maybe his wife
reported some secret about him? Maybe the local
priest turned him in for not frequenting services or turning in his
weekly envelopes after the allegations of sexual abuse by the
clergy hit thepapers and courtroom?He even thought about how
weekly envelopes after the allegations of sexual abuse by the
clergy hit thepapers and courtroom?He even thought about how
his doctor may have turned him in for not following
the recommended diet and medical regimens. He didn’t
need anyone to tell him he was too long in exile,
A perpetual refugee.
Was he as good a person as he could have been?
How did his family ,friends and neighbors really feel
about him and did that really matter? He thought he tried
to live an unselfish life and tried to avoid behaving or doing
to live an unselfish life and tried to avoid behaving or doing
things just to get recognized or rewarded. He often
thought it a little narcissistic to behave this way or
that in order just to get a reward at the end.He wrote
somewhere , “I don’t think one loves others just to
so one can be loved in return.”
Did he remember to leave that letter in the desk?
Did he update the list?
Did he remember to leave that letter in the desk?
Did he update the list?
Maybe he should have thought more about scoring
more points and making sure he had achieved more and
received the proper recognition. He finally turned
his head in humble grateful prayer. No one knows
what he whispered to the divine but rumor has it
that mystical universe knew precisely what was in his heart.
The time then arrived where everything would be answered.
Another surprise surfaced that there was no real
wall or massive gathering of armed guards at a gate .
He worried that maybe this was all a dream. As a matter
of fact there was no one there who was separating
and screening the hungry souls, who were now also gone.
A soft gentle consoling voice from an unseen source
whispered in the silence...
“Welcome. We have been waiting for you.”
- JF Sobecki
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Murder in the City - Avett Brothers
(… Make sure my girls and grandchildren know I love them..
Always remember, there was nothing worth sharing
Like the love that lets us share our name.)
Deportee - Ani De Franco and Ry Cooder
https://youtu.be/fCCgtRy5vYE
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“One day I will find the right words and they will be simple”
- Jack Kerouac
“The only truth is music”
- Jack Kerouac
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