Reign Over Me

This

Pounding
Pouring
Rain

Splashes
and
Subsumes
me

As
the
Weeping
Water

Flushes
my soul

I Float
away

Drenched
with
your
Divinity

Tomorrow

Fill hope into this empty shell
come inside and wrap me in reason

I have been a vacant tower for too long

-It's Time -

Gather the spring air and perennial joy
and shower the freshness upon me

The hollow tears will evaporate
and only a resin of pain shall remain

I am Ready.

Illusion of Death

Freedom is believing
and eventually knowing
that life is beyond our control -

that the Ego is simply a fantasy
and that Love is the only truth.

Freedom is happiness and joy
awareness and hope.

We all seek to be free -
but cannot seem to let go of
the prisons which bound us.

It is so simple to theorize about
yet so difficult to do.

So, I compell each of you
to start believing and
eventually start knowing -

that Freedom is Love
and Love shall save us all.

Surgery

So, I'm getting surgery tomorrow on my ankle -
and I'm not going to lie - I'm totally scared! Silly me -
I know in my heart of hearts that I will be fine and that
God has blessed me, etc, etc. but that doesn't change the
fear! Everytime I think about it, I have a mini panic attack.
My heart races, my head spins, and I feel overwhelmed.

I haven't been able to write lately - I don't know if it's just
lack of inspiration or if I have been too self-absorbed
(never an excuse -and the ego is a poor reason to not write!).
Either way, I am hoping if nothing else, that the surgery
will allow me time to reflect -and write some beautiful poetry,
since I will be home in bed with nothing to do! My mom is
coming to visit and to take care of me...(she knows I'm a big
baby and need to be treated like a princess!)

So to my few faithful readers out there -
I will be back....hopfully with more thoughts
of spiritual freedom!

XO
Jackie

Remembrance

Note: This was written a few years ago...but since the War is ongoing, I thought I would repost.

While the angry air floats by
While innocence is corrupted
While violence seduces soldiers

I close my eyes and remember you

Your touch simplifies loss
Your smile drowns sadness
Your embrace silences destruction

Touch me with your simplicity
Embrace my silence
Cover me with your love

I am holding
I am aching
I am waiting
To remember you

Philisophical Torment

The media writes chaos into our lives -

Each story
Every voice
reaches out to the weak and torments them.

Many can see a light through their negative portrayals
of the world;

and as the bloodshed and horror tear across tv screens and
newspaper headings,

those with hopeful hearts and peaceful spirits see
beauty and love
underlying the illusion.

Pray for humanity -
Pray for love -

For darkness is merely an error
waiting to be enveloped by light....

Help Her!

She wraps her words around the silence,
hoping they might understand.

A new culture strips her of confidence.

She uses her children to shield her from
participation,

yet she wants so much to learn.

She is a refugee,
we must help her.

She is our hope for the future,
We must teach her.

She gives America
a reason to succeed;

We MUST,

or she will be forced back to War,
where learning is nearly a crime.

Father's Wisdom

A note from my enlightened father, who shared some light with me this morning on the question of "Ego."

The ego is simply the wrong minded, flip side of your right minded essence that wants to exclude so it/you can be separate and "special" rather than one and the same with all that is. Only the ego wants praise and recognition because it sees itself/you as a separate entity. The only way it can make this work, in it's logic, is to make everyone else the enemy. The guilt that this position generates is intolerable so it created "projection" which shifts this felt guilt outside of it's "oneness" creating the perception of "others" so they can be guilty and it/you can be the innocent bystander. This created the world as we see it but it's an illusion. The only thing that's real is God and his created Son which is also not separate but part of the "oneness." That is why anything perceived as a form----- bodies, animals, and all inanimate objects---- are seen incorrectly because all that is, is contained in the inseparable oneness of God. I am on the 16th day of the workbook (Course in Miracles), which i have never done. The truth is----nothing matters at this level of form. We all want to clean up the mess in our perceived world, and it is a complete waste of time. I realize that to actually accept this seems impossible but until we do, we will stay STUCK in this nightmare constantly trying to make it seem bearable. If one could stop running the mental tapes and be totally still,awake, present and aware of only this moment one would see what is real and that is my goal!

Together Again

Undress me
Strip me away from these thoughts
that isolate.

Bare my soul to the world,
I want to leave this ego behind.

I’m ready to lead again –
ready to pour my words over your
wounds, and heal you
with the love you deserve.

Undress me;
strip me down

Naked:

I’m ready to expose
our Essence and lift it
away from the judgment
that has pulled us apart
for so long

it’s time to become
One again

Fiction

Find the wisdom for today.

Give me a piece of yesterday,
and tell me that it shall remain.

A piece of you withers away in silence,
while remnants of your battered body
slowly fade into sunset.

Tomorrow remains untouched -
just a fragment of your reality,
and yet - it is your only peace.

But tomorrow might never come my friend....

So please, please:

Remember Now

We are all waiting.

Tranquility's torture

DEATH
they finally uttered.
You are fluttering
between worlds,
in limbo with time
as we know it.

At least you're sober,
you tell me before
checking-in.

I wait at your bedside
finally at peace with
who you were as a person,
as a father,
as a friend,
and as my mentor.

I only wish you
would have known
what life might have
been like without
addiction. . .

Sweet Dreams

Charmer

A memory of you
slid into my dream
last night.

Like a venomless snake,
you slithered past my heart
to terrify me without leaving
a mark.

I stretched my fingertips
to that beautiful mouth,
but found myself clawing
at those charming fangs instead.

Paralyzed, I waited until the
fear transpired and reached
up to kiss you, when suddenly:

the alarm ripped my eyes awake.