Feel It

The flow
Ripples through the air
Brushing up against your ankles
Licking at the skin of your fingertips

If you feel panic
It's from the world of nonsense
Plastered over the real rhythms of the universe
If tension yanks at your neck tendons
Don't trust the pull
Listen--feel--for the calm
Surrender to the peace
That comes with surrender

Pick through the stresses
And you'll find the path
Aligned with who you truly are
Waiting

Be you
Walk the path
Feel the flow
And we will meet
One day.

The Camera is On

The tape is running
Twenty-four hours a day
Watching people
Fight
Argue
Cheat and
Lie

It's "reality TV"
They say
But don't these people
See the cameras?
Do they act differently
Because producers are eyeing every move?
Are they worse than they portray?
Is this all an act?

It's easy to forget
Easy to act in ways that, if we were watching,
We would horrify ourselves.
Words we say in anger
Shoves, sneers, insults, gossip
Petty problems we blow up
Into mountains

But we have our own cameras
The eyes of others
Our family
Our children
The mirror
Who do we want to see when we play that tape over?
A beast?
A sponge?
An emotional wreck?

That is the choice:
Live with purpose
Or waffle and whine?
Use time
Or waste it?
Add to the lives of others
Or create only pain?

You may think no one's watching,
But your portrait is created step by step
Your scars formed choice by choice
And the final picture is all your own.

Choose
So that you don't regret.

The Way

Stop

Rest your angry mind

A moment

Hushing thoughts that swirl within

And burst through every facet of your life

The tension will kill you

Breathe the air

It might not be as fresh as it once was

But it still feeds you

After all these years

Change has not destroyed all

There is still time

And you need to breathe, after all

No more talking

Ranting

Whining

Cursing

Invectives churn inside your mind,

So just release them

Set them free

For saying them only gives them power

Over you

Hush

Listen

Feel the inner workings of the earth

Beneath your feet

And know that even the worms

Have a purpose

And so do you

Do you know what your purpose is?

No? Not yet?

Then keep silent so that you can hear

If you listen long enough

You will feel the pull

Your own unique link to the universe

And then you will know

What you must do.