From these Ashes


Today I rise

A former self in disguise

I must own my mistakes and move on

From these ashes I create a new song

I must find the strength from within

From these ashes I must forge a new path to begin

The past is gone

Am I to relive it?

Or am I to go on?

The truth to finding our way

Let go of what’s gone 

Begin again, begin a new day

Attachment is misery

Buddhist and Taoist will agree

As in the Western world

The apple doesn’t fall

Too far from the tree

How sick must I be

If I stumble and I fall?

Never to get up

And continue to crawl?

Forgive us of our folly

Forgive us of this pain

If you want to forgive yourself

Dust off your ashes and begin again
DCG

Meditation



Be still my heart

Your beat is keeping in time

The rhythm of the body

The direction of the mind

Waves of frequency

Spilling over my form

Relaxing me and soothing me

The drops in a rainstorm

Skin is smooth

Hair is glimmering

Quench my thirst

Eyes are shimmering

Fix my attention

Your presence Invigorates

When I’m with you

My heart accelerates

My mantra

My meditation

My muse

My fixation

Be still my mind

I hear the silent calling

Liberate me

Do you see that I’m falling?


DCG

 

 

 

 

Divide and Conquer 



Johnny can’t read

Sister Eve is autistic

Growing up with entitlements 

Have we now become masochistic?

Put a stop to these despots

Before we fall too far under control

Remember Orwell’s boot in the face

Was also on his patrol

Weaponized society

With anger and fear

Inequality and biogotry as the narrative

Logic soon disappears

Listen to the liars

Over and over again

Repeating begats believing

Adults like children

Continue to pretend

The trouble with a population

That will be torn up from within

If you continue to fight amongst each other

How soon the end will begin

Beat up ourselves

Not knowing the Masters pulling the strings

So keep your eyes on the ball

Do not fight over nonsensical things

Ask a Buddhist 

How to be clear

They will give you an eight fold path

One that is real- one that is sincere

Ask a Scientologist

How to be clear

They will give you a lifelong membership

With the price tag only a cult member will endear

The feeble minded members

The majority of the masses

The weakest link of the chain

In the chain of all the classes

Daddy please tell me

Did you fight for liberty?

No little girl

I fought for climate change and the Paris agreement

I spent all my time in this tirelessly

Nonsense is nonsense

To not see is foolish, I’d hope you’d agree

The corruption of public office

Our forefathers did foresee

DCG

The Camouflage of Ego



The stories in my life

We reminisce driving down memory lane

The house we grew up in

Sometimes causes me bane

King of the neighborhood 

I command all that I survey

Once smoked pot at that guys house

Once had a girl in that one and got laid

We measure looking backwards on how we might have been

Nostalgia distorts reality

Think you have a perfect memory

Bet some friends will disagree

Funny how we paint

With broad strokes on our canvass

Memories that are more forgiving

Selecting ones that take fewer chances

So we continue to repeat

This remembrance now faded

Pointing to the parts

That we’ve embellished and paraded

This process we use

On how we express

Accurate or not

It’s not really what we’ve done, but rather how we confess

Master and commander 

Our pride on sentry

Telling our tales

In line with our gentry

Talk it up kids

Tell us of those deeds

The camouflage of ego

Will rarely ever concede

Echoes from the Past



Discounted

Ashamed

The words you say to me

Direct anger and blame

How did we get here

An echo from the past

A culture of damaged ego’s

An echo that still lasts

Why does this pain attach itself

In a developmental chain

One that binds us to miscommunication 

Leaving an indelible stain

What is most disturbing 

In the miscommuniqué

The fact we do not see this

The emotional transactions that we pay

Take away the preconception

Take away the defensive beliefs 

Listen openly together

Diminish much of the grief

Have I lost all credibility?

Have I no valid point to make?

How do we break this cycle?

What is the cost it will take?

Blood is thicker than water

But in a tide of fallen tears

A diluted pool of sorrow

Separates those close to us who are near

A memory can bind us together

A memory can also enslave

How do we heal from the past

Must see the true forms outside of Plato’s cave

Pull back from the platitudes

This plants a harmful seed

Take ego out of the equation 

Maybe then we can proceed

Begin in the middle

Use the golden mean

Train ourselves to forgive

In what cannot be foreseen 
DCG

The Tenet that Compels



She said thank you with her smile

She said thank you with her eyes

We are best served with a generous grace

So it’s said amongst the wise

Luke 6:31

Make us think beyond ourselves

The ones that appreciate

The tenet that compels

He that’s selective in the judgements that he makes

May fail to see the good in others

And in the worst case scenario 

Will cast out against his brothers

If you look for the faults of people

You will surely find many to note

Surely the lessons of life will tell

This wasted time we devote

I ask myself a question

I often beg to differ

Why we subvert our values

A disguise on what we bicker

The popular and the fashionable

Are not what should be sought

Forever do we tally

For what is and for what is not

DCG

Turn your Back on the World



Name caller

Doubt caster

The things you claim to see

Are you pointing to something about yourself?

Or are you pointing the finger at me?

Don’t let your anger control you

Nor let the bitterness sink in

A life is not defined in a momentary glance

It’s what’s on the inside

It’s how we use what’s within

Turn up the heat

Put my feet to the fire

Are you the authority

To place your moral grounding higher?

Turn around 

And look at today

What was it for you

That made your fear and anger stay?

Was it in your past?

Spark a memory of defeat?

Turn your back on the world?

Hide behind the face of deceit?

How is it we fall?

The heart captured, sour and depleat

Are you getting any better?

Does it make your life complete?

The older I get

The less I know, the more I see

One idea comes to mind

I once thought other people thought like me

It’s attachment of negativity

The emotional articulation of pain

Results in the dimming of perception

The reflection of light in a mind that wanes

DCG