I know a young lady

I know a young lady

Who often felt scared

I don’t know why, she often felt scared?

She wasn’t prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who used to get high

To be free of her mind, to bid it goodbye

She took the drugs, because she was scared

I don’t know why, she often felt scared?

She wasn’t prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who used to tell lies

Her heart would die, with each telling of a lie

She told the lies, to hide the highs

She took the drugs, because she was scared

I don’t know why, she often felt scared?

She wasn’t prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who wasn’t awake

Despite a daybreak, she wasn’t awake

She wasn’t awake, as she told the lies

She told the lies, to hide the highs

She took the drugs, because she was scared

I don’t know why, she sometimes felt scared?

She wasn’t prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who knew there was more

She knew for sure, there had to be more

She knew there was more, as she started to awake

As she began to awake, she forgave herself the lies

Forgiving all the lies, left no need for the highs

By leaving the highs, she felt far less scared

I don’t know why, she had ever felt scared?

She’s feeling prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who is now letting go

By going with the flow, she is learning to let go

As she lets everything go, she knows there is more

Knowing there is more, she becomes more awake

Becoming more awake, she’s learnt from the lies

Learning from the lies, there is no need for the highs

By not hiding behind the highs, she is no longer scared

I don’t know why, she had ever felt scared?

She’s totally prepared…

 

I know a young lady

Who trusts in the process

Now she’s wide awake!

Her own success!

Mislaid Days

Mislaid days

Lost in the contours of the mind

Tied into knots

Thoughts and dreams intertwined

 

Inches of print

Saying how life should look

Potential becomes limited

By this unconscious rulebook

 

Language is laden

Weighed heavily with lies

Evident choices

In a five-a-day disguise

 

Dangerous allies

In a home-grown crowd

Petulant egos

With agendas unavowed

 

Misguided living

Projects unchecked intent

Blindly following

Prevents spiritual ascent

 

Unshackle yourself

From the timelessness of time

Remove old labels

Shift from the paradigm

 

Follow your lead

Do not justify or defend

Know you are enough

Become your own best friend

Yesterday’s gone

This journey is yours

As you steer its course

Atlas shrugging his shoulders

There is nothing to force

 

Do you get it?  It’s simple

Feel it in your bones

Your ego isn’t responsible

It’s thinking that condones

 

Be free of opinions

Of how everything must look

Write your new chapter

Create your own rulebook

 

Dream big with your life

Please dare to be bold

You’re allowed to be great

To win your own gold

 

Yesterday’s gone

Bid it farewell

Tomorrow is far off

It’s in this moment you dwell

No fixed direction

With anticipation and hope

Watching from the side line

It’s only thinking creating

A different outcome each time

 

What is my heart’s desire?

What do I really want?

Does it help to rewrite

In a totally new font?

 

There are no rights or wrongs

That is so plain to see

Where is the clarity of reason?

The real purpose of me?

 

So much time has been wasted

On just doing and re-doing

Without a satisfying outcome

It is with love, I need wooing

 

My ideals and my design

Becoming clear in my heart

Who are the movers and shakers?

To share my new start?

 

Stepping off the start line

No longer scared, win or lose

Knowing there’s only this moment

No fixed direction to choose

Today

Today casts a shadow

On what was yesterday

A subtle reminder

Of the egos malady

 

Insurmountable troubles

Become a stroll in the park

Worries float away

Without leaving a mark

 

It’s all in our heads

A mind movie projection

Not worthy of effort

Nor of any introspection

 

Everyone telling us

Who we should be

Hindering our growth

Our authenticity

 

Beyond old beliefs

Is our real potential

Who we are really meant to be

The rest inconsequential

Age old pebbles

Age old pebbles

Formed through nature’s touch

Their sturdy rotund form

A hand held crutch

 

Timelessly worn

Each beautifully unique

Their wave beaten holes

A conduit to speak

 

Subtle vibrations

Create stoic harmonies

A stark reminder

Of man made inadequacies

 

Similar, not separate

Collectively whole

Reminds that perfection

Is removed from the soul

 

Sun soaked warmth

Give heat to the hand

Solid and supporting

Our ever evolving stand