Sleeping Soul

Scarecrow, locked within the tree
Awakening the fear sleeping deep in me
You make me feel I am only full
Of the straw on which the crows do pull
Silently taunting my inner core
My thoughts, my substance, I was fine before
You stared me down
And I fell to the ground
Cowering in your dark shadow
Painted frown, frozen, how had you
known that I was running from my deepest self
You hanging..... judging life, in and of yourself

Yourself.....straw and scraps and useless stuff
I feel the same, yet your fate I must rebuff
Crows, come, feed on my straw
Peck away at society's silent law 
The one that states we must hang in waiting
For a day far off, I end my hesitating
Cut the tether that confines me at my center
In my own tree, I have been a renter
I choose a new path, end my endless hanging round
I walk into my future, feet reclaiming my solid ground

Under The Straw

Under the straw that fills
my chest
Beats a strong man's heart
I was once on a mighty
regal quest
Full and free and vibrant
I wonder where my
hope went

An old shirt thrown over
my trembling
shoulders
Out here with the dying
crops and the
massive boulders
I wonder where my
love went

Feet disappeared
For I need them not
No need for shoes for
feet that used to be
When I've got no where to
go, no plans
No one to walk the world
with the likes of me
I wonder where my passion
went

A soul once full, feels empty
now
I am still here inside the straw
and the fixed expression
Perhaps I can revive the drive
in the depths of this straw
somehow
And find a way
to
want to make a decision
today
To find that which seems so
lost
Time to resurrect
myself from the wooden
cross

Help me......

The DayRise with Dan

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My most precious moments of any day rise begin as soon as I place the ear buds into my grateful ears. I wonder what song may find them this particular morning, and how my words will find the pages here, in this blog.
My day dawns with the wisdom of my mentor vibrating via his beautiful voice...such range and emotion emitting from his throat chakra. Couple that with his poetic liquid lyrics rolling as ancient scrolls sent from the Universe which contain the secrets to life. All we need do is integrate those vibrations with our own. Meld them, mix them, allow them to teach us. For, I know that at the core of Dan's work was his truth, his reality in any given moment. He had the unique and special gift to paint poetic word pictures with all genres of music. I love how we can feel and sense where he was in his walk here on the planet by absorbing the energy of the albums he gifted us with. They are indeed souvenirs and energetic photo albums..... his-story books for us to delve into.

Yesterday, while in meditation, a deep gift of long sought awareness came to the forefront. I will allow this to be true and I accept the challenge and the gift with humbled heart and honored hands. These hands, mine....they know the fingers that fly over the keyboard here, in the half light in my half dark bedroom in the day rise with Dan.

Bring on the castles which are being constructed energetically and in due time. My plate is full, my garden grows lush and lovely. My words are my tribute to the man who knew my soul well before I did. He still does. He always will as I meld and mix my word vibrations with his.

It is my humble hope that when you read my words, you connect to them in any way you need to. Many have shared with me that they see themselves here, in these lines. They meet the sway of the cadence and the flow. They recognize the steps to the dance of their lives. If I assist one person in owning any kind of awareness of any sort, then I know I have honored my soul mentor, Mr. Daniel Grayling Fogelberg.

It is also my hope that Dan's soul knows I have been found between the worlds I traverse.....those of men, those of make believe, those of pain, those of joy, those of heartbreak, those of the most perfect love. We are constantly meandering through dimensions and decisions. The decision I made to begin this adventure of awareness with him daily has been so very important in so many ways. Thank you, dear Dan. Those words seem insufficient, but the vibration of them is pure, peaceful and precious to me.
You are precious to me.

Pole Position

Hanging on to
nothing
It gets old real
quick
A life dying
rotting
Living well but
feeling sick
Up high on a pole
restricted
Looking out across the miles
constricted
Hating your appointed pole
position
So stuck there needing
soul nutrition
Feels good to throw your
stones
Makes you feel stronger...
all alone
But... at the bottom is the
reality
You are scared to be
free
To feel your feet upon
the ground
You, so lost.... never to
be found
Climb down off that
pole
Walk the world you used
to know
Reconnect to the people,
living
Find out what they are
giving
to each other so
free and open
Live your life instead of
hopin
Someone else will live it
for you
Scarecrow hanging way up
high
Watching the world pass
you by
Climb down off your
immobile mount
Join us, learn what life is
all about

She Moon

 

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Basement

deep, dark

dank and moldy

The room built by the lies

men told me

I climbed out, untangling my bones

 Stretching my atrophied 
muscles

Escaping from my chest, the freed 

malignant moans

The magic moonlight met me once

again

She was with me there in the dark...

in my memory

A constant forever friend

Now she shone her glowing

ambiance all around me

I, revived....

once again alive

As her reflected beam of love surrounds me

Standing on solid ground

No more suspended damnation

in the dark dank mold I allowed

I am rebirthed...releasing the lies

Envibing the truth I have found

Buried alive in a basement

Walking around half there

Like a zombie eating the rotting

lies of others

Fearing there was no replacement

Then I recalled she moon, my friend

She owns the key to my cell

All along, her light shone on my path

Now we birth our synergy

She will teach me to love again

Emancipated Soul

Emancipated soul
Finally free of the rigid pole
Hanging here in suspended animation
I rescued myself from eternal damnation

Long legs rendered useless
Enduring Mother Nature's natural abuses
Now find themselves on solid ground
All directions open, choices abound

Which way to go, no plan did I construct
While I hung there, praying to be unstuck
Any way is a way to choose
Future wide open now, no way to lose

Emancipated.... I am free, unchained
Time to activate and use that brain
That always lived inside my head
I reject the lies of straw I've been fed

Emancipated soul 
Finally free of the rigid pole 
No longer hung in suspended animation
Rescued from this soulless place.....damn nation

Nothing Between Us

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Between the cracks
is light
Between the sorrow
is joy
Between heavy words
the truth
Between us....
nothing

Nothing to get in the way
Nothing to deter us
Nothing to stop us from
connecting
Nothing to hinder our progress
Nothing
Lest we build a wall
Lest we imprison ourselves
on a pole
Immobile, impassable
untouchable

Between us is exactly what we allow
there to be
Space, vast and open for free flow to fill it
Or, debris and detachment
So vast, we shall never know the wonders of each other
I choose flow
I choose freedom in that flow
No walls do I know
No walls do I build
No pole do I impale myself upon

My truth and heart know....
There is no pole
There are no walls
There is only beautiful space 
Vibrating....vast and open
for free flow to fill it

Enter...Dorothy

Lifted up on your pole of sin

Out in the field..lost.. never to be found

Motionless running, hiding in plain sight....again

Hanging above the cold, wet ground

Sins and situations spin

inside your head today

Seduced..you are, by your repeating chagrin

So cold in the lonely night..too hot in the long day

Hanging on the pole that is your penance

Stuffed full of straw.. half alive

Watching the world drift by... your life sentence

The world laughingly lives while you merely survive

Even the crows have migrated away 

Unimpressed by your continued tears of straw.. falling

Flown off to other fields they have, unwilling to stay

Even these birds can hear a higher calling

No one can free you from your place on the pole

Except yourself, you own the power inside

To change your life half, to make it whole

Remove the pole that is shoved deep up your backside

In the dark dreams... brief,  that you enter at night

Is the reality that you placed yourself here

You placed yourself on the pole, you killed your delight

Now you hang lifeless... suspended in your fear

Lifted up on your pole of sin

Out in the field..lost never to be found

Motionless running, hiding in plain sight....again

Hanging above the cold, wet ground

Right out there, hanging in plain sight

Some see you as vibrant, that's jive

I know you are a prisoner to your own frail fright

You are hardly...... alive

Live..perhaps? Make a new choice

It's true what they always say

It's never to late to discover your own voice

Heal your life, climb off your pole this day

Make the decision, let truth and courage prevail

Plow the field you hang in....you can't reap until sow

Allow the rescue of your personal Dorothy Gale

Climb off the pole....step onto your Yellow Brick Road

irreplaceable

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You are

irreplaceable

untraceable

capable

there is

one you

only one

you

Comparisons

are not real

How to compare

the fire

to the stone

that warms within

its flames

To heat the lodge

To keep us alive

Each sustains life

in their own way

irreplaceable

is the fire

and the stone

How to compare the water

and the ice

then the steam

all parts of the whole

yet their own

existence

can not be denied

irreplaceable

is the water

the ice

the steam

 

You are irreplaceable

a natural resource

Just by being

it is true

The time has come

to honor 

the you

you are

No other honor can be

bestowed upon you fully

until you own the fact

irreplaceable

is the you

you are

Builder in the Basement

Hard to say why we as humans desire love at our core....and when it comes, we run from it. What quirk of nature causes this?
Logical? Nope. Fearful? Yep.
Is it logical to give something so precious over to fear? (only you can answer that one for yourself)

Do we feel we don't deserve it?
Afraid we'll mess it up? How can you mess it up if it never begins?
You find yourself living in the shadows of what  might have been....again, how can you know what the shadows will look like or that the shade they provide is their purpose if you never create them in the first place?

Have you built amazing structures, plans, brought about great change in the world? Then stand up and say you did it! A builder boarded in their own basement can not live their purpose, right?

Maybe we call love something else less scary......connection, fulfillment, peace, honor, touch, taste, melding.

What word would allow a safe place to dwell? Maybe we call it being ALIVE, is that too scary too? Let's call it Bill, or Ted, or Mary.....it's just a word, right?

Your car needs gas, you provide it, your body needs food, you eat.

Your soul needs to be alive.....the ball's in your court.

Time to stop letting a word have so much power......make it what you want it to be.

Dorothy's Sacrecrow

Ah, this brings me to the movie.......Wizard of Oz. 

Dorothy's first companion on the Yellow Brick Road is the very confused and lost Scarecrow. She "finds" him, but in reality it is he who finds her, he who shows her what real connection is about. Being that kind of friend who is there, always, no matter what. The first to stride alongside her on her fearless journey; he craved a brain.....yet the one he carried, born innate within him held great wisdom. He already owned what he sought. (we all do, ya know)

When it came time to say good bye and return to Kansas, she whispered to him "I think I'll miss you most of all". (ah, sigh......)

Many is the time I have moved on from a place, a group, a situation, and the good byes were never easy. Often, there has been one main soul that I connected with, and when this part of my journey was complete, I let them know that they were my Scarecrow......I would miss them most of all. Upon the departing, I left them with the knowledge that they were special to me, I had paid attention and saw that them walking  this experience with me did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. The gift they had given me was returned.....gratefully.

Who are the scarecrows in your life? Do they know they fill this sacred space for you? Why don't you tell them....today? Tell them while you are still here....that's when they need to know it. <3

For Jude.....

Owning our accomplishments can be a daunting task......but why? Often, we can praise others for reaching their goals, for allowing their dreams......yet, we keep ourselves separated from our passion, our truth or our joy.

The ego is a perplexing concept......a part of ourselves that can either push us to attain our desires or keep us so locked in fear or inadequacy that we can hardly move, we do become that scarecrow on a pole watching our own life move by ......... a slow tortured view of what we do not achieve.

I pose this question to you......if a scarecrow had a choice, if he were blessed with a single magical moment of self decisiveness, might he risk and say....."Free me from this rigid existence, let me feel the freedom of legs that move, stretch and can transport me to the bend in the road I have fantasized about for so long"?
He just may be brave enough in that single second of time, held in beautiful stillness, to look around the bend and then perhaps, he could make another decision once he views that which has called to him for so long....

Today, I ask you to make a choice that honors you and you alone........your moment has come.......release that rigid fearful tension that keeps you stuck in one place and risk!!!!!

You can do this.......

We Weren't Finished!

Looks like there is some unfinished writing around this song! This is the first time the same song has come up twice in a row.

Yesterday I wrote about make believe from my stand point. I am led today to ask you some questions....
1. Who determines what you believe in your life? Your upbringing? Your religion? Your peers? YOU?
2. Are you willing to look at your beliefs now and again to see if they still "fit"?
3. Are you able to stand for what you do believe in?
4. What have you learned from what other people profess they believe?

Please ponder these possibly perplexing questions. Perhaps your pondering will reveal important information about what make believe means to you.

May you understand your true self on a deeper level by going inward for reflection often.

Between Worlds.....

What is make believe? Is this a subjective term? Yup! Remember that normal is also a subjective term! Normal to me could be psychotic to another person! Especially if this person believes that they fit under the category of normal.
To call me normal is the worst possible insult one could ever lay upon me.

Some people would say Unicorns are make believe, yet I have a client who owns the DNA of a unicorn!  I also work with a few Phoenix oriented clients,  and a couple of Mermaids to boot. So......make believe is a subjective term, yah you betcha!

If you look between the worlds of men and make believe, you can indeed find me attempting to honor all who find their way into my humble healing hive.

Empty Plate?

Our lives are like empty plates we wait for others to fill for us.
Perhaps THIS person will give us what we need to fill our plates, or the empty space in our souls. We want so much, we ask for it and then we turn away as it is presented.....maybe it's not cooked to our liking, or it has too many calories, or the crust is still on it! OMG, how could they leave the crust on?? I am NOT going to eat that, it shall be returned to the kitchen......"FIX THIS" we cry out.

Perhaps the Universe fills the "plates of our lives" with unexpected nourishment because we really need to eat that which is presented on the plate. Perhaps we are being asked to reach past our comfort zone and try the icky looking highly nutritious "entree" before we disregard it with a single fearful "I don't like that".

Is not an empty plate ready to be filled?
Could an empty plate be a receptacle for NEWNESS and OPPORTUNITY?
Take a moment and stare into the empty plate. As you see your own reflection staring back at you from the mirror of possibilities......
ask yourself; truthfully ask yourself.... "what the hell am I so AFRAID of"?