(Japan, Feb. 2019)
Burning house and the embers fly
My stomach jumps in slow motion,
there’s a firefighter nearby…
tired heart, exhausted by the lie,
caught up in smoke from castles I built to hide…
The misconception that someone is going to save me….
Nobody is going to save me.
I’m tired of the waste,
All the energy I’ve funneled into the rapids,
chaotic rivers of missed connection,
rolling waves guided him that way,
and I wonder, Why not this way?
I can’t irrigate those channels
I’m tired of trying.
I don’t have space for that.
There is only space for this.
This soul, this path, the seed of truth inside of me,
The one I pull the sun away from every time I shine my energy somewhere else.
Every time I shine myself on that ever-changing ‘yo.u’
There’s nowhere else.
It’s just right here.
These hands need to nurture,
to feel the grain of creation,
But Ive let them meander and toil,
Stripped down to the root
love devoted in foreign soil,
There’s nowhere else,
There’s no one else,
Come home baby,
Baby just come back home…
Put it all on black right on her,
Cause there aint no one else.
Shine the light into the smallest corners,
Illuminate your shadows
you’ve wasted so much time chasing clouds in search of the sun,
riding rollercoasters of possibility,
getting lost in valleys of intermittent sex appeal,
emotions swayed by elation and the preoccupation that someone else has the hand to heal.
It’s all shattered glass,
a mesmerizing Monet on a disjointed canvas
Come home baby,
baby just come back home,
it’s all right here.
Awaken to the truth with divine attention,
Break it down
Break it open,
illuminate your reflection,
It’s time for the evolution…
***It’s always been you,
and that is so much more than enough,
you’re the one that will save you…and what’s funny is you don’t even need saving, you never have***