The definitive Guide to Self-Helping

The definitive Guide to Self-Helping

There comes a time in a life
When you ask yourself what is truly important
And then you have the courage
And the imperative wisdom

To execute the building
Of your life around your answer
It’s preferable to have suffered a little
It’s preferable to have struggled a little

Before you reach this point
Because only then will you fight
For what you deserve, after all that giving
Take time to be selfish, for a change

Because love, time, health and money
Are resources that can deplete at any moment
So you owe it to yourself
To be authentic and define and redefine

Your own character and life as you see fit
If today was the last day of your life
Would you do what you are about
To do tomorrow, or take another path?

If you are going to own who you are
And what you do, do it with no apology
No masks, no cover, no false pride
If you cannot keep it simple, who will

If you cannot do it honest, then what
If you can’t keep it real, then
You may regret simply doing
What was expected of you all along

The authentic self is the soul made visible
That power doesn’t come without effort.

Quality of Living

Quality of Living

There is divine earnest in mood
That drives me with madness
To divinest sense that earns
Inspiration and majority intuition
The survey of my own many hearts
That can prevail over custom
Handled dangerously, combat habit
And in this, I am fortunate
Gifted with the jousting of many moods
The inner multitudes revolt
And I know, I am no single self
These myths we portray, my brain
Is a cosmic event that can never come again
So there is glory in a discerning eye
That is not attached to self
But revels in the experience
Like a baby boomer waiting to retire
To become an entrepreneur
Or pioneer a new way of aging.

Simply beautiful

Simply beautiful

How often have you told me
Sweetheart, that honesty is the
Highest form of intimacy
But I’ll tell you the story
Of how the sun loved the moon so much

Because she represented the night
And his opposite and because
She died every night to
Let him breathe, honesty is then
Also the attraction of difference

My desires are honestly different
To your own, so don’t think
I don’t respect you if
I pursue what I desire in this world
To offer up my mortality to the Gods

Or to get praise from this transient audience
Doing what we love is its own reward
We are not all made to have children
Or find stability in this lonely world
To me, simplicity has always been

The last sophistication and
The one I could afford
So living imperfectly
I found my perfect expression
Of myself – to do what I love meant

I would exist so at least
My inner beauty began the
Moment I decided to truly be myself.

Poetry Out Loud

Poetry Out Loud

How many times with a silenced soul
Shall I endure the cosmic days
Of a low station in life, with submissive smiles

The long days of labour
And rivet of inner adamantine
This spirit that survives

In the buzz of the future
That travels like an indolent housewife
Across horizons and cleaning months

Of leaving chauvinistic husbands
And finding freedom in motherhood
How many times shall we meet then?

At the juncture between the pains
Where suffering becomes a kind of sport
And life the nimble lessons we bleed

Where the only ingredient left
Is the pure resilience of living
On the edge of pangs and hope.

Who Came Sure from a Sea of Light

Who Came Sure from a Sea of Light

O’ the silent stealth of wind
And the transparent cool glance of green
The chide and call of open sky
The pass of years in the bright and brave
The natural, and useful elements
And water and where all doubt recedes
In time’s incessant lack of memory
Where subject disappears in objects
Recurring objects of glorious liberty
And channel of the soul
That washes the body and a life
To streaming rings of sun
And cells of gold for the immortal estate
And the spirit hiding behind the veil
Of a lifetime of walking the path.