Back to Us (A Poem)

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Life was simpler then
The only device we carried around
Was a game boy pocket
Connect the cord
Trading Pokemon under our desks
Don’t let the teacher see

Oh, we had tv, radio, computers and even portable technology
But it was far from everywhere

All we had to do was step outside
For recess and, though we couldn’t physically leave, we were FREE
Freer than we are today? Maybe

Life wasn’t without stress though
Shyness, nervousness, the fear of not being accepted by our peers

Both the light and the dark sides of tribalism had a hold on us

Sun shining
Imaginations brimming over
Fun and games
Interspersed with sometimes singling out the weak or vulnerable
I’ve been on both sides
More teasing than vicious
Yet still traumatizing for fragile souls

Oh, where do we find solace?
How can I blend the simple joys of childhood
With the small bits of wisdom I’ve gathered since?

There’s no going back
Time spirals in cycles

This time around
On a new layer of the spiral
I reach across the curve of events
Grabbing those simple joys I’ve left behind
For, paradoxically, that will allow me to let go

Somewhere beneath the physicality
Beneath the beliefs and hand-me-down identity
There is a core of being
An indescribable essence that permeates all

Through looking back, we really look within
 

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Family in Flight (A Poem)

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This poem just came to me as I was meditating this morning. That’s the beauty of poetry, it’s pure inspiration conveyed through the language of the heart.

The theme here is family as a catalyst for personal growth. We’re all here to support each other. And essentially we’re all family.

Family in Flight (A Poem)

Went from a fist full of drugs*
To blissful with hugs
From sister to cuz
Never missin’ the love
Through the mist with my bruv**
All our missions are tough
Momma listens to us
With beneficent trust
Meet me father (farther)
Into the gust
Spreadin’ wings
The wind is whiskin’ us up


Notes:

*”Fist full of drugs” refers to always holding a beer (alcohol is legal drug). It’s also a reference to a closed fist, signifying being closed-off and stressed/holding tension. Stress is basically a drug epidemic in our society. Plus, “fist full f drugs” just sounds good as something to rhyme with.

**Bruv is slang for brother.

I hope you enjoyed that poem and it inspired you in some way.

One last thing: tell someone you love them today.

Much love.

– Stevie P!

 

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The Blossom of Femininity

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The dance of the yin and yang, feminine and masculine energy, has always been of great interest to me.

What adds to the intrigue is how imbalanced these energies have been throughout history (his-story). The shadow side of the masculine has dominated and controlled, suppressing the feminine and relegating femininity to its own shadows.

Since society doesn’t provide us with ideal versions of these energetic archetypes to put into practice, we must create our own.

This is why I’ve been exploring and defining my own version of masculinity. And in doing so, one word seems to exemplify masculine, or yang energy: Giving.

Helping, serving and supporting are all expressions of this true masculine/yang energy characterized by the spirit of giving. This interpretation of the divine masculine can take many forms, giving any type of love, helping someone in any way, material giving, the giving of undivided attention, emotional support (a shoulder to lean on)…etc. This kind of giving is unconditional and from a place of compassion, not fear-based or done in a “strings attached” manner.

A major role of this true, giving masculine, in my opinion, is to provide a safe space for the divine feminine to thrive. A strong masculine energy rooted in love can give femininity, not only within women but also within men, a safe place to fully express itself and blossom. This is not possible with the assault of domination and control from the shadow masculine, which suppresses and squashes the fruits of femininity. The divine masculine must support the growth of the divine feminine (not work against it) in order for humanity to live more harmoniously. Our world urgently needs the blossoming of femininity and its defining qualities like intuition, creativity, holistic thinking, compassion and cooperation.

In the spirit of this topic, these concepts are far better conveyed in more feminine, poetic language than masculine, hyper-rational prose. That’s why I’ll leave you with a poem…

The Blossom of Femininity

Too often we’ve seen the shadows
Masculine
Dominant and violent
Feminine
Deceptive and vain

Forgive the fear
It’s time we embody the archetypes
Through the incarnation of love

Giving
Is the essence of masculinity
The masculine must serve the feminine
For the dance of duality to flow
Not a servant-to-master dependence
But out of the free spirit of giving
The strength of providing
Providing space for the feminine to blossom
Providing safety for the feminine to express

Just as the sun shines its light unconditionally
Ever-giving energy to Gaia
Our light must shine the same
Unyielding and unconditional
Nurturing intuition
Cultivating compassion
Harvesting harmony
To engender the flowering of the heart
And see humanity in bloom

 

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The Visionary’s Creed

This is for the new wave of hard workers, everyone out there grinding towards their vision, not someone else’s. All of the self-starters, hustlers, artists, entrepreneurs, this is dedicated to you to help you keep going. Ultimately, these words are just a confirmation of what you already know deep down; that you’re living your truth.

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I know what I want
I know how to get there
They may think differently
But I know me

Doubt arises
I set it aside
I know in my heart
That I’m walking in the direction of my truth

I see my vision
Crystal clear clarity
I meet it with persistence
Bringing dreams into reality

Fear grabs a hold of me
I hug it with courage
It fades back into illusion
Propelled by my truth
I keep moving

The path may be difficult
The road may be rough
Obstacles will present themselves
Unforeseen challenges may delay me
And my route may shift
But that’s a part of the pilgrimage
The challenge is where the magic is

It’s not about where I end up
It’s about who I become through the journey
More of myself

 

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Here’s Why You Don’t Understand Zen Poetry

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Much of Zen Buddhism is purposely paradoxical and riddled with absurdities.

Its purpose is not to get you to think, but to get you to NOT THINK. The ludicrous language that often characterizes Zen poetry is designed to shatter your egoic, conceited notions of knowing, well, anything. This leaves you in a state of what Zen Master Seung Sahn calls “don’t know mind,” or a mind that is still, clear and free of preconceived ideas.

Just as you cannot see your eyes or bite your teeth, you cannot use your mind to examine your mind. Many Zen teachings are crafted (often in hilarious ways) to bring your perspective beyond your mind, so it’s not meant to be understood in the rigid, logical sense.

Seung Sahn, whose teachings are featured in the phenomenal book Dropping Ashes on the Buddha, has some of my favorite Zen poetry. Here’s a taste…

Zen Poetry

What is Buddha?
“Three pounds of flax”
“Dry shit on a stick”
I don’t understand these words
The infant is sucking on his toes

 

I traced the steps of the cow that has been long forgotten
Having caught the harness
I hope you will ride on the cow
Playing the flute with no holes
And enter your home village
Where flowers bloom in the spring

 

Good and evil have no self nature
Holy and unholy are empty names
In front of the door is the land of stillness and quiet
Spring comes, grass grows by itself

 
And here’s some of my own zen-style poetry (from my book Primordial Reflections)…
 

An autumn day
A walk outside
Smile, golden retriever

 

A zippery tandem
A tippery zife
Yeah that was random
But so is life


 

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New Beginnings and Endless Endings

A poem…

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New beginnings and endless endings
Infinitely dancing
In a bittersweet twist
Of co-created fate

An ever-evolving cloud of possibility
Recycling existence
Ceaselessly raining new life

Drops diving into the ocean of eternity
Both infinitesimal and inconceivably meaningful
For the ocean is but a union
A union of individual drops

Rippling through the timeless now
Touching the deepest aspect of self
Subtly reminding us
Of our shared essence

 

A Game of Shadows

I’ve been noticing many hidden subtleties in both nature and myself lately. One must acknowledge the shadow aspects (or “the dark side”) within everything in order to realize wholeness. With that being said, here’s a piece of poetry I wrote…

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Day and night are a tide of shadows

Nighttime is defined by shadows
Even the horizon
The Earth itself
Becomes a gigantic shadow

Sunrise is the great reducer of shadows
High noon is shadowless
Sunset is the great grower of shadows

Expansion and contraction
A continuous dance

Life is an interplay of shadows

Hidden aspects of self
Beautiful blind spots
Highlighted by awareness

Do not denounce the shadows
They exist to provide perspective
Allowing us to see

The sun still shines
Yet we find ourselves
In a grand game of shadows

 

An Open Letter to the Spiritualist

Medita

Yes
You are a spiritual being
Having a human experience

But don’t ignore the fact
That you are in a body
A wonderful one at that

Are you going to take it for granted?
Are you going to overlook the vessel you inhabit?
Are you going to neglect the flesh?

Make the most of it
While it lasts
Embrace the experience
Savor the voyage

Make an impact
Spread love
Embody consciousness

Be totally aware
Immersed in the world
Yet not of it
Wholeheartedly engage
In the wonders of corporeality
The sights
The sounds
The smells
The tastes
The touch
The pleasures and pains
The smirk-inducing, physical bliss

The Universe
Is experiencing itself
Through you
For the opportunity
To taste coffee
To flex a bicep
To have amazing sex
To do whatever it is
You’re doing right now

Cherish this video game
Become lucid in the dream
Before it’s over

For life is euphorically fleeting
Paradoxically serendipitous
And meant to be

 

An Open Letter to the Materialist

Guy

We live in a three-dimensional reality
And experience it through the filter of five senses
We merely see a sliver of the spectrum of light
We only hear a small slice of the scale of sound

If we cannot perceive something
If we cannot measure something
Does that mean it doesn’t exist?

There is an infinity
Of indescribable mystery
Based in energy
Vibration and frequency

Who is the driver of your body?
Who is the witness of your thoughts?

You are pure awareness

Open up
Experience the truth for yourself
Experience the truth of yourself
Feel it

 

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A Poem For You, Mom

Mom Dad Me

I act as an inspiration for others
A shoulder to lean on
When reality appears grim

But who do I go to
When the clouds of fear block my vision
And I lose sight of the sunshine?

I turn to you

You are a force of nature
Wrapped in a package that I call “Mom”
Holding space when I doubt myself
Reflecting unconditional love

You are always there for me
Always
No matter what

You have bestowed me with momentum
In the direction of my destiny

You are the bow
The bow that bent gracefully
To pleasantly propel me
Along the trajectory of my essence

I am eternally grateful for you

You remain radiant
You maintain beauty
Inside and out
As above
So below

Your love pervades

You brought my body into this world
Then ushered my spirit in to follow

We share life experiences
Regardless of time
Despite any distance

Our connection transcends

Each exchange ends
With three wonderful words
I love you

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Happy Birthday, Mom.

(Or because we both know that time is an illusion, happy revolution around the Sun!)

Love,

– Stevie P!
 

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