Morning Meditation Message 28

Self-judgments are not the truth of your limitless being. Writing it seems, is an act of magical wizardry. So even if your self-sabotaging mechanism of poisonous thoughts are woven deep into the habitual pathways of your neurological mapping, there is still hope. Remember that repetition unravels the thread of forgetting. What have you forgotten? That you are already magnificent, whole, and complete. It happens to all of us from time to time, especially when we are at the gates of a transformation our soul is no longer asking us if we are ready for, a transformation it is pushing us through. And this is because your life, is not only your own. It is quite beautiful that we belong to each other this way. We level up as a whole.

A fear of evolving, collectively, keeps all of humanity down. So, in your tiny drop of a life when compared to the other billions, what is your contribution of inner vibration? What is your silent song? Is it all woe, or is there still some joy and hope in there, even when you look at the sky and the only thing shining is the fire of wars on the horizon. Can you be the sunshine by remembering why you came on a level of soul? If you are a being that recognizes all as you, then what can you ever cling to? You don’t have to hold yourself in a choke-hold. So where does this thirst for more come from? And why cling to mistakes made long ago, past the point of karmic re-balancing and self-forgiveness? The ego identity is not your enemy, unless you make it so.

A fulfilled heart flows through life and allows the sea of life to bring it that which it is in like vibration with. If you can feel how abundant you are, there is a part uncovered from within your inner being, where forcing things is no longer needed. Of course you will still have to work hard and thorough at times, but let not your work in the external world be more than your work in the internal world, because you would fail before you even begin walking towards whatever action you are intending to succeed at. Can you allow yourself to still feel vibrant even in the honest witnessing of what you perceive as shortcomings? Can you love yourself enough to write down things you like about yourself, and let self-love, and self-appreciation be the point of vibration that attracts what you need to you?

Or do you love the spirals of the roller coaster more than the manifestation of your dreams? You see, if you love what you are intending to create more, then someone telling you to write it down, does not feel like a demand. It is an invitation to a key of the creation process. Because even the device you are reading these words from was once written down, your home was once a blueprint with exact measurements and notes, Mozart feverishly wrote down on napkins the music that would out live his days. Writing it seems, is the first place where what you are imagining becomes physical reality. It is the uncovering of the possibility that another set of eyes may one day see what was important enough to last. How can you say you honor ancient wisdom, and not write your affirmations, dreams, and goals down?

How can you say you are a creator and not write things down!? Even if what you are intending to create is a different version of yourself, have you written down what that looks like? You don’t write it, because deep down inside you don’t believe it. You don’t believe your worthy of the very thing you’re imagining. I can believe in you until my face turns blue, but if you don’t believe in you enough to receive the keys that are being shared, you will not evolve.

And you can read all the ancient mysteries and feel quite wise, but can you say things in your own words like: Writing was good enough for Thoth, but not you?

The people that will come to you, will need to hear and read it in your own words.

We have no more time for pretense, and fear. We are being called to create a new world by tasting the idea, writing it down, then going back into the deep meditation process and visualizing/feeling it into being. It can be quite simple, but know that the order is not carved into stone, but treat the pieces like they are. The trick is that you have to do it in the Gamma brain wave frequency. The emotional key to the gamma waves is compassion. The key to creation, is caring about others compassionately, being thankful for what you have, and then visualizing from that vibration what you would like to create in harmony with the highest good for all.

And so I repeat: It is quite beautiful that we belong to each other this way. We level up as a whole.

And so it is.

Celestial Palms 

The tops of the tall trees applauded their wind filled leaves, and as butterfly nets, we gathered the words to open the other’s heart out of thin air. Tongues flapping as translucent wings kissed by constellation starlight’s grace. We spoke of the sky, tried to be as giving as the sun. Warm.

He said to me “You are an explosion of joy.” Then I began to ponder, perhaps the sun thinks itself to be cold. Perhaps it is the vastness, the distance between bodies, that alters perception. Confuses one long enough to not see how they shine in the hearts and minds of others. Perhaps the sun thinks itself to be cold –

and you know, just sits there, giving life to dreams hiding behind secret shadows full grown, by stepping across the horizon of a despair filled mourning, singing to the moon. 

And just maybe the moon thinks itself to be a bright shining star. Unaware that its body is borrowed, it fashions itself to be the brightest light in the night sky. 

Shhh. Please don’t break her illusion, don’t wake the moon up anymore than you would yourself. Her lips sing symphony keys that demystify the water labyrinth, and turns doubt into a mist over a lake by morning. 

And what is transformation, but a gentle release of a swiftly forgotten ember from the camp fire. Where the souls of nature spirits dance as cold stars, finally remembering who they are. 

Kevon Simpson 2017

Midwife of Secrets

Words are written
all the way inside
on the back corner
of my heart.

It’s not even,
off-balance it is,
not written,
to confuse you.

You will wonder
just why it was carved
that particular way
on such ageless stone.

Far enough in
each comes to see
where I run out of paper
becomes the beating

of another’s barren cave.
The birth of a new poem.
Write it.

Kevon Simpson 2017 ©

Creamsicle

Orange has new meaning these days
tears that melt off of detained faces
they are not crying, they are changing states
a piece of the dream is moving across borders
from solid to liquid like science class
its just chemistry and math
you know
Nothing racist or personal,
and “we are all one anyway”
they say this loudly
in a way that makes them
forget the eyes of that child
The one who said
“I swear to God we have nothing to eat.”

Kevon Simpson 2017 ©

I Remember You (Ode to Ayahuasca and the Indigenous)

How does this medicine
help me forgive?
Pain turned to light
where the sorrow used to live.
And even though my habbits
aren’t completely changed
I’ve found a love I can’t forget it
it extends across the cosmic range
Where stars give birth to butterflies
and other beautiful things
Quantum particle of my heart
it’s light that makes me sing

Oh Mother Ayahuasca
Do you know what you saved me from?
I was trapped in a maze of mirrors
into your arms I run
Oh Mother Ayahuasca
Do you know what you made me feel?
there’s a soul somewhere inside of me
the skin of my ego peeled.

and my heart is naked
in the middle of the night
it beats so perfect
I am freed from my plight
my heart is naked
in the middle of the night
it beats so perfect
I am freed from my plight

De ja vu, De ja Vu
Is just a soul memory
Do you remember me?
Do you

remember

me?

I

remember

you.

I remember you.

Kevon Simpson 2016 ©

Morning Meditation Message 25

“In our interactions with others, gentleness, kindness, respect are the source of harmony.” – Pocket Buddha

Sometimes the messages come from people in our lives that we are not ready to hear the message from. We form many reasons in our minds around why we should or should not listen to someone and act upon those reasons. Even if we are not making an outward display of our true feelings around what someone is sharing with us, our actions reveal the truth over time. We can’t figure it all out on our own, and not every divine message is going to come from a soft voice. There are times when we must be shaken so deeply to the core of our beliefs that we no longer have the strength to hold on to the ones that are not in the spirit of creating a better life for oneself and humanity. Sometimes the words can be triggering, but if you tap into the meditative practice of deep listening, you can hear the message underneath what one may even call aggressive communication. Let’s face it, not everyone in our world has worked on communicating the way you like it to be. Only you can do that. At times it’s not even the fact that the other person is communicating aggressively that is the problem. It is that you are so used to communicating with yourself aggressively, that the interpretation of someone else doing that to you is unbearable. It is as if your heart says “I do that quite well to myself already and I can’t take another ounce of it.”

So why let negative self talk continue? How can you set yourself free or be open to nourishing things if you can’t love yourself in your own mind? I really do mean loving everything that has happened to you, and loving even more your ability to transcend it all. You don’t have to interpret your life experience as broken. The interpretation of brokenness invites more of the life situations that create it by nature of activating the plane of thought and emotion that inevitably leads to physical manifestation. A belief in your wholeness will manifest situations that reflect it back to you. You will hear words you weren’t open to listening to before, simply because they were coming from a direction or a voice you did not want or expect it to come from. You will move beyond your ego so much, that you will even be able to listen to the parts of you that you miss. The inner child who believed in possibilities, the inner child who found play in the middle of wars, the inner child in you who creates joy effortlessly. To change your life, you must change your thoughts, and you can do so by meeting yourself with gentleness, kindness, and respect. Then you will naturally give the same to others. Self harmony = World harmony.

Your life does not have to look like anyone else for you to feel good about it. Love life. You are it, and so is the messenger. See the light beyond form, and remember the power of our souls. You are the fluid light of love eternally flowing, visiting a human body for now. Use your time wisely.

Hiding

Hi Beautiful People,

This is a piece I composed on my Manastone Steel Tongue Drum for healing ceremonial work. Her name is Tully, and I hope she creates the feeling of breathing through your heart. Remember, it is okay to be who you are.

I am open to wonderful collaborative opportunities that will allow the creating of healing music. I am also open to playing at events, art galleries, or any beautiful place that would be complimented by a beautiful sound. I’m open to ideas, let’s connect.

You can reach me here.

Cuando Los Arboles Canta

Kaleidoscopic outpouring of truth sparkling jewel,
jingling a fine fixing fiery flow of forgotten fun,
reverse twist purged open to speak in parables not uttered,
in a quiet room beckoning deeper silence still,
though billing the moment the cost of the thrill.

Where dose a song go when it leaves?
Slipping, each blinked eye lid’s memory cleaves,
the midwife of melody vines her head from the trees,
but where does an icaro go when it leaves?
Mind like drum as quiet trapping snare,
how is it that we hear music beyond silent air?

We sense where she rests, and come to meet her again,
but where does melody go to be born and call herself friend?

Tu voz era una galaxia,
quando los arboles canta,
mi corazon canta,
no es una idea profundo,
es una idea mas facil.
Amor canta en todos las lenguas.
Tus sentimientos es musica de las estrellas.

Escucha.

-Kevon Simpson 2016©

Morning Meditation Message 23

We come home and lock our doors. We leave and lock our doors. Everywhere is the automatic practice of protecting ourselves from the ever pressing realization that we can not trust our neighbors. This protection has become automatic. This protection has become an accepted part of everyday life. This way of being has made its way into the hearts of billions of people, a collective consciousness that practices fear – that justifies it via the evening news. You see, it is up to us to feed our hearts and minds something else, the possibility of unfolding a new paradigm. A world where we don’t have to lock our doors, or our hearts. Inspect the speed at which you lock people out – how you pretend no one is home. That way of being is connected to how you refuse to answer your phone when a wounded friend calls. Someone else’s pain is the needle point that bursts your heart so that compassion may flow as golden honey from it. Wouldn’t you love to find out just how sweet you really are when you aren’t slamming your doors shut? Behind the door is your pain, that secret wound you want no one to see, but in the waves of unseen vibrational expressions of the heart, there are no secrets. Intuition is original sight, love the pain out of the world, and allow the world to love the pain out of you.