Morning Meditation Message 22

On the mornings when it is hard to get up, on those days when you feel like your body and the world has betrayed you, remember that nothing is permanent. From the seeds of your despair a new beginning is being created, but you will have to free your heart from bitterness to receive it. On those mornings when the phone is too far to answer the call from a loving friend, remember the friend that lives forever in your heart. Even as the illness makes its way deeper into your blood, do not lose hope. Close your eyes and float above your life and see it from the grand perspective of all encompassing life. See how even the abuse that has happened to you, once you get over it, can become a source of compassion and understanding that allows you to help and free others. The only mistake is not seeing completely the possibility that you can fly above whatever the challenge is in your life at any given time. In fact, the gate has already been opened, by your ability to seek that which is nourishing, by the part of you that made it to the end of this paragraph in such a busy distracting world. Have a blessed day.

Mindful Shaman

Eyes wide open,
not knowing they’re asleep,
so many prefer the token,
compassionate tears I weep.
 
Saying “he’s too sensitive”
but see, it is not so.
I just love you so deeply,
show up for your show.
 
See how they wait,
clapping before you arrive,
set your sight straight,
alive but not alive?
 
My goodness, much has happened,
and I know that happened too,
but excuses are excuses,
time to see you.

Kevon Simpson ©2016

Morning Meditation Message 21

It is okay to be on the verge of tears, in a place not fit for them. Not many places in our world are dedicated to crying, so you must take the spaces as they arrive. Knowing that anyone who judges your emotional out pour, is holding a secret tear too. People will be mad at you for not helping them uphold their illusion of keeping it together. Compassion is contagious. Some see your tear, and remember that they too need to cry, and in that particular moment, they may not want to remember, they may not want to embrace the collective wound. Now here you come, all heart on your sleeve like. Your nakedness makes people uncomfortable. It is okay to make people uncomfortable. It doesn’t take much. Did you get into how crowded this place is yet? We were bound to bump into your tears sooner or later. Every drop is perfect. And I know you know, just like I know, tears do dry, wounds do heal, and life – though it never ended – somehow begins again. Have a perfect day. Remember that it is your perspective that makes it so. Aho!

Morning Meditation Message 20

Learn to say no, politely if you must. It doesn’t have to be shouted filled with conflicting feelings of pain and discomfort birthed from a desire to endlessly please that which is killing you. Not everything offered freely is for you. Learn to say no. No to the self judgement, no to the abusive relationship, no to the abusive job out of alignment with your true purpose, no to the harboring of unresolved feelings in the heart, no to the mean things you say to yourself in your mind. A wise soul once told me “Kevon, No, is a complete sentence.” Sometimes we want to explain and justify our reasoning to the one who doesn’t understand our refusal of whatever it is, saying no and repeating it with calm in your eyes can easily get your point across. If something is unhealthy for your being, why do you think you need more words than “no” to end it? Sometimes the first thing to let go of is the unneccessary use of words in situations that are best handled in silence. If no does not work, say it while walking away. Let the decision to honor your most beautiful self be so strong, that it moves your feet into the possibility of your dream. You have said yes to so much crap that makes your spirit ill. Feed your purpose clarity, by learning to say no.

Grandma’s Combs

Those cheap little combs
their teeth stung you know
little vampires of the scalp
nap eradicators they were
all for just 99 cents
back when gum was a penny
the sugar never lasted
eat another one fast
this comb has missing teeth
grandma says my mouth
will suffer the same fate
but this gum is so good
and so cheap like this grease
naps so tight they need water
I don’t unravel easy
sting of scalp plucked
bald chicken bravery
deep fried soul
tender and juicy heart
that metaphor was stupid
but you get it
tired of being too careful
thick brows trimmed
photo-shopped thoughts written
too careful without the mistakes
the comb loses more teeth
grandma dies
I remember her laugh and sneeze
so damn loud
Hurricane Gilbert loud
a Jamaican reference
yes I am that too, spiced
curry and ginger
warrior blood simmered
finger still on trigger
birds are too beautiful
to be wild they say
the vapor of clouds
taste like jet plane exhaust
this is supposed to be
going somewhere
but it isn’t really
like the parts of myself
I keep chewing off
to be perfect
sloppy life, sloppy words
no meter, chaos
all beautiful
I’ve stopped combing
through myself
with a fine tooth
comb
such sweet room
to  b  r  e  a  t  h  e
I miss you Granny.

Kevon Simpson 2015 ©

To My Keepers

Gate Keeper
Wisdom Keeper
Keeper of the key of words
How you open a chord, tuning
As forks that vibrate together
Familiar sadness, familiar joy, unlocked.
You are an opener of worlds
Gate Keeper
Wisdom Keeper
Keeper of the way of words
And how they sway to say the same thing
Thing same the say to sway they how and
Even in reverse
The clear is made message
Or is the message made clear
Or is it both?
The hummingbird
That flies backwards
The sunlight stings
Failed suicide eye
Wing of dusted moth
Flame of your soul
You are worthy of remembering
Gate Keeper
Wisdom Keeper
Keeper of the Key of words
This one is for you
When you wake in the morning
Flooded by the sadness
Of a drowned world
When you remember
That the salt in the water
Is really the tears of our children
As we lay on the sand
It dries on our skin
Summer isn’t the only season
Some wounds are like winter
Frozen hearts
Tears that fall as snowflakes
How many times do you have to hear it?
Your beauty is beyond adjectives
Gate Keeper
Wisdom Keeper
Do you remember who you are?
Fire in your soul
Repetition, unravels
The thread of forgetting
You are made to melt things
You are made to thaw
To make minds feel like spring
Keeper of the way of words
Stop playing with your time here
Clean your glasses
Cleanse the lens of your heart
See yourself clearly
Orchid Butterfly
Maker of nectar
We taste with our ears
Can’t spit out what was fed
Careful the words you say to yourself
When no one is watching
I can hear you not believing in you
I can feel you not believing in you
The madness of the world
Is you Not believing in You
That secret whispering dream
That you think is going to fail
Is Asking for you to Believe in it Fully
Wisdom Keeper
Gate Keeper
Keeper of the way of words
Awaken.

Kevon Simpson 2015 ©

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Morning Meditation Message 18

Situations will arise to put fear and frustration in your heart. If you have cleared your intuitive channels you will be prepared long before they arrive. However, if you aren’t prepared, the situation will still sharpen you and make you much stronger. Be open to that. As you open to the truth of all that is, you will feel relief in remembering that all life is cradled, including your own. Surrender to the moment and experience knowing that all is well, and that you will safely be carried to your next destination. There are bigger forces operating behind the veil supporting you, nourishing you, keeping your life in tact. You can not see gravity, but it is there, acting on even the molecular structure of your being. You can not see certain wavelengths of light, but they are there. Allow yourself to feel safe and cradled during the transition, so that your vibration continues attracting the unfolding of your highest most harmonious purpose on Earth.

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Morning Meditation Message 17

Contemplate your cosmic origin. The you before the body of human. All around is the evidence of return. Like an inhale and an exhale, our bodies are filled with life and are emptied. You are the life force, not the body. Like the trunk of a fallen tree that becomes the soil, so too will we disperse and give way to other expressions of life after our time here. Light is the soil of the soul, life is both an exploration of expansion and a return trip. Use your time here – in that beautiful specific incarnation that you are – well. It took billions of years to make you, and to leave within the fabric of your creation the freedom for you to be absolutely ridiculous. What do I mean? Well, ridiculous in the sense that sometimes you believe that your imperfections are greater than the infinite wisdom coded into – not only your soul as geometric manifestations of light – but also in the genetic codes of your body; the history of your people. Contemplate your cosmic origin, you are an exquisite being that chose to forget why you came here, so that you may feel the beauty of remembering. You wanted a break from the infinite wisdom of the soul, and a taste of new undiscovered experience. Have you had your fill of forgetting yet? I know I have! Stop judging what you see in the mirror, you are a miracle still in expansion, a miracle that not one of us can truly comprehend or put into words. Enter the doors of your hearts calling, and let gratitude carry you beyond the illusion of your limitations.

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Help

Too afraid to need people, too afraid to love
Too afraid to need people, too afraid to hug
Too afraid to be the one on receiving end
Too afraid to be the one, truly a friend

So, we disguise how we need people
With clever little games
Do this and do that for me now
Confusing all the names

Who is it that is owed, if everything is one
Who made the palms of hands
Perhaps that which made the drums
You are harmony made of rhythm
Pretending you don’t need music
So, alone in silence you sit and sulk
Just about to lose it

Blaming all the world
For every problem you face
Still, my compassion remains infinite
A divine gift of grace
I didn’t come to harm you
I only came to care
Now you send those broken wounds
Launched through silent air

How is it that you think
The energy was missed
I know you need me too
For you, a silent  kiss
Blown from hand
In the realm of thought
where all things begin
The reason why you lose
Too focused on the win
The sideways secret game
To get more than you give
Taking food from another
Expecting them to live

You don’t see the pain you cause
Only what’s done to you
How can you let anyone in
With a barbed wire point of view

Too afraid to need people, too afraid to love
Too afraid to need people, too afraid to hug
Too afraid to be the one on receiving end
Too afraid to be the one, truly a friend

Kevon Simpson 2015 ©

Morning Meditation Message 16

We’ve forgotten how to be on top of one another, which was once an integral part of our survival as a species. We migrated with little room for sleep, everything we owned on our backs, and now we can’t even sit on the crowded train together. We have lost our way, traveled miles away from the truth. What is the truth? The fact that we need each other. The fact that you choose lonely and really want love is masochistic. Stop killing yourself. Love calls all the missing pieces, reminding each that it is important. The language is love, light, and sound. It is what you feel, what you see, and what you hear. A little noise is not going to hurt you, and a little touch is not going to hurt you. When was the last time you abruptly bumped into yourself and wanted to be with you – that sweet frightening beauty that you are? It is time to remember that you are one with it all. Stop being annoyed by the small things in the mess you have created of your own life. It is okay, we have all made a mess of our lives, and the planet. Together we remember, together we take action. Step one is to remember by waking up, step two is to clean, step three is to ask for help. Change the order if you must. The formula is non-linear. This is all happening too fast to cry. Too fast to cry. Too fast to cry.