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.

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

Kevon Simpson 2015 ©

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Morning Meditation Message 8

Progress happens swift for some and slow for others. In our days here of learning and integrating the messages of the soul, let us learn to be patient. Let us remember that a drop of water fills the bucket, and remember that we may not see all the drops someone is gathering inside them. We may have our physical measuring sticks for physical things, but this is about the non physical aspect of all beings. In this non physical aspect of who we are and who others are, let us remember that the awakening process of another is happening, whether we see proof of it or not. Awakening can happen in the flash of an instant. The progress is inevitable, light is a seed that will always grow, and not always on the logical timetable we come to understand in our limited experience of knowing. No matter the age or how justified we may feel in our pain and what it has taught us, should we ever think that the same thing is happening all over again. Similar, but not the same. Can you see the grain of the lesson you might have missed? Will you make something nourishing of it instead. These are questions to ask in your silent spaces, as you come into the fullness of your being. Enjoy this beautiful day. Sorrow or joy, it is all still a gift. Open it, and your heart too.

Morning Meditation Message 7

Concentration is a gift you give to yourself. The ability to focus intently upon one thing with sincerity of heart, brings it closer to you. Sometimes it is not about distance or time, and more about vibration. Literally, how you feel in your heart, radiates out to all the world. On the truest level of being, there are no secrets, that which is in all, knows all, speaks to all. So, if what is in the silent spaces of your heart, is frustration, rage, anger, envy and so on, why think that smiling on the face will disguise this? You are always seen, not as a fear based threat or punishment – you are always seen, because you are always loved, and always have been. Watching, being aware, is a kind of love that none of us had to earn. This was a natural part of us before taking this physical body, and is a part of us even now. What am I trying to say this morning? What you seek is also seeking you, and so to honor that, you must let go of what is letting go of you. Clinging, even to the idea of how justified your frustration, rage, and anger may be, does noting for your health or the pursuit of your goals. It literally makes your immune system weaker, and keeps your dreams and goals away from you, which then makes you more upset and bitter, which then lowers your immune system some more, and on and on the cycle goes until you end up in the hospital blaming the world for it all. Forgive and let go. You are the landlord of your own mind. What kind of tenants have you moved in? Catch yourself today, in that moment of the knee-jerk response to whatever it is that bothers you, change the thought. Take a deep breath, and change the thought, this is likened to changing the keys. Are you following the metaphor? Stop painting the house to fix a leak in the basement, the work is internal. Be patient with yourself as you would be with a small child, and in time you will build a wellspring of resilience, the focus needed, to truly reach your goal. We are all children on the inside, the tantrums however, can be a little bit more complex. Stop. Enjoy this lovely day, it is a gift, and so is the life in you.

Morning Meditation Message 6

What is mindfulness? Meditation with the eyes wide open, in the literal sense. If your heart is open, and if your breathing is deep as you witness all around you, this is what is meant by being in the present moment. When you are present, how can you miss what is being fed to your mind? As the body literally becomes what it eats, the mind also becomes what you feed it. Enjoy your entertainment, but make room for something that fills the depths of the soul, something that brightens the mind. If you watch hours and hours of nonsense media, and never take a moment to be with yourself, it really is your own fault that you can’t sleep at night. It is your own fault that when you try to close your eyes, the images and thoughts begin racing. How well can media designed to distract and lead astray completely serve you? What is the symptom of this collective distraction? An incessant sense of urgency as you race to find out what’s happening in your favorite episode of whatever, what’s happening on the facebook page of so and so, what’s the latest shell-of-self-worth product to buy, how fast can you skip that ad, when is Friday getting here, how funny is this video, what am I having for dinner tonight, is the laundry done, who’s on the guest list, who isn’t, how much food can this buy, am I eating right, should I lose weight, should I gain weight, is my nose where it should be, can everyone else see this pimple, wrinkle, smile line, do I still look young, do I still feel young, how young am I compared to so and so, how wealthy am I compared to so and so, I want my old life back, I want my new life, I want them both, I want them both in an instant, who has time for waiting, more coffee, more coffee, more coffee. Doesn’t that sound like insanity to you? Stop feeding it to yourself. If you watch something else, you will think something else. You can not force stillness, you can not force clarity, you must practice them long enough for them to become habitual ways of being. Would you walk through a smog filled city and have the naivetĂ© to think that it wasn’t having an effect on your health? How is it that we live in a culture that feeds us garbage media on a mass scale, and think that it is not having an effect on the overall mental health of the entire population. Smog of the mind. Reality tv = Reality life = nothing real at all. If you want peace, joy, love, happiness, bliss, you’ll have to clean all that mental mess up yourself. Not the therapist, not the book, not this post, not the pill, will jump inside you and change the internal state of chaos our culture has conditioned you to experience. Take your life back. Take your mind back. Breathe. Take a moment to breathe.

Morning Meditation Message 5

Who you are when no one is watching, is who you really are. Even in the face of injustice, keep the possibility of togetherness in your heart, keep the possibility of a unified humanity in your mind. The possibility has nothing to do with what you are actually seeing in front of you, and everything to do with the power of what your thoughts can create. Thoughts of freedom were created before the possibility of freedom was acted upon by those before you, if you are black and can read this, there is your evidence. This is a message of hope that goes beyond the limitation of circumstance. Let your resolve be strengthened by the memory of those who have come before you – whatever your background may be – yes, your people have fought to be heard too. Since we all have fighting-to-be-heard in common, and misunderstandings bubbling over the cups edge, let us fine-tune our listening, ready to clean up what has spilled by accident. Mindful listening, the kind of listening you do with the breathing deep in the bottom of your belly. Listening you do without thinking of a response while the person is still speaking, or while you are still reading their words. It is hard for you to be present with others, because you have a hard time being present with yourself. Stop interrupting the sentences from your own soul, and mindfully listen to the wisdom already inside you. It is always speaking, in a whisper yes, but the possibility is there for it to be heard and set free. See your history? Look how much has been done with even smaller possibilities evident before the taking of the action. Stop complaining, get up, do something. The best part of you is not made of weakness, you are billions of years of strength perfected from a dying stars explosion. Piece yourself back together, your scattering is an illusion. The best part of you is already whole. Count your blessings, starting with the breath you are inhaling and exhaling without permission right now. Count even the water that makes your blinking smooth. See clearly into this moment. Have a wonderful day!


You have shown me your soft
I will not make fun of it
that would make you cry
you are all pillows on the inside
you want someone to lay on you
all night and into the morning
flip you over on the cool side
you are cool, too cool for school
and I see it on the surface
fancy casing from the discount store
where you hide down feathers
they don’t fly anymore
fluff them a little my darling
those soft soft insides of yours
nothing sexual, all tender wound
you have shown me your soft
and I will not make fun of it
nor reveal secrets of your crumbling
I have no desire to manipulate
the canvas of your life
see here, I don’t even lend colors
I just show you your crayons
how could you forget the rainbow
damn it! You are the gold
at the end.

by Kevon Simpson © 2014


Sometimes I feel like tiny man with only almost dreams,
like tea kettle on low, with only half the steam.
Where is the air, to make sharp calling sound of whistle?
Dreams once made of marble, now come cracked and brittle.
What say I to all the friends who believed so dear,
that my feet would walk the water top without a single fear?
While drowning, how can I tell them I’ve fallen far beneath,
the treasure I was hunting for and never got to meet?
How do I find the courage to face them once again,
as cemetery bones cry earth to mock, break, and bend,
everything I thought I knew about my tired self;
see them collecting dust now, those dreams upon the shelf?
Quivering hand and bedside lamp, reaching careful touch,
perhaps I’ll pull them closer now, I’ve missed them oh so much.

by Kevon Simpson © 2014

Dear Mystery Killer

Dear Mystery Killer,

Keep me with my wonder, woeful as it may make your logical left brain, keep your words out of my veins.  I beg of you, keep me in my unknowing, so that I may see a flower – though named before – as a new miracle, a sacred geometric unfolding transfixed by ray of light. Tell me, how in memory does the scent of an orchid take flight? Labeled have you the parts of the eye, but how is it that you factually see, that because I choose to embrace the wonder, somehow the world has gotten the best of me? I lift my head from the pillow, I am more awake than you remember, more awake than the soul you can’t hear sing, overridden with logic that lays behind to clip your wings. Speak to me when sleepless nights, that wrap your rib-cage with the lullaby illusion of knowing through touch, grow old and from your heart release their tired clutch. We are more than physical. Your bed of arrogance is comfortable, and though I may seem trapped to you, it is your mind that is not free, and so your understanding of my spirit, will always swiftly flee.


by Kevon Simpson © 2014


I know where to go,
how to compound words so tightly,
they squeeze moisture out of the air,
but only in the shape of golden tears.
Treasure, at the end of rainbows.

Set it on a mark to go!
Your flow can set a hand free.
Heart can be your new start,
free fly and find tomorrow’s glee.

I have a chest made of map;
know thyself is written across the top,
where myself remains smitten sapped,
I go sweetly within my souls glowing pot.

It sings like. . .

mysterious melodious magic music,
that moves it past the point of pain;
like cranes that fly to lift
heavy things that no longer sing
to deeply planted grain.

Grow to the heights of tallest tree!

Set your heart free!
Like mysterious melodious magic music.
Eye on the goal, walking rubble road,
sure to touch it, even after fork-split.

Our souls are made of bliss!

I know where to go,
how to compound words so tightly,
they squeeze moisture out of the air,
but only in the shape of golden tears,
that later become rainbow treasure,
that frees us from our fears.

by Kevon Simpson © 2014