Morning Meditation Message 26

Upon the face of the Earth, there is turmoil and much suffering coming to the surface. It is calling out an activation of the Rainbow Tribe, for you act as the white blood cells of humanity and the planet. It is time to awaken beyond the separations as you have come to know them in your bodies. Forget your race, and remember it only in the sense of knowing that it is time to come together. As the colors of the Rainbow only appear to be separate. As the arms and legs and all the many parts that make your spirit vehicle are simply called the body, a functioning whole. Humanity is one body. The Earth is you. That is to say, stop using your skin as an “us against them,” stop using your religion as the “us against them,” stop using sexuality and your ideas about it as an “us against them,” stop using your spiritual practice as an “us against them,” it is always we against each other. Let go of the genetic, ancestral, pain and karma of your lineage, it is a sliver of moment when weighed against the timeless essence of your all knowing soul. Please understand. I love you so much. Free yourself. All of humanity has been chosen for the evolutionary process towards the light. Let the truth of the oneness set you free and awaken the codings of light laying dormant in your being, this will add extra vibrational power to your level of communication and its ability to direct and lead others through sound. The most important work is inside. Your voice is a dimension shifting tool. Remember that the first sound you are making is the one coming out of your heart, the next are the thoughts you are thinking. Believe that they are felt and heard, however fleeting and slight they may be. So then, work on creating habitual spit fire thoughts of the harmonious world you wish to create, where jealousy no longer holds you captive, where greed no longer holds you captive, where abuse no longer holds you captive, where the idea of separation no longer holds you captive. Seven generations ahead are counting on your awakening to the calling of your truest divine soul light in this moment, do not disappoint them by holding on to your sense satisfying distractions. Yes have fun, and get to work. It is possible to do both. Though indeed some of the work will be gritty, and painful, and bloody as any child birth is. See humanity as a child being born, you are midwives of light. Remember who you are. You help usher in ages, sun cycle after sun cycle. Meditate on this mantra: “I am ready to remember and put to use the timeless wisdom of all my soul’s incarnations.” I am Kevon for now, and I bow deeply to the light in you, remember this: You are right on time. Now hop to it. Earth Child, Star Child, Now is the Time to open up your heart.

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Again

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

Distant Space

My skin is made of shooting star, my blood is made of wish.
When my heart beats, it plays a drum spiritual warriors dance to.
I am love’s eclipse peaking over the moon in seasons long gone.
I am the return of sacred space when all is left is dust and war.
Perhaps I am too far out there, far enough to high five your dream,
far enough to shake its hands and walk it back to you,
far enough to send a postcard from the astral planes,
far enough to kiss creativity’s golden lotus petals of peace.

I am closer to you than you think,
skin made of Earth, blood of her rumbling,
relative perspective, I am only as far as she is boundless.
I may be there, but I am still here.
In this vast universe light speeds speak,
they say “all that you are close to,
is the God in each other.”

by Kevon Simpson 2014 ©

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Always With You

Embarrassed of my beating heart flowing like ocean wave to shore of separated self. The crashing sings like a glue made of cinnamon scented memories that grows legs tall enough to touch pastry sky, just past the horizon of wondering what sweetness tomorrow brings, fearful still of falling from so far, I march forward.

I break things to put them back together. Chew to eat. If only the sacrifice meant that you would remember your soul, I would wash your feet with my collected clouds. As surely as the boat sees the lighthouse, so too do I see the source of brightness in you coming clean. You are likened to celestial nourishment, you are part of humanity’s constellation, your sparkling guides out your eyes.

On shore of separated self, your light calls me to write deep past the midnight hours of lonely pillow where crickets sing to find their kin a midst the dying grass of the season. What to make of the heart that welcomes winter in its spring, the heart that affirms failure with enough abundance to read words from a stranger miles away. I pray that you remember what you have even when you think you’ve lost everything, recall that your most prized possession is no thing.

by Kevon Simpson 2014 ©

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Indestructible

Whether you wither or weather the storm find gratitude in the arm of the divinity in full view, bending light divine to burst a new strength from the pain within you. Know that now is always at the right time. Twisting as it does in infinite asymmetry, find the missing corners where love waits freely, to discover the other half of itself in a place that could not be, as tear of joy in baby’s eye life is a miracle already whole, you see. So when you fold and break and refuse to rake your missing pieces, know that the scattering of light moves the ethos via laughter in the voice of your baby nieces. Children that aren’t your own, are still your children, it is us, see how far God has thrown, yet none of us are missing, or forgotten, or gone, remember this sacred song: We are indestructible sparklings of light, that live and rise higher and higher, long after body meets its final night.

by Kevon Simpson 2014 ©