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

Recipe: Becoming a Wild Flower in a Paved World

You will need a few things
and you have none of them right now.
Read that lie again, and erase it from your mind.
That is step one, overcoming the lie
that you are not enough.

Skipping that step,
will burn everything before you begin.
You are not clever enough
to thwart the laws of manifestation,
and why would you want to?
To prove what? That you are alone?

See your self-masochism for what it is.
The universe is you,

Stop denying your own support.

Because you hurry through so much
I find pleasure in repeating my lines
a sentence is easier than an incarnation
so I write to remind you
and to free my soul.

See your self-masochism for what it is.
The universe is you,

Stop denying your own support.

The time between steps varies
from wild flower to wild flower.
The past serves only as compost.
A summer bloomed orchid
and a plastic house plant
will never be alike.
Celebrate the real in you,
let rotting things rot,
and allow the melting of the facade.
Open the window of your eyes
and let the stinging soot out,
allow it not to cloud your future anymore.

You must find the other hippies.
Listen to what they have to say.
Some have grown up,
and stopped wearing their flowers,
they conformed out of safety,
but they give themselves away,
via the hope they still have for the world.
They are the first to help in a disaster.
They can’t help it. Thank God.

Broaden your concept of God,
to fit more than the people,
who look just like your tribe.
All humans look alike,
stop killing our rain forests
and its animals.

And now for Step 2
This thing here we call life,
is all about you,
and indeed the butterfly too.
Finish the rest of this poem,
with the delicate actions of your life.

Let Bake for an entire age.

Serving Size: Planetary.

Kevon Simpson 2015©

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 ©

Morning Meditation Message 19

Call forth the healing of the ancestral wound. The part of you, your conscious mind does not know is hurt. Genetic wounds that have long outgrown their stay. How? Intent works magic, simply intend for that to be a part of your inner healing journey, then the wisdom of your soul and the infinite light it is connected to will do the rest. Buried in your bones are the memories of the slave trade, or the concentration camp, or the eradication of indigenous tribes and their language – the pain of medicine men and women destroyed long before we had the limits of science to explain the mystery of life as inaccurately as it does. It is inaccurate because the picture is not complete, there are intangible things, things that can not be measured in the mind of the one doing the measuring. Show me the infinite-ruler that can measure the infinite, such a thing does not exist. And then we put all the measured things in books and call it “knowing,” and become arrogant when someone tells us “There is more to life,” especially if we view that person as less than our self. But, this is not “knowing,” it is “remembering” and what you see in our books is simply what we have remembered, but knowing is infinite, and can not be bound by pages. Knowing is a state of being, a state of surrender, a divine receptivity of the moment. For that which is already flowing within you does not need to be fought to be attained, just remember to be still and what you need to know will come when you need to know it. We are still expanding the the capacity of our intelligence. Work on your emotional intelligence, in order to heal and transcend the ancestral wounds of the past. Words are medicine. Thank you for taking mine in. I love you, I really do. How can I help?

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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 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 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!