Poetry in Rhythm

Dominion in 7 Steps

2010-02-02T15:51:00.006-06:00

This poem is both the longest poem and my favorite poem I have ever written. It's my favorite because it was deeply inspired and the messages in the poem are things I strongly believe in. The poem describes a seven step process I came up with for dealing with any type of situation. Every step deals with an action needed to be done regarding God. I strongly hope that this poem's message is both helpful and useful. Thanks for taking the time to read my poetry...

By following these simple steps

no matter what the situation,

your soul will surely rise above-

singing with joyful exclamation:

First and foremost trust

is the important starting place.

Complete, unwavering trust

that God is setting our pace.

Humble asking is the next step.

By striving for understanding,

you are setting yourself up

for a smooth and steady landing.

Not a selfish, arrogant asking,

or a whiny, ungrateful plea;

but a true desire to grow and be led-

acknowledging your want to be free.

Then the hardest but most crucial step,

patience - waiting for answered prayer.

It may feel like you're waiting forever,

but patience keeps you prepared.

Discouragement and frustration

can be loud and tangible feelings,

but it's just the ego creating drama,

trying to get in the way of healing.

While patiently living the questions,

it's vital to listen to our Source;

always tuning in to the good,

always vigilantly staying on course.

Watch for signs of your right place.

Choose to listen to the still, small voice.

God is always sending His angels;

we receive them when we make that choice.

Then, once you receive an angel-

when, at last, direction is clear-

you can obey straightaway.

Healing will manifest if you adhere.

By obeying God's instruction,

the next step is automatic:

It's simply glorifying God,

and your life will feel ecstatic.

With all this joy, come the final step-

as essential as the rest.

In order to receive more good,

give gratitude for how you've been blessed.

Resistance works its hardest

right before it's crushed and beaten.

So don't give in, but give more;

do the opposite of what it's screamin'.

Then when you feel your full dominion-

when the illusion of evil has lost-

you'll realize what was all along:

God is the one and only Boss.

This freeing feeling is so complete,

so victorious, so alive!

A healing power like none else-

one only God could contrive.

Therefore, in any situation,

or with anything troubling you:

trust, ask, be patient, listen,

obey, glorify, and give gratitude for Truth.

--DW 9/09

This Moment is Now

2010-02-02T15:39:00.006-06:00

This piece was originally the first five stanzas of "Dominion in 7 Steps", but I feel they fit better as their own separate poem...

This moment is right now.
Here, exactly where you are.
Nothing else in the world matters,
neither near here nor far.

You are new every moment.
Progress is God's law.
Then since you reflect God,
progress is also your law.

Past and future are only limits;
they actually aren't even real.
They just want to get us all
to change the way we feel.

What we've learned is a part of us.
It shows us how we've grown.
The future is irrelevant;
it is completely unknown.

By solely living in the now,
your heart can wholly live and learn
to its fullest potential, then
you'll reap the good you earn.

--DW 9/09

Day 100

2009-08-27T22:54:00.005-05:00

Today was Day 100 in my four commitments to write poetry, juggle, do an ab workout, and review my life purpose and vision I discovered in March. So, naturally, I decided to write my poem about Day 100 and the 100 Day Commitment process...

Day 100 is here at last!

A goal was set and is officially complete.

More than fourteen weeks have now gone past,

over which an activity I did repeat.

There were four activities to be exact;

the improvement in each very fulfilling.

It's amazing the progress and committed impact,

and it all starts from just being willing.

Willing to be disciplined before you've even begun,

willing to beat human resistance to the core,

willing to forgive and start back at day one;

and once you reach 100; well, why not do more?

--DW 8/09

The Run

2009-08-18T22:06:00.021-05:00

This poem is dedicated to that crazy activity that constantly pushes human limits...

The run

is joyful.

The run

is boundless.

The run

is rhythmic.

The run

is hard work.

The run

is the climb up the mountain.

The run

is the descent down the mountain.

The run

is another chance to face the beast.

The run

is dominion in action.

The run

is when resistance tries harder the further you go.

The run

is when fatigue yells no.

The run

is when you yell "Yes!"

The run

is when you decide to go.

The run

is a classroom.

The run

is when the majority of demonstrations happen.

The run

is consistent progress.

The run

is an just as much a discovery as an escape.

The run

is freedom.

The run

is where there are no rules.

The run

is possible.

The run

is happening...

right this moment.

The run

on the path less traveled

is as quick as

the walk

on the straight and narrow path.

The run

also often turns the path less traveled

into the straight and narrow.

The run

therefore begs the question:

Why walk the straight and narrow

when you can RUN it?

--DW 8/09

Tonight's Gratitude

2009-08-17T23:03:00.000-05:00

My gratitude for the evening...

I'm grateful to God for daily bread;

always a new moment to explore.

I'm grateful that God has a plan for me;

for knowing now and nothing more.

I'm grateful for Life and its supply,

and all of its surprises unknown.

My heart is singing the purest joy,

the purest joy it has ever known.

--DW 8/09

Life Is

2009-07-24T10:13:00.006-05:00

A poem I wrote in Sunday School about Life...

Life is.

Life is here.

Life is now.

Life is always.

Life is good.

Life is unbeatable.

Life is pure.

Life is self-sustaining.

Life is understanding.

Life is evolving.

Life is progress.

Life is a walk.

Life is a run.

Life is free.

Life simply is.

--DW 7/09

Love Reigns

2009-07-18T16:06:00.004-05:00

"Divine Love always has met and always will meet every human need."

Love reigns.

It breaks the chains,

cleans the stains,

and heals the pains.

It stops the rains,

and hurricanes.

It brings us gains,

and leads us down God's lane.

Divine Love will remain.

--DW 7/09

Unlimited Rhythm

2009-07-14T13:01:00.001-05:00

An acrostic poem of my spiritual name...

Undoubtedly

Not

Lost

Matter's

Inconsistent

Tirade

Excluding

Dominion

Releasing

Harmony

Yielding

Heavenly

Melody

--DW 6/09

Decision Making

2009-07-10T07:04:00.005-05:00

"Not my will, but Thine be done."

There are many,

when there should be one.

There's worry,

when there should be fun.

There's human,

when there should be divine.

I'll just trust

that everything's gonna be fine.

When my will

wants to tear me limb from limb,

I'll still trust

that it's all up to Him.

'Cause I know

that I'm here to grow and learn.

So I'll show

what I reap is mine to earn.

Since God's plan

is most definitely preferred,

the first step

is to listen for His Word.

--DW 7/09

God's Message

2009-07-07T12:53:00.004-05:00

This is the comforting message I heard from God a few days ago in the form of poetry...

Take a deep breath,

there's a whole lot left.

Step back and see,

just let it flow naturally.

I'm by your side--

in front of you and behind.

You'll never be anywhere

where you are not in my care.

Whole-hearted trust

is a definite must,

for you shall say happily,

"I know that God is with me!"

And I'll reply, "You are right!"

I always hold on tight

to the perfect children I make.

I never make a mistake.

You are whole and complete,

never missing a beat,

always expressing Me;

the Truth makes you free.

Courageous and fearless

you live your life tearless;

'cause with Me by your side

you shall forever abide.

--DW 6/09

My Camp Vision

2009-06-26T07:07:00.000-05:00

My vision for Camp Owatonna this summer and every summer...

There's a dedicated camp out there

that knows exactly how to live.

Their purpose and their custom

is to always be ready to give.

There's no place like it.

There's really nowhere else

where you can so fully get out

of the mindset of self.

It's the purest site on earth.

Whether with others or alone,

you'll get out what you put in

at this home away from home.

The counselors are committed

completely to their kids.

The love unconditionally--

something selfishness forbids.

They are leaders with dominion.

They don't believe in any lack.

Making a difference in others' lives

with "Be the Best" as their chief plaque.

Where is this place out there

that boys return to again and again?

It's Camp Owatonna:

the camp that builds true men.

--DW 6/09

Acrostic Poems

2009-06-22T20:53:00.003-05:00

I wrote these this past week out here in Maine at Camp Owatonna...

Boundless

Expression

Allowing

Yield

Letting

One

Vision

Evolve

Peacefully

Relying

God's

Road

Equalling

Steady

Steps

Little

Illegitimate

Mortal

Illusions

Talking

Smack

Domination

Over

Mortal

Illusions

Naturally

Inspiring

Omnipotence

Now

--DW 6/09

Beyond

2009-06-18T19:33:00.003-05:00

I wrote this one on the last night of the Alaskan cruise...

In the innocent ripple,

in the rhythmic waves,

in the high cliff faces,

in the big bear caves,

In the towering mountain peaks,

in the cold glacial ice,

in the humpback whales,

in bigger than what will just suffice,

In the sun through the clouds,

in the dancing light reflections,

there lies one simple thing:

complete perfection.

...Yet even beyond this perfection,

lies something yet to be seen.

It will transcend the realm of possible.

Please let it crash over me.

--DW 6/09

Holly's Poems

2009-06-17T19:04:00.003-05:00

So one of the many things I learned while in Alaska was that my 16 year-old sister is a fabulous poet. She wrote three amazing poems in three consecutive nights while we were on our cruise. I figured I'd post them to my blog, so here they are in the order that they were written. The third one is especially powerful...

Alaska

Unplugged from confusion,

must leave it behind at last.

Surrounded by the ocean,

the storm has finally past.

We plunge into the beauty;

the nowhere of it all.

Alaska is a stranger

where foreign creatures crawl.

I stand up on the bow

with the wind against my face.

I feel so at home

in the free, majestic place.

The beauty of our earth

just flooded my green eyes.

Where water meets the shore,

and the mountains kiss the skies.

The ocean's determination

to be there for the whale.

The whale jumps, breaks its surface,

and then happily wags its tail.

The natural coexistence,

and the painting it creates

surround us with perfection

in its raw and untouched state.

We leave no trace behind us,

but the peace that came before;

and all that we take with us

are the memories that we store.

Digital or mental

our pictures will remain;

and so will great Alaska,

which will ever be the same.

--HW 6/09

Collecting Scenes

A bear lurks at the forest's edge.

Five whales come say hello.

The puffins float right by our side.

The sea lion's bark is low.

The otter smiles as it plays.

The eagle gives us the eye.

The moose gallops down the beach

as we float on by.

The glaciers carve inch by inch.

The mountains stand their ground.

The glassy water mirrors the sky.

The ocean makes no sound.

We spend hours collecting scenes

with cameras by the bow,

until the sun falls asleep

somewhere beyond the clouds.

--HW 6/09

What It Must Be

A friendly attack,

a look in the eye.

Though we rip through it,

the ocean never cries.

A crack in the ice,

the view from behind.

Though they fall apart,

the mountains won't rewind.

The eagle eats the fish.

The bear growls in pain.

Though the boat barges through,

peace will still remain.

The gruesome fight of nature

to be what it must be.

The avalanche and storm

create the calm beauty.

Nature isn't sad

for the things it may have lost.

Death brings out new life;

such glory has a cost.

The troubles we face

may come and they may go,

but the mountains cannot hide

under the thin white snow.

Though the damage may be out

for everyone to see,

every part of nature

creates its beauty.

And so the earth is whispering,

telling us the key:

let go of the past

and, at last, be free.

--HW 6/09

Alaska

2009-06-16T19:10:00.002-05:00

Here's a poem I wrote the first night on the cruise in Alaska...

There's a consciousness here unlike

any place I've ever been.

One that envelops the human senses;

I shall describe it with my pen.

There's a coexistence here unlike

any place I've ever seen.

It has the look of purity;

the colors of blue and green.

There a peace here unlike

any place I've ever heard.

It has the sound of serenity;

the gentle calling of a bird.

There's a freedom here unlike

any place I've ever felt.

It has the touch of infinitude;

together sea and sky melt.

There's an aroma here unlike

any place I've ever smelled.

It has the scent of imagination,

a freshness that can't be quelled.

There's a flavor here unlike

any place I've ever tasted.

It has the taste of forgiveness;

renewal will not be wasted.

I've unmasked this new sensation,

and it's everywhere I'll ever be.

God's creation of liberation

to all who have an impulse to be free.

--DW 6/09

Seven Synonyms

2009-06-07T08:18:00.003-05:00

Many ways to say the same thing...

Love.

An understanding way

to say...

I care.

Truth.

An honest way

to say...

it's fair.

Life.

A beautiful way

to say...

I'm here.

Spirit.

An active way

to say...

I have no fear.

Soul.

A unique way

to say...

I flow.

Mind.

An intelligent way

to say...

I know.

Principle.

A righteous way

to say...

it's the law.

God.

A perfect way

to say...

Awe.

--DW 6/09

Carol of the Rebellion

2009-06-05T10:14:00.006-05:00

The third and final song that I wrote for the project. It is sung to the tune of "Carol of the Bells"...

1948,

Arabs meet their fate.

Palestinian's hate,

Israelis set them straight.

'67 War,

Arabs hit the floor.

Land the Israeli's score,

three times as much as before.

With terrorism, intifadahs, Fatah vs. Hamas, all hope seems lost.

Can't win a war, with Palestine divided, what would it cost, who is the boss?

Refugees kicked out of their homes.

Just simply left free to roam.

Can't visit the rock under the dome.

Overtaken by those who say "Shalom".

What is our crime,

Mother Palestine?

Now is the time,

together we shall climb

the heights of the sublime.

--DW 6/09

A Palestinian Mother to Her Son

2009-06-04T16:23:00.009-05:00

Here's the second song I wrote for my project. It's a lullaby...

Be calm my child, wipe away your tears,

you have the right to be.

Stay calm my child, stand up with your peers,

you are holding the key.

Look calm my child, it's fully crystal clear,

the sights that you have to see.

Live calm my child, overcome your fears,

and join the fight to be free.

[Chorus]:

'Cause son we can be free, free!

Please baby, come with me!

There is no enemy, just those who disagree.

Yes, we shall all be free, free, free, free!

Sit up my child, look up at the moon,

feel the presence of peace.

Stand up my child, you'll be home soon,

back to our house by the beach.

Rise up my child, as free as a balloon,

your fear of falling will decrease.

Just dance my child, to this simple tune.

The tune, yes the tune of peace.

[Chorus]

Be calm mother, wipe away your tears,

you have the right to be.

Live calm my child, overcome your fears,

and join the fight to be free.

--DW 5/09

Tear Down the Wall

2009-06-03T19:08:00.006-05:00

I will finally post the three songs I wrote for my final project in my Israel-Palestine class. I will post them along with a video file of the song. I performed all three of them with Janet Irvine and Tim Dixon. This first one is the longest of the three and my favorite as well...

Where do you draw the line

between Israel and Palestine?

When will they decide

what is yours and what is mine?

A line turns into a border.

A request turns into an order.

A border turns into a wall,

then a wall sets off disorder.

Yet the highest wall still standing

is a lack of understanding.

A wall built in one's mind;

a wall that's still expanding.

[Chorus]:

Let's tear down the wall!

Watch it fall, let it fall!

The other side comes into view;

there's nothing in the world so beautiful.

Let's tear down the wall!

Using love as our maul.

Building strong bonds in its place

to reconnect and bring peace to all.

Can there be a peaceful decision

in a clash of hard-nosed religions?

Where do we bend and where do we break?

So use the eyes of forgiving vision.

Can we build an understanding state

on this foundation and pillars of hate?

Jews want security, Arabs want return,

but with this wall, there's still no debate.

A wall's purpose should be to protect,

but instead of approve, it screams "reject!"

Speak with others instead of hiding from them.

A wall blocks all attempts to connect.

[Chorus]

Stop blaming others in this battle range

for its conflicted history of land exchange.

It does no good to focus on the past;

just focus on what we truly can change.

The distinct possibility of peace

is far too good to release.

Everyone can grow to share

and allow this fighting to cease.

[Chorus]

Let's tear down the wall!

Let's tear down this wall!

Let's tear down your wall!

Let's tear down all the walls in the world keeping us from love!

--DW 5/09

Rise

2009-05-21T15:13:00.009-05:00

So I'm still working on a longer poem that I'll be turning into a song, and I haven't had as much time to work on it as I'd like. So, again in the meantime, here's another song I wrote for my band last fall...

Look at this world.

Look at existence.

Do you see greatness?

Or do you see resistance?

Do you see hard work?

Or do you see reluctance?

Do you see true growth?

Or are we stuck in this?

Look at this world,

all its repetition.

Now look at your life.

It's time for progression.

[Chorus]:

It's the moment to realize

that NOW is the time.

There are no limits

to how high we can climb.

It's time to understand

we're better than we believe.

It's time to understand

faith is all we need...

RISE! ...from the cities, from the streets!

RISE! ...everybody to your feet!

RISE! ...to the challenge, to great heights!

RISE! ...and you'll see beautiful sights!

Are your wheels suspended,

spinning in place?

Neither forwards nor backwards,

a giant cycle in space.

Without touching a thing,

having no purpose at all.

Basically non-existent,

causing us only to fall.

Or are your wheels in motion,

never dwelling on the past.

Climbing higher and higher,

making an impact at last.

[Chorus]

Take a stand today

when you look at existence.

Do us all a favor

and say no to resistance.

[Chorus]

As long as you rise, rise, rise,

you'll never need a disguise.

Cause when you rise, rise, rise,

you're a bird soaring in the sky.

Yes if you rise, rise, rise,

you will find to your surprise,

that when you rise, rise, rise,

the light will open your eyes!

--DW 11/08

Our Many Hats

2009-05-18T10:13:00.005-05:00

I'm working on a couple longer poems right now, so in the meantime, here's a poem I wrote during the Freshman Writing Seminar last September. It's about the many hats we wear in life...

Hats, hats, so many hats;

we all wear so many hats.

But these aren't like birthday hats,

or crowns, or wigs, or baseball caps.

We're always wearing some kind of hat,

sometimes even more than one.

Constantly taking off, and putting on,

it really sounds like lots of fun.

One, or two, or three, or four,

it just depends on how we feel.

How silly this all would look,

if these hats were actually real.

You could wear an athlete's hat;

these hats are dirty, soaked in sweat.

Or maybe an artist's hat;

these are as colorful as they get.

Or the hat of a musician:

vibrant, shiny, full of sound.

Or any hat that requires real work

persistently worn, though it falls to the ground.

Hopefully, you've worn a teacher's hat,

always ready to help another.

Or the many roles in family:

daughter, son, father, mother.

But the hat we should always have on,

is the one we can forever depend.

The one that loves no matter what.

The one of a true friend.

Everyone owns different hats,

gaining new ones as they live.

The more we receive as we go,

the more we have, to give.

--DW 9/08

Nightshine

2009-05-14T15:01:00.011-05:00

The sphere of reflected light that shines in the night is truly something to behold...

There is a glowing light.

I can see it,

though it is very far from my eyes.

It illuminates the night;

watch it sit,

floating high above in the skies.

It shines so very bright;

fiercely lit,

on a path of virtue it flies.

Its constant progress slight;

a circle or a slit.

Watch its ever-changing size.

Just let it take flight,

quite a bit,

as it climbs to the highest of highs.

Reflects the sun just right.

A plain transmit;

like how we are God's reprise.

Colored a gentle white,

and so legit.

Its magnificence is its disguise.

Always a sublime sight,

like Brad Pitt.

All reason its splendor defies.

It never puts up a fight;

nor will it quit.

Every night, without fail, it will rise.

It's me and the moon tonight,

I must admit,

I pray that this night never dies.

--DW 5/09

Like a Phoenix

2009-05-12T07:56:00.007-05:00

This poem refers to the bird, the phoenix, that will ignite into flames and turn to ashes at the end of its life cycle. Then the bird will rise again from its ashes, reborn to begin another life.

If you find there's someone with whom you don't mix,

rise from the ashes just like a phoenix.

If you're feeling down because you lost by six,

rise from the ashes just like a phoenix.

If you're frustrated because you keep getting tricked,

rise from the ashes just like a phoenix.

If there's something you feel that you just can't fix,

simply rise from the ashes just like a phoenix.

--DW 5/09

We Are Prophets

2009-05-10T12:37:00.005-05:00

This is the first non-rhymer in a while. It is dedicated to the friend who first shared this message with me...

I am a prophet.

And so are you.

We are not separate.

We are brought together

by our Father-Mother.

And by our mission.

There are no biblical prophets

or modern-day prophets.

There are just

prophets.

We are special;

but no more special

than anyone else.

We are all prophets.

We are all headed

the same way;

just on different routes

to get there.

We are

spreading our message

as we walk it,

and live it.

A message

of joy...

of love...

of listening...

of commitment...

of limitless being...

Of living life

BIGGER

than the realm of

"possible"...

Of consistently

showing up

on purpose.

I am a prophet.

And so are you.

--DW 5/09

There's a Whole Lot

2009-05-09T12:14:00.007-05:00

No matter where you are in this experience, there's still a whole lot to be grateful for in advance...

There is a whole lot of life still to live.

There is a whole lot of love still to give.

There are a whole lot of games still to play.

There is a whole lot of truth still to say.

There are a whole lot of people still to meet.

There is a whole lot of food still to eat.

There are a whole lot of lessons still to learn.

There are a whole lot of blessings still to earn.

There is a whole lot of prayer still to bestow.

There is a whole lot of room still to grow.

So don't be sad when you're not in your groove;

there are a whole lot more chances still to improve.

--DW 5/09

Search the Universe

2009-05-08T08:00:00.004-05:00

This one was triggered by seeing the new Star Trek movie...

Search the universe far and wide.

Search real hard and you shall find:

There's nothing finite that resides,

because there's nothing else besides

infinite Life - it freely abides;

so let that be your eternal guide.

--DW 5/09

Let Your Sun Rise

2009-05-06T07:42:00.006-05:00

This poem was inspired by an analogy I received from a friend saying "nothing can prevent the dawn." Also, I must give credit: the third stanza is a re-worded version of one of my favorite quotes by Eckhart Tolle. It is from his book "A New Earth"...

If it feels like it's all getting worse;

like your cause for living is lost and gone,

stop and remember that the night is darkest

just before the transcendent dawn.

If you sit around and sulk like a victim,

you'll find your sunrise will be delayed.

But nothing can stop the sun from rising;

let it freely surface to begin a new day.

We are given the evolving experiences we need

to progress and learn life's whys and hows.

So how do we know this is the experience we need?

Because this is the one we're having right now.

Try taking action to find resourceful solutions;

there's no good excuse not to perform.

The past is over - it can't be changed.

Focus on what you actually can transform.

Then your sunlight will

e m e r g e

from the storm.

--DW 5/09

Just Run

2009-05-05T10:35:00.004-05:00

This is one of my favorite poems I've written so far...

Run in the sun.

Run in the rain.

Run in California.

Run in Maine.

Run in the forest.

Run on the bluffs.

Run in layers.

Run in the buff.

Run at dusk.

Run at dawn.

Run a mile.

Run a marathon.

Run on the beach.

Run in the snow.

Run up a mountain.

It doesn't matter where you go.

Just run for the love.

Run with a friend.

Run for dominion.

Run to transcend.

Above all...

Just run.

Run free.

Run far.

Run forever.

--DW 5/09

The Tree of Utmost Being

2009-05-04T07:51:00.006-05:00

This poem is dedicated to whom the poem is about...

Who holds a room full of love that needs no key?

Who lives a life full of joy and glee?

Who's danced with grace since they were but a bairn so wee?

Who is the freest of the freest of the free?

Whose smile lights up a room to an infinite degree?

Who should be hired as Life's emcee?

Who has more beautiful peace than any view one could see?

Who conquers all challenges and will never flee?

Who's ready to help faster then you can count to three?

Who's as talented as one could possibly be?

Who makes a difference and gives all credit to Thee?

The answer is my amazing sister Being Tree.

--DW 5/09

What It Takes

2009-05-02T08:22:00.005-05:00

After seeing the newest X-Men Superhero movie about Wolverine, I wrote this first poem of May...

Does it have to take super powers to make a difference?

Does it have to take video games to have any fun?

Does it have to take violence to make a strong point?

Does it have to take pain to spark change in someone?

No, actually.

None of the above.

All it takes

is boundless Love.

--DW 5/09

Life Eternal

2009-04-30T08:03:00.001-05:00

After a friend's mother passed away on the Sunday of the lesson "Probation After Death", I've been pondering the subject and was inspired to write about it...

Death is often looked as an end.

It is looked at as a last breath;

but confinement in an earthly body

is the only thing that ends with death.

Death is just a passing on

to somewhere out of sight from earth;

but a being never ceases being,

it continues on to a new birth.

So just because we can't see the ones

who've left the world we live in,

doesn't mean they're separate from us.

Through God, they watch us from within.

Though they pass, we are forever connected

to those who's lives we've touched.

They'll eternally feel your deepest love

in a sincere "thank you very much."

--DW 4/09

Pure Listening

2009-04-29T09:50:00.007-05:00

Simply listen. That is all that's needed. Listening applies to every relationship we have - including with ourselves and with God. Do it effectively and you can make an enormous difference...

What are you communicating

when you listen to your friends?

Will they be thinking "this is someone

on whom I can depend.

Someone who's consistently there

with a helping hand to lend.

Someone who's completely sincere,

and isn't going to pretend.

Someone who'll float down my river,

no matter which way it bends."

"Someone who's not trying to fix me,

who'll go further than meaningless chatter,

who understands what's important to me,

who's willing to climb up my ladder,

who'll remember things from dialogues past,

who won't condemn or make dreams shatter,

who'll ride shotgun and let me drive,

who'll be my catcher instead of a batter,

who listens with caring whatever the topic

who shows me that right now I am all that matters."

Pure brotherly and sisterly love

is the message deep listening sends.

Is this what you're communicating

when you listen to your friends?

--DW 4/09

Limits: Irrelevant

2009-04-28T10:01:00.003-05:00

We are limitless...

Human limits are irrelevant,

They possess zero authority.

They can have absolutely no effect,

when Truth holds your majority.

The minute a suggested limit shows up,

make dominion your priority.

Your choice is clear with the gentle voice of God:

"It's either you... or it's Me."

--DW 4/09

Fully Committed

2009-04-26T09:13:00.007-05:00

I missed a day two days ago, so yesterday was Day 1 again. This is what came up for me to write about...

100 days may seem like a long time;

it may seem like a huge mountain to climb.

To stay committed for 100 straight days?

"If I could make it that long, I'd be amazed."

But that type of thinking won't let you progress.

To turn yourself around, just say "Yes!"

It's simply one day at a time as you go,

plus you'll be surprised how much you will grow.

And if you happen to miss a day,

no need to condemn yourself in any way.

All you do is start back at day one;

'cause it's no different than any other day...

You just get it done.

--DW 4/09

Resting in Action

2009-04-25T14:51:00.003-05:00

I wrote this poem late at night, inpsired by my struggle not to fall asleep...

Just like God, we rest in action;

so let the night and day mesh.

Sustained by every active deed,

simply BE and you're refreshed.

--DW 4/09

What Are You Waiting For?

2009-04-24T12:14:00.010-05:00

A poem about gratitude...

Say you have a week before you embark

on an adventure to a distant frontier.

You will be gone for forty years without

communication with anyone here.

What would you say to the ones you love?

What would you want them to know...

About what they mean to you as a friend?

About how they've helped you grow?

Now say you're not going away.

Say I just want you to implore...

Why shouldn't you tell people these things now?

What are you waiting for?

--DW 4/09

Surprise!

2009-04-22T07:42:00.010-05:00

There's nothing better than a sweet surprise! They happen every day. Instead of trying to plan out everything in our lives, surprises should be celebrated, because they are guaranteed to happen...

Surprises are all connected

by a plan divinely directed

by a Source whole and perfected

from which all events are reflected.

Surprises are just detected

by receivers unsuspected;

but in reality are already selected

by the divine order already erected.

So even if you are dejected

you can easily be uninfected,

because you are always well protected,

and don't have to be affected.

Just remember...

Nothing bad can be projected

when you expect the unexpected!

--DW 4/09

Deep-Rooted Dispute

2009-04-21T10:43:00.007-05:00

This poem is about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict...

A home to two peoples,

but never at the same time.

A cherished belonging shared with another,

but both hands never hold it together.

A deep-rooted treasure sought by two nations,

but only one can claim it,

only one can own it,

only one can keep it.

...or so it seems.

There cannot be a shared peace...

until either side shifts and decides to release.

--DW 4/09

An Epic Campaign

2009-04-20T10:09:00.012-05:00

This one was written yesterday about the marathon I just ran...

No words can accurately describe

the incredible amount of fun I'm having today.

This experience is one I'll never forget;

one where God is on consistent display.

The masses of friendly runners,

the perfect temperature and refreshing rain,

the constant, ever-renewing freedom,

and a running partner to share this epic campaign.

The miles quickly keep dropping,

one by one by one by one.

Every step proving I am not my body,

I could never give in - this is way too much fun!

A wall of resistance hits around mile twenty-one;

is there really a full XC race length to go?

But the best way to beat this resistance, I find,

is most definitely not be slow...

It's to speed up and go!

So I shift gears and just let it all flow.

When the thought comes "I have nothing left",

I leave all limits behind and take flight;

and then instead of me being tired,

the resistance slowly gives up its fight.

All material suggestion falls to the wet road,

quickly fading behind me in the mortal abyss.

Now flying on wings of inspiration,

I've never felt dominion as strongly as this.

--DW 4/09

It's Arrived!

2009-04-19T07:00:00.008-05:00

I wrote this last night before running my first marathon today...

The culmination

has arrived.

The ultimate reward

has arrived.

Everything we've worked towards

has arrived.

Yet,

this journey of a lifetime

has always been.

Thousands are gathered here

for the same purpose.

We are joined together

by this common goal,

and this common love.

Rain or shine, cold or warm.

It doesn't matter...

Because everything

is Thine.

Twenty-six point two

equals freedom.

On your mark...

Get set...

Glorify!

--DW 4/09

How I Would Paint: History

2009-04-18T09:10:00.002-05:00

Yesterday in my class about the Israel-Palestine conflict, we did an exercise where we had the prompt: How I would paint (blank), filling in the blank with a quality or aspect of the conflict. Then we would write a poem from the completed prompt. So here's one I wrote for how I would paint history...

A flowing,

never-ending,

never-beginning,

progressing

current of thought.

An unyielding,

often misinterpreted,

force of nature

that leads straight to

the Current,

the Now.

--DW 4/09

Thank You's

2009-04-17T08:16:00.012-05:00

Here are thank you poems to six friends who are consistent, awesome examples of living on purpose...

Thank you beautiful Morning Dove!

You are one I'm in awe of.

Democracy and you fit like a glove;

taking its principles farther than gov.

Shining your light so far above,

that all you have left is Love.

Thank you rock-solid Silent Night!

Walking where matter is out of sight.

An integrity above just wrong and right;

mortal mind has no chance in a fight.

Glowing upon a hill sits your light.

There's nothing you're fire can't ignite.

Thank you inspirational Morning Star!

Traveling the globe near and far.

Better for the world than the electric car;

you'd still make a difference if you were stuck in tar.

You're always living right on par,

with exactly who you know you are.

Thank you purpose-driven Laughing Yes!

Constantly ready with an aim to progress.

Quicker and wittier than words can express.

There's nothing your dominion won't suppress.

What a privilege of giving you possess,

to a whole world of people that you bless.

Thank you beloved Constant Seeker!

Seeking knowledge with just your pair of sneakers.

Consistently discovering as a mountain peaker;

standing firm, mortal mind has never been weaker.

Granted the gift of being nature's speaker;

I've never met anybody meeker.

And finally, Sacred Poem, it's your thank you time!

(The word "poem" is a hard one to rhyme)

But no matter, you've committed no crime--

you're just committed to Love, an example so prime.

There's no mountain too high for you to climb,

with a dominion that's nothing short of sublime.

With Love, UR

--DW 4/09

Your Stillness

2009-04-16T08:09:00.008-05:00

Today's poem is the first one on the blog that doesn't rhyme. It is dedicated to the members of the Leadership course I took about 4 weeks ago...

What is your true identity?

The answer is simple:

You have a stillness inside of you...

A quiet lightening

that allows you to

safely abide

in your child heart

full of sun,

that sends

ageless beams of light

to shine on

white blazes of clarity,

reminding you to climb higher

and stand with honor

as the awakened warrior of Truth,

while the touch of a warm wind laughs

a resounding YES

to pierce through to mastery,

guided by the unlimited rhythm

of the river's song

that only gives smiles.

This stillness is your true identity

living on purpose.

--DW 4/09

Unleash Your Give

2009-04-15T07:45:00.002-05:00

After a fun experience yesterday overcoming resistance and giving to an unlikely recipient, I was inspired to write this poem...

Give, give, give and you shall receive

more blessings than you can even believe.

If resistance tries to hinder your gift,

declare it's unreality and make the shift

back to giving with a foundation of joy:

a true happiness that nothing can destroy.

Unleash your give, and bid all self adieu.

Unleash this desire that's inside of you.

Its freeing sensation fills your entire soul

with a divine connection that makes you whole.

This wholeness that then fills your entire heart

with a love only inspired giving can impart.

--DW 4/09

Progression

2009-04-14T07:30:00.004-05:00

Another important core value of mine - actually probably my most important - is progress. Nothing is more vital to me in our lives than consistently progressing in a way that blesses both ourselves and others...

To progress is to live.

To progress is to rise.

To progress is to give.

To progress is to fly.

To progress is to be so free from limitation

that Life continually beckons you

to something higher...

to a calling full of desire...

to a place and time where

you are needed

on fire...

Here.

and Now.

--DW 4/09

On Top of Your Mountain

2009-04-13T07:05:00.002-05:00

This poem was inspired by one of my biggest core values: Dominion. It's something we experience everyday, in big ways or small. The more we recognize and strive for Dominion, the more we will progress...

What is your ego telling you right now?

Whatever it is, it should not be allowed

to linger and fester and clog up your flow

that keeps you on beat, and allows you to grow.

So get up, go out, and conquer this beast!

What are you waiting for? All pressure's released.

The climb up is tough, but very rewarding;

it's a journey of learning, so plan accordingly.

Then on top of your mountain, there's no grander view.

There's nothing so clear, nothing so true,

nothing so pure, nothing so freeing,

nothing in the world that's more worth seeing.

On top of your mountain, in my opinion,

is best described as

peaceful dominion.

--DW 4/09

A Still, Small Reminder

2009-04-12T09:40:00.004-05:00

I wrote this poem last night about an experience I just had like the one the poem describes. I've had this type of experience many times, and every time I do, it's incredible the amount of harmony and joy that comes out of it...

Don't you love it when there's so much to do,

and you run around trying to get it all done.

When you're stressed out of your mind, worried sick

that you won't finish when you've barely even begun.

When the more stressed and worried you get,

the worse and worse the situation becomes.

When you start to lose your cool with frustration.

When mortal mind has gotten you to succumb...

And then...

A still, small reminder:

"It's going to be fine.

Just take off your mortal blinders."

"Everything's already taken care of.

Bare witness to My view.

I'm working My purpose out.

And I've got you."

When you get a message like that,

You obey.

And then everything is okay.

Yes, I love when that happens.

I love... today.

--DW 4/09

All the Love

2009-04-11T08:20:00.000-05:00

Another short but sweet one. A simple truth and a comforting reminder...

God loves you unconditionally,

so feeling you're unloved is Truth reversed.

Since God is only good, and God is ALL,

you've actually got ALL the Love in the universe.

--DW 4/09

Not Enough?

2009-04-10T07:25:00.011-05:00

The world seems to revolve around not having enough. However, this a bogus proposition because we are always infinitely supplied for. There's a great quote from Paul Zaiter that says, "There is a natural law of abundance which pervades the entire universe, but it will not flow through a doorway of lack and limitation." Lack is one of the biggest falsities corrupting our minds today, and here's a poem about it...

Not enough.

Is anything crazier than "not enough"?

Not enough money.

Not enough sleep.

Not enough love.

Is it truly all this rough?

Instead of looking at "not enough",

try looking at all your stuff.

Don't search outside your personal box,

it's time to see within it.

Because in reality,

we have all we need

every minute.

Scarcity is a lie.

Give gratitude a try.

--DW 4/09

The Difference

2009-04-09T15:47:00.007-05:00

Here's another I wrote about a week ago. It's short but sweet...

To make a real difference in the life of another,

and create a friendship set in cement:

just simply be a true sister or brother,

and listen to them 100 percent.

--DW 4/09

A Masterpiece

2009-04-09T07:31:00.006-05:00

This poem was inspired by a story called "Paint Me a Masterpiece" in Gordon MacKenzie's book Orbiting the Giant Hairball. The last line in the poem is definitely the most important one...

Even before I crawl out of the womb,

into a much larger more comfortable room,

I am given a blank canvas from God.

When I ask what it's for, He just smiles and nods.

I trust his calm faith and I emerge with my page,

but I begin to realize, I feel stuck in a cage.

At first I'm confused what this blank sheet is for,

and I drag it around finding it quite a chore.

As I grow, other people draw lines on my sheet,

and tell me to color inside them all neat.

Number by number I draw quite afraid,

that if I mess up, I'll get a bad grade.

This quickly gets old and I question my worth:

what difference am I going to make on this earth?

If I can't even create my own colorful art,

how am I going to find what truly rests in my heart?

Lost and confused, I again turn to God.

And again, He calmly smiles and nods.

Completely forgiving, with no thought of the past,

He gives me a new sheet, and says, "Have a blast!"

"This canvas is yours, it's your life, go release!

I only ask that you paint Me a masterpiece.

It's your choice; just remember, no matter what you do,

no one can paint your masterpiece, but you."

--DW 3/09

Diamond Rule

2009-04-08T07:43:00.008-05:00

What got me inspired to write this poetry and make a commitment to doing it every day was a course I recently took on personal and interpersonal Leadership. I learned and discovered tons of new awesome ideas and insights that many of these poems are inspired by. This poem I wrote about a week ago...

Everyone knows how the rule of all rules goes:

Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you.

But our lives go much deeper than this simple doing--

we don't just take action, we actually think, too.

Funny, this thinking, it completely slips our mind--

we don't recognize it as a part of our busy days.

This thing that we do more than anything else,

is never planned for, it just happens anyways.

We're constantly thinking, every moment of our lives,

so further than the Golden Rule, the Diamond Rule is key.

If I want to live a life of integrity, I must:

Think about others the way I want them to think about me.

--DW 3/09

The Courage of the Butterfly

2009-04-07T07:40:00.004-05:00

This first poem I wrote a couple weeks ago. It was inspired by another poem about a butterfly, written by a friend. Butterflies have always fascinated me, and I feel they are an amazing example of a lot of great qualities. Especially courage...

From tons of little feet on solid ground,

to being wrapped in a haven safe and sound.

Hanging alone, becoming, night after night;

gently pondering, preparing for flight.

This is the caterpillar's vision quest:

a slow, silent, transforming rest.

Then out of the stillness, a sudden shaking!

A beautiful butterfly in the making.

Its fight for freedom shakes both over and under;

a world of insects left tantalized in wonder.

Then finally it bursts with a conviction so freeing,

and it realizes it is a completely new being.

No longer creeping on the earth below,

its time down there feels so long ago;

yet with these gigantic, colorful wings,

it's aware of the responsibility they bring.

Having never left its feet, however many there be,

this call to fly might scare one to flee;

but fleeing isn't a concept that this creature knows,

so it leaps full courage and away it goes!

The butterfly's answer is always "Yes!"

A life lived without limits is put to the test.

"A test? No problem" it says with no frets,

'cause a butterfly's ready no matter what call it gets.

The biggest leap of faith in the animal realm,

comes from an insect with trust at its helm.

Its purpose now clearer than ever before:

"To live to be free, and courageously soar!"

--DW 3/09