Let's Go!

I've been thinking about you,
How far you've come;
Pretty little liar,
all that you've done.

Running in circles,
trying to catch your tail,
getting nowhere,
staying out of jail.

Let's go, Come on!
You've no time to waste
Get on it now
This moment, chaste!

Don't struggle too much longer,
you'll wear yourself out,
only doubt'll get stronger,
You'll begin to back out.

Hang in there, kid
you're almost 'the finish line,
Right across yonder,
you'll meet the divine.

Let's go, Right NOW!
Why do you stall?
pick up the speed
before you fall! 

Face to face,
not back to back.
Your destiny is ahead of you,
Now keep it in tact.

All that you've been,
All that was before,
has brought you to this point,
no less, no more.

Let's GO!
GET ON IT,
STOP WASTING TIME,
DON'T FOOL YOURSELF
CROSS THE FINISH LINE! 

Actuality Spirituality

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Image by Photographer Matthew Pillsbury

Wouldn't it be nice to meditate all day?
Dream of life, far, far away
Where the lotus is, always in bloom,
While chaos waits, In the other room?

The ruckus of children fighting loudly,
clouding your zen, quite profoundly
Your credit bills, quickly mounting
as you gaze at your mondalla,
backwards counting. 

Wouldn't it be nice;
To check out - to check in...
Ahh ... La La land,
And it's tightly gripping hand.
The paradise - you never want to leave!
See there,
It's not so impossible to conceive.

In Actuality, Spirituality
isn't just about unreality.
It Isn't
Partial Practicality,
or about being
Mr. Congeniality. 

It's real, ya know
Not just found in Meditation,
(Or Medication)
It certainly isn't a Vacation,
escape of your real world
temptation.

The Light shines boundless, through, and through
But only, when we ARE and WE DO.
The actuality of spirituality
Is that it's actually spiritual
To be emerged in the chaos
Transforming darkness into Light,
That's ultimately the ultimate pay off.

Let's not run,
Away from each other,
It's the ACTIONS that count,
Towards neighbor and brother.

Crumbs Get In The Way

Every little bit counts,
Every crumble added to the rubble,
Right?
It resembles more and more of what you're looking for;
As it ascends up into the heavens,
Where my soul cleaves at night,
Union with the divine,
Purified with water and wine.

Washed up with the tides,
When nothing else is worth, "worth" itself,
It confides in your deepest, darkest place.
That's where you sweep everything, to hide your grace
The Rug, underswept.

White Glove Treatments,
scouring the walls for residual agreements,
prying open your heart, clogged arteries and all
this is the time, to expel the hell
one last minute, last second,
before we fall.

Rise up again,
Count the days ahead - only to win
amounting, 49 plus 1,
each step, like a narrow mountain
climb without tread wind,
where the only effort is to make it
to the end. 

Start back over again,
Immortality until then,
The crumbs get in the way, but I'll be sure
they don't stay.