stick to the truth

There’s no escaping the truth… even as we try to run away or hide from it, truth is already trying to find us in the opposite direction, make us come out of our safe houses. Because the truth doesn’t just expose, it’s trying to restore balance into this already chaotic world we live in. So stick by it… stick to the truth.

where i may loose myself
amidst this forged reality,
this easily bought kind of
world, i take what poverty
can keep me away from such
pockets and stick to the
truth; for no wealth made
from lies can elevate towards
highest heavens half-knowing
an airless ball can take away
another’s win… the conscience
weighs heavily and the heart,
like a volcano, shall erupt.
the blood flowing like lava
covers up the disappointment,
truly, this self-disdain

-mr gahon 9/10/15

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Fear

Never let fear seize the person you are, what you need to be. Even if everything comes around a second time, never let fear rise from your flesh and allow for a take over. For it is but a moment in passing, a part of our flesh, a part of our mortality, a part of our balance. Fear. Don’t let it, for a second, lead you into a maze of darkness and lock you up from prayers and deep meditation. Now is the time for faith. Fight it with faith.

And faith can only lead to the strength that is inside you. The true gift we are bequeathed with not only on nights when we fear, but everyday, every night. This is the gift alongside love and light and peace that is very much a part of who we are. They are all already inside each us. It comes down to turning on the switch and letting ourselves beam with serenity and courage.

Happy Holidays to all who visit this blog. Thank you to each one of you who take the time to read, to visit, glance the poems on this site. I am grateful…

the intelligence is the resurgence
everyday I succumb to this, unafraid,
unrated… I am the wonder kid
still holding on my own,
climbing to the top of the mountain
reaching for the skies–
I am unstoppable
even when I fear
I learn to adhere
to my Savior, my King
when I remember
and continue on to this cold December night
the light that shone once bright
outside my grandmother’s window
I remember briefly how I am commanded
from sleep to rise,
remember whose child I am–
and I am the wonder kid
one with that Light

-mr gahon 12/23/13

Light-ness

The heft of the things we carry, more than bags and purses in tow, more than our backpacks are the burdens we carry. Internal baggage. It may be as thin as a clutch or thick as a suitcase geared for international flight. We don’t probably realize that we may carry it inside our thoughts, embedded in our hearts. I return to this idea of letting go, removing the unnecessary from our minds because of the belief that it hinders true potential. Our true potential. I will probably come back to this idea over and over again until I get it, until I can lift that one mind off the ground.

To darkness I send off these

sins; erase from my soul

at once this bare spirit restored

to lightness. Feathers that

do declare its straightforward

intentions– to love, to give,

at once, to be free from the

gravity of wrongdoings. Where

each crime worth the lesson to

be embraced, left to ashes (as

we learm from them). To rise

from the fire unblemished,

untouched wholly by its design–

to gain another chance to love

strongly, undisturbed, forever as

my will intends to return with a

clenched fist, cleansed soul.

–mr gahon 1/11/13

Blocked

My response to writer’s block… and to all who experience the same… I wish you a wonderful day.

I am far away, but

not far enough– the consequences

of delay devastate the mind;

all thoughts in sordid rewind

(reliving the past hardly merits

any outcome for the poet.)

Prayers, song, meditation

what have you– if there is

a block, there is a block!

Get past the bloody thing,

get past the bloody impediment

and sing for your life.

For life is more than

what you think–

greater than what’s witnessed,

vast like the eyes of God

-mr gahon 11/14/12

Aha!

It came to me in the car this morning, stuck between one freeway crunch and then another, when I realized that perhaps our weakness is the very thing that we not only need to overcome, but be great at.  The past kept returning somehow; memories that I no longer want to re-live, but one trigger of a word instantly brought me back to those actions I thought I had let go, pardoned those moments only to realize that there were still residual pieces of anger wedged here and there that unknowingly interfered with my spiritual growth.  Today, I arrived at this– I don’t want to be enslaved anymore.  To share our light is one of the more incredible thing we can do for this world; to withhold because only pushes us further into that debt of darkness.  Just when we thought we are progressing well enough… we can do better!

 

i yearn for these words

waterfall, breaches and swords

falling downhill, roadside

along the fjords;

i never knew

how much glue

it would take to renew

this vision,

revive this passion

removed from disillusion

How much more can my mind take

if for a moment I should break

away from repeating this same mistake–

disheartened

shoelaces unfastened,

if my heart should fail in haste like

bread unleavened…

i, in disarray

the further i stray,

shall find my way.

(I’ll be okay)

 

-mr gahon 10/31/12

Two

Everyone is searching for balance.  I do most times.  A consistency that is never reached, but tried for.  I guess the point is never to give up.  Forgive ourselves for those details that caused imbalance and move on.  Perhaps to try again, in a better way, the next day.

My two fingers — a plan

for balance.  In lieu of none,

I have two — fewer than ten,

greater than none.  I ask,

what do you do with two? 

To love, feel heartache

therefore wisdom?  If

no action, add a third —

three digits are just fine. 

Apply and apply

in your mind insist

the higher you arrive

if two wings are in motion

can you then fly

-mr gahon 6/24/12