Mustard Seed Lessons

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A tiny mustard seed

Blossoms into a tree

that produces life

healing, nourishing

purifying air

providing oxygen

decomposing

fertilizing

procreating

multiplying

feeding

the rain comes

the winds blow

but still, it grows

to form one tree

that came

from a tiny seed

who are you?

to limit me

who am I?

to limit myself

Walk On The Bridge

Moonlight Bridge

Moonlight Bridge

Wide Bridges

Low Bridges

High Bridges

Bridges Made of Brick

Bridges in Cement or Stone

Suspended in the air

Stationary Swings

Hanging from a Limb

Can I walk across or leap?

I ponder and think

I’ll never know

unless I do

so there I go

see you on the other side

The Air I Breath

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Breath in

The Abundance of Life

The sexiness in my walk

The sublimity of my words

The vibration in my dance

Breath out

The non-deserved oppressions

The scorns and obsessions

The daggers in syllables

The blockages in movements

Breath In

All your cans

All you deserve

All you can manifest

All you can Believe

All you have worked for

Breath out

All “you cannot”

All you should “wait” “for”

All the “that’s not for you”

All the “how dare you?”

All the “still not good enough”

Breath in

Breath out

Breath in

Breath out

on your own

Manifest

Celebrate

Take up Space

Speak UP

Be Comfortably Uncomfortable

Repeat

Breath IN

Breath OUT

You Belong

Filter

With an Open Mind and an Open Heart

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Acceptance

When the day has gone
and the night has come
Did I help create
or perhaps neglect

Did I stand up for another?
Did I speak for my brother?
Did I speak for myself?
Did I choose the words to spell?

Was it a given assumption
without given corruption
In the impact we make
and the words that partake
Did they come from within
or were they next to kin

With deeper reflection
without making exception
did I listen, more than speak
did I silence, more then preach
Did I take the time to be still
and make sure my words are my will

When we shed the cloth of numbers
and the illness given hungers
the judgment in skin colors
or the labels posted somber

When we look into the mirror
and we see internal heroes
perhaps, than perhaps
we may say, I see you
turn our face to another
and without paying a matter
we may say, I see you

When I look in the mirror

and I let go of assumptions

let go of expectations

let go of the imaginations

let go of the proclamations

and I take a deeper look

I see myself

ACCEPTANCE