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Pissing on the Ego

11/26/2017

Stuff grows inside
no place to hide
I feel I can no longer take it

I suggest to me
give it a rest
don't follow the urge t0 fake it

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Nothing is sacred
dear narcissist
especially My view of my Self

Embellish and relish
in my mind's eye
as others scrap me on shelf

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Enter then agony
beaten and tired
with wonder "what did I do?"

It seems the answer
dwells within dreams
Listen .. they exist pure and true
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After I've broken
then shed salty tears
come naked for all to see

Newly purified
child again here
smiling at this New Me

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One would think
New Me triumphant
perfection by inner grace

Fact is, my friends,
New Me ain't nothin'
'til that smug smile leaves the face

Facker
December 2, 2017

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Purr On

11/18/2017

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Warm furry softness
settled 'tween my feet
helping me write fancy words

Purist form of love
humans strive to meet
marching 'round in pompous herds

She never asks for anything
while giving me her all
wondrous creature gift slumbering there

Tears start forming in my eyes
when suddenly I realize
her perfect love shows how to care

Purr on sweet kitty
I'm here for you
as you are here for me

Your silent grace
creates a space
to write ... in ecstasy

Facker
November 18, 2017

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Real Me

11/15/2017

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I found my passion
buried deep within
perfectly hidden
behind hazel eyes

Please come out and play
let me take you from the shelf
disperse old dust and share my light
from this newly ignited torch of happiness

Everything past
now put to rest
happily forgetting
that breathing cadaver I was

I found Real Me
child forgotten long ago
blocked by trauma
lost soul .. lost soul

Life was lifeless
I was dead
Real Me returned
resurrecting innate gifts

Honoring lessons of time lost
I wave farewell to the dead man
then cherish and polish Real Me
childlike rediscovered imperfect gem

Facker
November 17, 2017

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Enjoy the Tears

11/12/2017

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Smile as tears flow
warming your cheeks
burning your eyes

Smile as you sob uncontrollably
hands cradling contorted face
twisted in angst

Smile ..
you can only cry
after knowing Love

Facker
November 12, 2017

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In the Air

11/9/2017

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How fortunate I am to walk across the promenade from our office to the little specialties market, where I can purchase a piece of French brie and a decent baguette. I recall walking through a "regular" grocery store in Laramie, Wyoming thirty six years ago with a dear friend from France. I remember clearly his dismay as we sauntered through the dairy section, his disappointment of the very limited cheese selection. A couple of years later I gained complete understanding of his feelings as I stood marveling at the cornucopia of cheeses before me at a sidewalk market in Paris. Now, in today's technologically advanced world, I can not only enjoy cheeses from half way around the planet, but I can completely immerse myself in the culture of that place with the simple push of a button and click of the mouse. If I wasn't so "linguistically lazy" I could learn the language of those who reside on the other side of the world, online, through personal interaction with a native speaker, but even with that laziness I can still watch French television, listen to Edith Piaf or Serge Gainsbourg when I want to experience "l'ancienne saveur Parisienne sauvage", simulate driving an auto to view the sights with Google Maps, and have a multitude of experiences via the internet I would never have dreamed of those many years ago. No matter where one is at the moment, he or she can turn on their computer and instantly be transported far away.

In relation to this rapidly changing orb we inhabit, not so long ago I experienced a small panic attack, fearing we might be in danger of losing uniquely individual cultures scattered around our planet. I was touched by fear of "Internet Travel" endangering the sanctity of cultural identities, making everything so easily accessible one needn't jump on the Silver Bird to experience places .. mixing the stew pot of our humanity so completely that every place will eventually be like every other place .. every person homogeneous .. one reality .. one language .. one mass mentality .. one culture .. no culture. Can you imagine this scenario? A robotic existence of humanity, with no flavor, no spice, no difference, completely void of excitement for discovering the unknown. Can you imagine?

Thankfully, these fears were dispelled upon my recent return to Kauai, following an extended visit to our other home in Tucson, Arizona. Like so many times before, I stepped out of the airport terminal in Lihue and, like so many times before, I closed my eyes while the incredible island air caressed my face .. and, like so many times before, I felt the spirit of this beautiful culture envelope me, awakening memories and visions unique to this island paradise. My spirit smiled with sudden recognition of a truth which will never allow our cultures to be diluted, to dissipate as a result of our technology. The memory of experiencing this same wonderful sensation when walking outside the terminal to the rental car parking area at Charles de Gaulle softly entered my thinking .. the uniquely ethereal contact of light breezes I only feel in France. Breezes that whisper ancient secrets and hint of modern marvels which only exist in that place. The flood gates opened for me as I stood there a week ago .. stood there "feeling" Kauai, knowing I have "felt" France and hundreds of other places in the same manner through my lifetime. We are kissed by the place we inhabit .. kissed by the places we visit .. and within those gentle kisses the culture of that place dwells.

I walked from Lihue terminal to the car wearing a huge smile on my face, knowing we will never lose the flavors of humanity .. knowing France, and Hawaii, and Tucson, and every other wonderfully unique culture is safe, protected by our inability to grasp and destroy it. The beauty of our individuality will remain, shielded and nurtured, never to change ...

In the Air

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Facker
November 9, 2017

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Floating

11/6/2017

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I need to go floating
soulfully free
mixed with the music
please let me be

Oh to be weightless
able to fly
part of soft colors
upon liquid sky

Swirling and twirling
no fences no pain
one with the cosmos
cleansed by pure rain

Flowing so softly
'round those I love
through and amongst them
pure silk across glove

Another dimension
that's where I'll be
married to music
so you might hear me

Facker
November 6, 2017

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Frustration

11/3/2017

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Frustration is naturally born alongside the incredible event of Self Realization. With newfound knowledge of our innate gifts comes the desire to immediately embrace and live our true creative reality. Discovery of our higher self is only the beginning, followed by implementation upon an ethereal path of sand, requiring constant focus and vigilance. Frustration is a constant companion as we plod along this unsteady surface towards spiritual freedom. We have the vision .. we know what it is we should be doing for a fully gratifying existence .. and because we have the vision and the knowledge, we are frustrated by that uncertain path beneath our feet. That path is our constant reminder to regain focus as we slide to the left or the right. That path is our teacher and prophet, assuring us we will be able to continue and advance if we pay attention to every step before us on our new journey. Focusing intently on the path, listening to the voice within, slowly transforms unsteady footing to a joyful trail of buoyant light which supports our higher self .. our new reality based on discovery of innate gifts.

Another entity which raises its head upon Self Realization is regret. When we understand our true meaning for existence, it is only natural we regret everything preceding that knowledge. These two "buddies", Frustration and Regret, are certainly formidable foes until the moment we decide to become the best person we can become at this very moment .. not being frustrated at what we wish to be in the future nor being regretful of the person we were in the past. Simply focusing constantly on our personal gifts is all we need do to allow the "buddies" to dissipate. Where there is the light of an awakened spirit within, there is no space for the darkness of negativity.

The great equalizer is Action. Once we are awakened and aware of our gift and purpose for existence, we must take Action. Failure to act on this precious knowledge of "Self" condemns us to a lifetime of non-fulfillment. It is upon this decision to take action that frustration appears. Frustration of not achieving rapidly enough .. frustration of adapting to a new reality .. frustration of wanting perfection.

I've written this today because I know some of you are seekers, as am I. My hope is that I have let you know you are not alone in feeling the growing pains associated with Self Realization. The joy associated with traversing a new path in this attempt to live newly discovered gifts doesn't come without effort and complete focus. I do believe we must live our unique personal gifts in order to attain true happiness. I also believe our effort and focus will be rewarded as we all seek to become our perfect editions.

I'm certainly not "there" yet, Frustration is alive and well within me, but I have vowed to become my creative self in this lifetime .. utilizing newfound passions. I hope my "ramblings" have been helpful for you .. they are intended as a gift. We all share the same sandy path and I trust we will encounter one another as our footing continues to become more and more steady. I wish you good health, happiness, peace, and complete fulfillment ..

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Facker
November 3, 2017

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