Common Ground

Just because you think my beliefs are uttterly absurd;

doesn’t mean you have the power to hurt;

me.

I know not to take things personally.

***

There are a billion different people on this planet.

That means there are just as many different realities.

We look different, but really we are all the same.

We just have been taught to act out this really great pre-tend game.

We pre-tend I am better than you;

just because school, my parents and society told me to.

I choose to question things.

Not always easy, especially not on flings.

When I see your face;

I feel your inner-grace.

I don’t necessarily believe your act.

When your act and inner-grace are out of alignment;

My mind has a tendency to stop;

listening to my inner-plot.

It came as a ‘shock’;

this morning when I realized I was out of line;

with mine.

***

Since the last few days, I have found it hard to trace;

why I had been feeling very out of sorts since I saw your face.

Now I know. 

It came to show;

in my own writing mojo. 

You see, I write, to enlight. 

Not you, but me. 

Yet they say, if it makes you see;

something as well, than it’s a real gift. 

Pfff, already I can feel a shift…

***

Where was I going with this?

Common Ground.

Just because you might have an unknown amount;

of money;

doesn’t mean, your value is more than me.

Energetically;

I might be;

richer than you are.

To which your reply might be; “That won’t get you far!”

Well, maybe not just yet to Africa;

but this chica;

is making sure;

that my whole being is pure;

and self-secure;

before I can step into a ‘mature’;

adventure.

Self-complacency, doesn’t ‘suit’ me.

Putting my beliefs on someone else;

only re-instates the doubt in myself.

I needed to be in the company of someone other than me;

to see;

there was still a little doubt in me. (wordcount: 333)

You made me see;

myself!

How could I have forgotten ground rule number one?

The Universe is a mirror and then some!

***

I’m sure I triggered you, more than once.

Stating that ‘fork with which you eat may not be real’;

might not have been the smartest move on my behalf.

But maybe it opened up;

a key that you thought was long lost.

We all reflect what we least expect.

***

In ‘my’ world, it’s about giving birth;

to balance.

Over and over again.

Even if that means a man;

here and there;

thinks I’m crazy and in utter despair.

That is true, but it adheres only to my hair.

Balance is about uniting; not fighting.

That is so second world war.

Do we ever again wanna go that far?

***

This third try, of wanting to ascend;

is not going to fail.

We are already in this great shift.

At times, yes, I do perceive it as shit.

But instead of fighting it; I accept and surrender.

For more than thirty years I was my own worst offender.

I do not want to be a competitive contender!

I surrender; to All That Is.

That, is how I am in bliss.

This miss; accepts, that you, you and you might have a different view. (wordcount: 555)

I don’t care, but I feel it would only be fair;

if you stop calling me crazy, lazy or lil hazy daisy.

I don’t call your views out there.

I don’t think you are in despair.

But let’s be fair!

Let’s look at what we have in common.

I could summon,

up, a whole lot.

The easiest one is; the organ without we can not exist.

It is our heart.

I think with it.

My mind?

Follows it blind.

I trust, that my heart is smart enough;

to bringing me right ‘there’;

where there is unity, no despair.

And if unity wasn’ t there;

it was just to give some old and rigid beliefs in me some air.

My heart?

It’s always fair to me!

Sometimes, I just don’t see it immediately.

***

I’m happy, we met.

You might’ve been the key, that really set me free.

Just like my daddy;

in physical life did for me;

by donating his sperm;

to my mommy.

They chose me, I chose them.

In physical life it is about biology,

but really;

the heart is in charge.

It carries the DNA of all that you will play.

In fact; it knows your future play too.

That is why I’m saying to you;

surrender is the best place to be in;

that is how the ‘shift’ is to ‘win’.

I follow the trace of my heart;

because it knows my future play.

I do have a say!

Will I lead myself astray and keep true love at bay;

or will I dance this dance in this unknown play?

Never again will I walk away;

from my DNA.

My hearts play.