Tag: poet

Reality revisited

All of creation resides within us

Otherwise how could we have a deep

Awareness of it

Not just an understanding

Because someone told us

That there is a universe

Somehow we know

There is outer space

Beyond what we can see

And more than that

There is eternity

Not just because we read it

But because we know it

At our deepest level of knowing

How can we know something

That we hav not seen

Because we have seen it before

In another life

Experiencing a different consciousness

E.A. Fussell

10.17.2020

Kingly battle

Two kings

Cannot sit

On one throne

Only one can rule

The stronger

May not always be

The better choice

But sheer brute force

Will often tip the balance

As ego

Muscles it’s way to the top

Our ego mind

Is like a brute force hellion

Set on being king

Of our thoughts

It parades ideas and beliefs

Wrapping them in emotions

Trying to make our heart

Believe that we are the stories

That tie identity to us

But that is

A mischievous untruth

We came here all knowing

As nothing

With nothing

No name

No Identity

No prejudice

No judgement

No possession

No obsessions

We came

As pure awareness

But our ego wants us

To somehow be more

It convinces us that striving

Is the best way

Doing this achieving that

Being better than this one

Doing more than that one

Creating distance and distractions

From who we really are

We are

Pure awareness

Un-conscious sub-conscious

Wrapped in consciousness

Encased in human form

All knowledge and understanding

Are already ours

If we are brave enough

To dive deep into our heart

And remember who we really are

If we put our ego mind aside

The Kingdom of God

Within us resides

E.A. Fussell

10.17.2020

Paris Pirouette

This fountain is in the town square of Paris, Texas. I did a little dance around it today and well, let me tell you about it in this poem:

Paris, Texas
Ain’t no Paris, France
But I traveled through it
Earlier today
And can now say
In Paris
I have danced
Under a blue sky
In the middle of the day
The autumn leaves
Whispering in the wind
Watching me play
Around a 1927 fountain
To one of my favorite
Country tunes
That expresses one of my truths
I’ve still got a
Lot of leavin’ left to do

E.A. Fussell
10.16.2020

The Present Cycle

To see your future

Look at the choices

You are making right now

Choices made years ago

Yesterday

Or five minutes ago

Created the present you

Pay attention to

The present

It is the cause of your future

As much as it is

A result of your past

E.A. Fussell

10.15.2020

Circling agony

Sleeping

Isn’t always restful

Even if it’s comfortable

Hanging onto things

We can’t change

Refusing to accept them

As they are

Unable to let them go

Wrestling with the anxiety

They bring

Tossing and turning

Acid burning in the stomach

Trying to make it through the night

Not knowing what to do

Having nowhere to go

Holding onto familiar misery

Like an old worn security blanket

Sleep coming in brief interludes

When the mind stops

Processing it’s circles of thought

Exhausted and needing a break

Wrapped in the comfort

Of this old familiar cycle of agony

Drifting off to sleep

Only to awake

Within the hour or so

And start the churning again

Wondering if it will ever end

Knowing that only when

A new choice is made

In the waking hours

Will restful sleep

Be ours

E.A. Fussell

10.13.2020

Back to the beginning

Hold me tightly

Like you don’t want to let go

Hold me tightly

Like you know me intimately

Hold me tightly

Remember how love used to be

Before

Decades of misunderstandings

Created miles

Of invisible distance

Between us

Causing multi-faceted

Separateness

In the middle of our union

Hold me tightly

Squeeze the resentment away

Help me get back to that place

Where you were the only thing

I could see

And you were madly in love with me

E.A. Fussell

10.12.2020