Musings

 

WELCOME TO YOUR METEORIC RISE, MEDIOCRITY

Maybe we are all just doing exactly what we are supposed to do. In the struggle to believe that we should dress for success, reach for success and die for the success we succumb to the great lie of our time. Success is in the eye of the beholder. I love the word ‘mediocrity.’ It’s so demeaning. Isn’t there a place in life that’s just this and just that and no need for anything greater? Here’s how I see it:


How do you see a life of mediocrity?

You walk to the edge of life, looking at those masterful minds, monsterful successes, lives hell-bent.
At the edge, you see me and you and those whose lives have shown least for their hellish bending.
What went wrong? That voice resounding, nothing wrong, ever so strong, ever strong. No sad song.

Life metes out the balance on one foot and then the other.
Teetering, almost balanced, teetering, finding balance, You land it, you accept it.
Arms outstretched, eyes closed, we dive into the realm of possibilities and come up with equal chance, equal choice, all possibilities destined for greatness in its own right. Nothing wrong.

Success is to live a life at best, no matter what.
What matters is how we see the life we offer up.
Respect our life, respect our plan, there is no other plan, man.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?

Climbing ladders to the stars, missing moments.
Grabbing, clutching, opportunities whizzing by like meteors far away.
Sadness all around, this lack of understanding.
It’s not what you get, it’s what you get, understand?
Realize who you are and aren’t.
There’s the place to start. Balancing your art.
Your craft is you, your self, your being.
Balancing, rebalancing and bouncing back again.

Societal norms aren’t normal, they’re elusive, inconclusive.
Societal norms are victimizing, sanitizing, ever binding, fault reminding.
Societal norms aren’t normal, they’re berating, self-degrading, thin skin chafing.
That’s not right, not right, you see mediocrity is a spoof. A nowhere land, a goof.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?

Do you see the dream of this land, do you see?
The land of dreams, it’s not.
So if you are here, on earth, in this land, this land where mediocrity is slammed,
Then you are along with the crowd, and the crowd is loud.
If you are here and pleased with your mediocrity, then you are real, and real is the deal.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?
Not seeing it at all, that’s the call.

© Stefan Bright 03/05/18

 

 

THE MINUSCULE BEING

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How small we are in this thing of dreams, no Wonder to enthrall,

How minuscule, how thinly masked, that grit that makes us tall.

We tower in our minds alone and revel in our ploys,

We think us greater than all else, and yet we play, as toys.

No deep thoughts linger to move the world, no depth in our perception,

We travel in a mindscape vision, mighty lost in the wrong perfection.

Towards end a light awakens me, the fog of thought now tiring,

How silly, was there all along, just lost in my self ‘miring.

The magic of life is simple and plain, it waits with patient breath,

The magic of life so willing, so game, to love us beyond cosmic death.

© Stefan Bright 02/04/18

 

 

A WHISPER OF CONTENT

I fly into the darkness with the thrill of another journey. I’ve been here before. Oh it was so trying then, yet glorious. I am not challenged to participate. I am surrendered to the call, Soul’s immersion into the conscious love of transformation.

When I was home in my oneness, looking into the fray of evolving, it seemed so simple to understand, knowing the truth of it all. Laughing, I embrace this formidable path traveled until I’m thrust into it again. I’m not laughing now.

Bang, I’ve landed. Hit a wall that stopped the everflow of awakened state before my departure. “Now you See It, now you don’t.” Those words never as poignant as in this moment of forgetfulness. Even now I’m wondering how these words, these thoughts, broke free to be expressed.

These many years of looking straight ahead and seeing not much. The mind caught in a whirlwind of repeated memories so lacking in the knowledge of it all. The shell I reside in has done well to hide even the spark of truth.

And yet, in this strange moment, as the shell weakens and the mind vibrates in uninspired thought there’s a whisper that comes with determined force. And that laughable moment I had before my descent is reaching out to me once more.

© Stefan Bright 01/11/18

 

 

SEA OF SILENCE

Walk the well-worn path of life with destiny by your side. A chance to alter that footprint sent down as a roadmap, and we take it. Notice that veil that obstructs our view? See through it. Yes! Those clouds of uncertainty gone with the breath of a trillion cells. “I’m awake, awake,” you cry.

Now, that once arduous path seems so clear of debris. The steps, a burden to the mind, nothing more. And, what wonderful laughter follows this glorious recognition. Was it that simple, all the time that simple? A fool would know it. No noise clogging those thoughts. And now, to see the light so clear, so pure.

Painful it was that life of madness. Childish, but not playful. Ignorance lacking the true bliss that it bemoans. You see, we come to play the game of consciousness. Play it in a field of challenging perfection. There is no guarantee. Life here holds none. To be sure, the rest is well worth the travel. Knowing our part of it gives glory to all that is. What more do we need to manifest that sea of silence? In that sea lies the truth.

© Stefan Bright 01/06/18

 

OUR NATION’S SOULFUL CRY

Have you seen my soul today,
It’s nowhere to be found?
I saw it last rolled in a ball,
As it scurried underground.

Have you seen my soul today,
Stripes colored true and through?
I thought I saw it then it’s gone,
Those hues no longer new.

Have you seen my soul today,
Waving to the crowd?
Its mission passion torn apart,
Its voice no longer loud.

Have you seen my soul today,
That topped the mighty spire?
With windblown threads kissed tops of heads,
And its message filled with fire.

I’ve lost my mighty soul today,
Its pain brought on by thus.
I’ve lost my mighty soul today,
It’s nothing more than dust.

But, if you find my darling soul,
Wherever it may be,
Let it know I wish it would
come back and conquer me.

I’m ready for the new unfurl,
The reason for my ride.
To hear voices raised in heartfelt praise,
A return to my soul’s full pride.

© Stefan Bright 12/26/17

 

THEREIN LIES THE HOPE

 

In my waking breath, I start and start again this day’s long pace.

I have a choice to walk it right or throw the day to waste?

Can stay captive to the mind-noise that yesterday I fought,

or carry forth the truth set in unencumbered thought.

I can busy Me, my Self, in the ego-sea of Me,

or journey to a world of those around who’ve been set free.

Can nod to no importance, ignore beauty through my eyes,

or linger in the peacefulness, seeing splendor beyond the skies.

If my heart is beyond shallow I won’t hear the crying sound,

I’m destined to the sadness of a horrid day gone down,

and patterns that have made me Me,

repeating, peating, peating a lost strategy.

This thing we’re all built on, truth and love and willing,

it’s time to set a new stride and keep the dark from killing.

It’s time to offer Gratitude and Loving arms that brace,

it’s time to see our lives are just a wasteland ‘cept for Grace.

© Stefan Bright 12/24/17

 

REMEMBER ME?

Will you remember me
When there’s no more of me to see?
Will you remember the things that went so wrong
Or remember the sometimes good we’ve done?
Will you remember me
When there’s no more of me to see?
Will you remember the pain I sometimes put you through
Or the tenderness that sprung from my heart for you?
Will you remember me
When there’s no more of me to see?
Will you remember the deep sorrow we weathered
Or the beautiful happiness we shared together?
Will you remember me
When my ashes are long for the sea?
When the days are many and your heart less heavy
How will you remember me?

© Stefan Bright 11/19/17