OLD SOUL YOUNG SOUL
I’m an Old Soul you’re a Young Soul
that concept’s a tragedy
an ego’s quest to satisfy vanity
consciousness moves neither forward or back
consciousness encompasses all of the track
that gathers up informational twists
and turns reality into a mist
that turns reality into a mis-story
that burns reality into a his-story
and mines the minds of that history’s misery
to lead us screaming to the edge of the well
to plead us to stay in the ignorance cell
to plead us to stay in the ignorance sell
of mind games and lie games and dictators of illusions,
festering contusions and murderous solutions.
the story of old young going the wayside
there’s first time soul’s transcending the morals guide
as evolution moves in golden growth
the first and last have seen their most
exciting time when comparison rules
was just set up as tools for fools.
was just set up as tools for schools
to teach a way of boastful steps
to characterize the ways and whys
the old soul harnesses while the young soul tarnishes
the experience of life’s full worth
to gather the knowledge for another birth
but the old soul’s old
and the dust is gathering
around the old soul’s wisdom
many years of blabbering
about the many years of carrying
the knowledge of the world plane
through dimensions of the soul plane
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
there are first timer souls coming our way
there are new timer souls coming today
having evolution’s best wish parting
given more before even starting
to show up ready to work in this mire
to show up ready with will and desire
to take this planet to ends
never seen before
humanity’s greatness to feats
never reached before
for you and me and the old and the young
the Old Soul Young Soul is finally done.
© Stefan Bright 12/12/2023
WHAT???
What god wrote this insanity
of this misaligned humanity?
The play is stale
The actors corrupted
The reviews are telling
The run interrupted
For the time being its vanity
Is feeding this insanity.
For the time being it is vanity
that’s feeding this depravity.
What god wrote this reality
this experience of duality?
The lie is truth
The truth is loose
The loose is noosed
The noose is juiced
And the juice is cooked
In the stagnant decisions of the referee
The referee-god that decided to sway
The rules in the wrong direction away
From building alliances with colors and creeds
From building the life around others needs
From paving a road where the fallen don’t bleed
From planting a garden with enlightened seeds.
What god wrote this insanity
of this ill-intentioned society?
Look around, nothing found,
Look again, nothing sound
Hey, don’t look up just look down
Just look down…
What do you see
It’s just you and me.
© Stefan Bright 11/10/2023
PUT YOUR MIND IN NEUTRAL AND YOUR HEART IN EMBRACE
In response to the U.S. Capitol insurrection of January 6, 2021
Free up your mind from the bonds that tie and knot your every freedom.
Settle those tics that make the nerves within you scream.
You’re touched by veiled illusions and suspect of those that don’t vibrate your vibration.
You draw upon the very venom that hate adores and spew that vulgar substance out into the lives of others.
Others who mean you no ill.
Others who want peace and calm and a life of endless well-healed roads to Liberty.
Yet hate has consumed you and deprived you of reason.
Hate has filled your very soul with a route of no escape.
It strangles your senses and bulges out from all your pores.
Its stench erodes the dirt beneath your feet, as cancerous words touch you, clutch you.
You are relieved of life as it were and may never see the light again before the body’s death.
How can we waken you to truth among the real truth?
How can we help you shed those diseased opines that turn your white skin green, and gnarled, and sunken away?
How can we shower off that cult-scummed clime and give you life again, to walk free of doubt, and fear, and loss of self?
We are not your enemy.
We are loving and kind and forever hopeful that your nightmares turn to sweet, holistic dreams.
Come around to us.
Let us embrace you with kindness and compassion and love that shimmers in the very darkness of your hurt and sadness.
For you are us in oneness.
And we have been there before.
We have nurtured those rumblings behind the dark doors of our minds.
We have heaved up the poison that turns rightness into madness.
Yes, we suffered from tales that lead astray.
The lies that bind you bound us once a time.
But so many hands reached out, hands of pure kindness
Helped us cleanse our dis-ease, recovered both sides of our halfness, and made us whole again.
Help us now for your sake and your brothers and sisters who stand by you in troubled mind.
Link your armed thoughts and reset them far from tales long ago, when mad kings took away your sanity.
We’re here for you.
We’re dear for you.
Take your hands off that madness and press them together in loving prayer.
For all the sakes of earthly salvation, Breathe…
© Stefan Bright 2021
SPACE OF HEALING
Absorbed in deep contemplation, down beyond the chatter of life, I find that space where silence reigns and darkness turns to light. Where peace moves in, on golden threads, caressing my numinous heart. The current of multi-dimensions rushes through, dancing eternity’s infinite beat. I’m lost, away from the world I’ve known, and rapt in the newness of the world I’ve been born out of, from the beginning of time. Where time never exists.
And then a voice peeks through, with a hushed whisper of recognition. Not a sound it makes, but a silent nod of familiarity. It speaks in realizations, and I can understand every meaning, though those meanings come with no words, it’s knowing just the same. It plays with my heart, and the strings pluck magic from the air. I am complete in this silent conversation. All manner of things unfold before me. It is beyond awe. For awe has never felt a thing like this.
© Stefan Bright 05/18/19
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
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 we’re 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 the 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- so simple, so 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
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 viewed.
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.
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.
I 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, reseeding, 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 embrace,
it’s time to see our lives are just a wasteland ‘cept for Grace.
© Stefan Bright 12/24/17
BEING 66
This voice has been quiet for some time. The silence exists out of the depth of the formless. Sitting with this state has energized the heart and settled the mind. There is no reason to voice when voicing adds nothing to the present moment and only disturbs the dynamic vibration of silence. There are no questions to answer for the time being, for the being rests outside time. This is the state of mystery that is cleared in a heart beat. I have passed strangers, in the strangest places, who have gazed back at me with the recognition of the One. We have been put in this place to rediscover our true Self. This discovery lies within the simplest understanding and it is no more than that. Close your eyes and sense the truth that vibrates closer than anything else. Closer than the breath that animates the form. Whoosh! We are One…
© Stefan Bright 03/01/12
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