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Broken Light

I lied.

I cheated.

I borrowed.

I stole.

I was perverse

in thought and action.

I fucked.

 

I ran naked through

the woods

screaming

Jehovah’s name.

 

I lost myself in

so many thoughts,

people, and delusions

of grandeur.

 

And now I’m here.

 

I have no dreams left.

I have cracked open

to my brokenness,

living in my core.

That place that is unredeemable

except

in the living it as such.

 

In being what I am

freshness cleanses

the wound

so that its revealed to be

my destiny,

giving birth

to this broken light.

 

I stumble down

these halls

banging against

my self-inflicted walls

pretending I’m great

or straight or narrow

when I’m not.

 

I’m nothing of the sort.

I’m wicked game.

A fuselage

ready to explode

rocketing into orbit

around the sun.

and it takes just one moment to

bring me there,

 

That place between

you and I

that hurts,

that groans,

that’s murky

and disgusting.

 

none of it is far from here,

if you but scratch the surface

of this moment.

That is my gift.

11-7-11

Eric Grace ©


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When Freedom Rings

First, there was the Sound

that odd and then magnificent sound

the creaking door

edging its way

to a new position.

 

Then, there was the Light

blinding at first

from its newness

to the eyes of your heart

and then it became

so comforting

as it soothed

the eons

of despair

that had been its

ineffective replacement

or better said

its poor substitute.

 

This Light then found its way

down into the depths

of the dungeon

that you kept yourself in

where you had huddled in

and upon the beliefs,

the fears,

and the challenges

that broke your spirit

and hurt your soul

but this was your food.

 

Now as that thick door

finds its way to a new stance in your life

you come to know

that Grace

welcomes you

to your joy,

to your divine pleasure,

and to your calling to live

this moment

as your center.

 

And to give it freely

to those you love

and those that you have yet to love.

 

Celebration bells are ringing

as you come home to yourself

and to the Other

that is all around you.

You are free.

 

Eric Grace

9-20-2011 ©


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Into the Mystery

Jet Propulsion

into the dark night

of  joy

enhanced by

pleasure resounding

through my body bold

Happiness knocks on my hearts door

the cage is opened

released am I

into the great undivided One,

as the mystery frees itself

through me.

White Hot streams and currents flow

where I hadn’t yet dared to go

giving me back to myself

that self that I

had so deeply pained and paid for

with blood, guts, sweat, and tears.

I fought for this.

And I can stop now…

Stop in the rain,

drenching my person

with soul encircling

soft radiance of the True One.

Yes.

The mystery lives and breathes in me. I love it.

It is me.

Yes.

Flush me down the swirling toilet

into the next glorious moment of Ah.

The mystery gives itself

to me day and night

and I begin to listen to It,

letting it become me.

Eric Grace

3-30-10

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The Broken Egg

by Eric Grace

3-13-10

The dead compression

of a shell

is familiar

and comforting.

It aches to crack

the places

that have long been

silenced

by the dull

coverings

of conditions

given

and taken

over years

without delight.

I go forward,

not alone,

but with My Soul.

My one true friend

that I will never leave again,

nor s/he me.

The Lord is my Maker,

The Mother is my Lover and my Beloved,

The Saint is my Grace

The Sage is my Simmer

Galloping I go

into the tears, fears,

and pleasures

of the unknown.

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