Look Within

I look within and I see the Heart of the Universe.
I see every created thing, all that is, all that was, and all that is yet to be
As I look I see that every created thing has a thread of smoke or light going from it.
The voice whispers, “This cord connects all to the Source.
Without this cord it would not exist.”
I see that all these threads, coming from everything, go to the center
The center circle of the Source, where the seven directions make one place.
I see that all these threads are tied together or joined here at this spot.

The voice spoke, “This is the Center of the Universe.
This is the place where all things join together,
Where all that is, all that was, and all that will be, become one.
The place where everything and all begin and end,
This place inside everything and all that is,
Binding yet freeing, holding yet letting go.”
And I finally understand.
Understand of all creation, the seen and the unseen,
Everything and All are related, Everything and All are equal, Everything and All are one.

The voice spoke one last time, “Yes, now you know the Center of the Universe.” ……

And I pray to the seven directions…..hear me.

I pray to the West, which provides us rest and reflection.
I thank the West for these gifts for without them we could not live.

I pray to the North, which provides us patience and purity.
I thank the North for these gifts for without them we could not live.

I pray to the East, which provides us energy and emotions.
I thank the East for these gifts for without them we could not live.

I pray to the South, which provides us discipline and direction.
I thank the South for these gifts for without them we could not live.

I pray to the Above, which provides us with beauty and vision.
I thank the Above for these gifts for without them we could not live.

I pray to the Below, which provides us with all our physical needs.
I thank the Below for these gifts for without them we could not live.

I pray to the Within, which provides, holds, and guards our connection to the Source.
I thank the Within for these gifts for without them we could not live.

Grandmother, you share with me your wisdom, and I thank you for this gift.
Grandfather, you share with me your strength, and I thank you for this gift.

Author: Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre April 25th, 2006

Prophecy

Night now day
Dreams are agony
The End, gasping for breath
All Life crying, lost, waste

Why was I called
From where comes this vision
Dooming incubus eating horizon
Darkness descends, I despair

Babe, fresh from the womb
Birth this day, another waste
Fresh cannon fodder, bloody haze
Disrupting my slumber, apocalypse

False signboards pushing sway
What is true, what follows
This dream I would tell you
Warning of reality, affairs to follow

And we all remain blind
Hide from reflected truth
Mind filled with folderol
I fear our world short-lived

Haunting, taunting, blinding, me still
Refuse heaps engulfing reason
Rent hemorrhage of earth gone soft
Fractures egress in reality

Crowded cities, billowing hatred
I sit, alone, scorned, bewildered,
Trapped ‘tween flame and madness
Trampled by War-lords’ machines

Destruction in their breath
Bent to make remake the world
What will they bequeath the future
Human race once more gone mad

Now, nature turned bad
Desperation, no return from sin
Destinies squandered, future wan
Soon Man retired, detritus and relicts
But insects and grass, life will proceed

No more me or you…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre August 11th, 2008

Who Decides?

Who Decides?

Peace or War?
Who Decides?
Neither the power brokers, nor the fear mongers,
For where else does their power come but from us?
But they do set the spark; fan the flames of fear, of doubt

Preying on our own wants and needs,
Our own sense of morals, what we hold right and true
And they know well our weakness
Aware of just the right spots unguarded
They use the barriers they built between us
Calling us to battle employing religion, race, or creed

And the so-called common people
Sad peons like you and me
It is us who feel the searing flames
Once the torch of war is lit
They take our youngest children
And feed then to the storm
While they hide their own out in plain view
Enjoying safety as they prance on TV

Can we refuse the call to duty,
Set aside our anger, put away our hate
Set ourselves to do the needful thing
Instead of following that trash they preach.

Will we allow another blood bath?
Again follow their power maddened plans
Do we again answer their call to righteous murder
Another nightmare spreading blood across the lands

Who decides these things?
Your holy concept of god – or you?
So why are we once more allowing, murder, torture, and crime?
Why are we enabling them to spread their imperialism across the world?
And how can they take away our own rights?
Locking us up in this cage.

So, again, I ask you – who decides?

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre August 8th, 2008

Who Decides?

Who Decides?

Peace or War?
Who Decides?
Neither the power brokers, nor the fear mongers,
For where else does their power come but from us?
But they do set the spark; fan the flames of fear, of doubt

Preying on our own wants and needs,
Our own sense of morals, what we hold right and true
And they know well our weakness
Aware of just the right spots unguarded
They use the barriers they built between us
Calling us to battle employing religion, race, or creed

And the so-called common people
Sad peons like you and me
It is us who feel the searing flames
Once the torch of war is lit
They take our youngest children
And feed then to the storm
While they hide their own out in plain view
Enjoying safety as they prance on TV

Can we refuse the call to duty,
Set aside our anger, put away our hate
Set ourselves to do the needful thing
Instead of following that trash they preach.

Will we allow another blood bath?
Again follow their power maddened plans
Do we again answer their call to righteous murder
Another nightmare spreading blood across the lands

Who decides these things?
Your holy concept of god – or you?
So why are we once more allowing, murder, torture, and crime?
Why are we enabling them to spread their imperialism across the world?
And how can they take away our own rights?
Locking us up in this cage.

So, again, I ask you – who decides?

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre August 8th, 2008