Vision Quest

I go to my sacred place, my special hideaway
Here where I feel strongly my connection to the one
I ask the One of my purpose, my duty, job
What is my goal in life?

This my lifelong quest, ever seeking my vision, clarity
A rite of passage, days slipping by, weeks, months
I remember my teacher’s words, the wisdom, guidance
Calmly I know it is right, the truest of journeys
Knowing I have much more to learn, see, feel

I hear the drumming, bells jingling, rattling
The sounds of the old one singing in the air
Chanting, meditation, communicate with Spirit
Spirit is strong in this special place, strong in me
High energy of connection filling the core of me

Words of the ancestors fill my mind
Histories untold, legends and rumors, information lost
All I need know is offered, given freely
If I but listen, hear the silence spaces between the notes
Patience brings the vision, vision brings understanding

I stand tall with my arms raised to the sky
Rejoice and call my questions out loud
Listening I gain all I you need to know
Still, listening to the wind, honoring all the elements, all living things
My ancestors, the one, my purpose, my goal

Duty and purpose grows from this moment…
I walk forward, renewed…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre April 29, 2009

Make a Difference

Whatever you do in life,
Do the very best you can
Devote both your heart and mind
For in devoting the all of you
The very Power of the Universe be yours
And your heart and mind will be in Unity

When you sit in the center of the all,
You must be responsible, creative, and caring
You must learn that all of Life is related,
And learn the hurt of one is the hurt of all
Just as the honor of one is the honor of all,
Whatever we do affects everything else
Sharing light and love returns hope and contentment
Sharing darkness and anger brings only pain and despair

Choose to be the light
To be the love…

If you do it this way,
If you truly join your heart and mind as One,
Whatever you reach for, all you attempt
That is the Way it will Be

You can make the difference!

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre April 29, 2009

Which Are You?

The narrowest of minds
Looking upon the world through their own eyes only
The noisiest, those who have yet to learn to listen
The most condescending are those full of anger and opinion
Those who have yet to learn how to respect one another

The most tolerant, are the ones seeing through many eyes
Seeing and taking time to understand
Listening to learn and better comprehend
And above all, respecting all as equal and deserving

Which are you?

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre April 28, 2009

Because we tend to forget…

So what happens when you focus on all the things that you don’t have? Your lack of money, your bad health, the ill health of your family and impending loss, your loss of what was so special to you. What happens When this becomes your whole world?

You get stuck, and you stay stuck. Every thought you have either makes you stronger or weaker. Thoughts of kindness, hope, forgiveness, and peace are strengthening. Anger, anxiety, worry, and fear weaken you. You must process events in terms of appreciation rather than depreciation. You either feel that the universe is plentiful and providing, or you feel short-changed, that nothing is ever right. That’s what I call a scarcity mentality – expecting that things won’t work out for you. I was recently talking with an ill friend and she said, “With my luck the way its been, I won’t make it another year.” I answered, “With my luck, I will make it a hundred!” I think she may be buying a grave plot.

Once you get yourself stuck, to get unstuck, you have to look deep inside and really change the way you look at everything, make yourself look at everything differently. Before you go to bed, create an image of what you want for yourself; then act as if you are who you want to be. Catch yourself verbalizing self-defeating thoughts, stop labeling yourself, and take time just to be.

You quiet your mind. We’re thinking too much! It’s the silence between the notes that makes the music. So get quiet. Meditate; go for a walk; listen to the birds, to the wind. Breathe in the fresh air and allow your mind to let go. Ya, I know, I can hear you saying “I don’t have the time to do that.” But the thing is, If you don’t take time for being healthy, you’ll eventually have to make time for being sick. You can meditate for two minutes at a red light. Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, and clear your mind. The person behind you will let you know when your two minutes are up!

There are signs of your finding inner peace. When we have a sense of peace we tend to smile, feel compassion, and enjoy the moment. We lose interest in conflict, and we stop worrying! Stop worrying because there’s nothing to worry about. It makes no sense to worry about things you have no control over because there’s nothing you can do about them, and why worry about things you do control? The activity of worrying keeps you immobilized, frozen, locked in a never ending spiral down the dark tunnel.

So the next time you’re tossing and turning in bed, First think of God, whatever God means to you. Think of the universal force that allows an acorn to turn into an oak tree or a blossom to become an orange. The moment you bring spiritual energy to the present, worry and anguish dissolve.

Think I’ve mastered this? I don’t know that I have! I struggle with the same things you do, and, like you, a lot that thankfully few other people ever have to face. I’ve dealt with marital problems, problems with my kids, and the tragic and violent deaths of my loved ones. What I’ve learned is to remind myself that all I have is today. That sometimes helps me shift my attention to what’s good and right.

Forgiveness is a dramatic way to transform a life. Forgiving my father for for all the years of abusing his family was a turning point for me. After he died, I went to my father’s grave and told him, I don’t know what motivated you to run your life as you did, but I forgive you. Afterward I felt a deep sense of relief and peace. Forgiveness is transforming. When you hold a grudge, the poisons of anger and blame destroy you.

Your heart weakens, your blood pressure rises, you get ulcers. It wrecks your health, makes you miserable. And when you forgive, miracles begin to appear in your life because forgiveness heals. It’s the core of every great spiritual teaching – from Jesus and Buddha to Gandhi and Mother Teresa. I also recommend the art of detachment, one of life’s great lessons. Detach from the opinions of others; from the habit of judging or controlling others; from the past; from the need to be right and to win; from an obsession with material things. Follow your passion in life, but detach from the outcome and allow the universe to handle the details.

Peace and Blessings,

Steve `Easy` Whitacre Nov. 8th, 2008

Hidden History

Unfathomable hidden history of time,
Dark forgotten corners of my mind
I see their travels, feel their heat, know their pain
This the dusty trail of distant lives,
Long past, stretching the course of eons gone
Gone yet somehow the memory of them lives
Living as these shadows, deep within my core

A bitter taste of something, it just ruined you through time
You are the Nectar in a bottle, a taste so different now your gone
It may be the taste of time, dank flavor that ever hurts,
Liken the bitterness of a love affair failed
Yet the youngest find it cool,
They just sip and find it nice
They just taste and follow the shallow rules
Fall in line without even thinking twice

This money world you live in, even though you think it’s not
It’s the Human Way, evolution and false growth
When you’re here it’s what you’ve got
So Shut Up! Can you do that?
Can you fight! Get off the track?

These damn roots, they really strangle
Ever growing in your brain
There’s a simple way to escape this
But they’ll think that you’re insane
Out of step, out of whack!
Where are you really going?
What’s the truth, what’s a fact?
There’s no way of really telling

The only bet you have here, is that you come and simply go
It’s just borrowed time you’re living
All the rest is just a show…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre Feb 1st, 2009

Wonder of All Wonders

Before the universe was born
Before the first turning of the wheel of time
There was something in the chaos of the heavens
Standing alone, empty yet full
The silence within a riot of sound
Solitary in the most crowded expanse
Unpredictable for all of its unchanging way

It is ever present and secure
Fleeting in its flashes of surprise
You may regard it as the Mother of the universe
Because we do not know its name, cannot know
We may call it spirit, for the answer found within

You will call it else, for your answer is yours
If forced to give it a name,
Seeking harmony through understanding
I would call it ‘Great’

This heavens gift we all share
The wonder of all wonders
It is life…

Steve `Easy` Whitacre April 27th, 2009

Learn for today for tomorrow,
Live today as though tomorrow will never come…

Dust Motes and Memories

(A poem about Dementia)

There she sits, lost in her memories
Watching dust motes dance in shafts of sunlight,
Seeing what?
Her eyes are misted by time and years,

And that secret smile, playing ever so slightly
Across her aged lined lips.
Like an ancient Mona Lisa, it reminds us
There are things we will never know about her,

And the things she has forgotten about herself.
She is lost without her partner, companion through her life,
But she cannot recall where he has gone.
She just remembers that she misses him

And ever wonders why he left her.
What thoughts run through her head now?
What hopes and dreams go unfulfilled?
We cannot help her to remember

What we never took the time to see.
And although we try to reach her,
With our comforting words and love,
It seems she doesn’t listen anymore.

Though she is surrounded by those who love her,
Her ears are tuned to another place and time.
As she quietly slips into a private world
Just out of our reach.

It’s too late for us to cry about those memories,
Or wish we had those yesterdays back.
Those days are gone, as surely
As the passing hours on the clock.

All that’s left for us, is the certainty
That our days are slipping by as well,
And to wonder where our minds will roam
When the dust motes dance for us
In the soon coming twilight of our lives…

For my 88 year old beloved aunt
Steve ..Easy.. Whitacre April 13th 2009