Art and Words to settle my mind
I fall against a wall of air,
Wall insubstantial, parting as I move
My shadow follows, silent, riding waves
Tides of sky or ocean, all the same
Sun, but rose ember orb
Drifting on warmed desert breeze
Washing patterns, fluid, painted feathers
Soothing, calmness, caress, peace
I glide among the few highest clouds
Over and under the great mystery
My shadow begins to grow……
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 19th, 2008
We all desire a better tomorrow. A World made better, more peaceful and tranquil, with which to raise our children and live our lives. If you want to make a real difference in this world we all share, there are steps to learn to take. First, learn to be optimistic. Don’t allow yourself to be depressed, frustrated and disillusioned, all the time. Know that you are doing what you can and that it counts. Every single solitary thing that we each do and say and, most especially think, really does count. More than you can ever believe. Some might argue that we don’t have any choice in this upside down dangerous world and that we can’t effect what will happen. But even if we can’t immediately alter the course of human events on the world level, we can certainly create change in our own lives and in all of the lives that we touch, (and this is really where it all starts, yourself), and our thoughts are the seeds of that change.
Use your thoughts wisely. Understand their power. Thoughts have a tendency to become their physical equivalent. This is one of the fundamental laws of the universe. Another one is the Law of Attraction, which states that ‘like attracts like,’ positive to positive, negative to negative. Because it is consciousness that creates reality, the kind of consciousness you hold, your vibration if you will, actually creates the kind of life you’re living. So our first order of business must be to stay positive. Hold and entertain only positive possibilities. Teach yourself to imagine only affirmative alternatives. Surround yourself with wholly uplifting, life-affirming people and influences. Align yourself solely with the greater good so that your actions will be born of only the finest of your best intentions.
Remind yourself that far away, there in the sunshine, are your highest aspirations. You may not reach them, but you can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead. I have been haunted recently by the words written by a Protestant minister after the downfall of the Nazi regime. “First they came for the gays. I am not gay, so I didn’t say anything. Then they came for the Gypsies. I am not a Gypsy, so I didn’t say anything. Then they came for the Jews. I am not a Jew, so I didn’t say anything. Then they came for the Catholics. I am not a Catholic, so I didn’t say anything. When they finally came for me, there was no one left to say anything.”
Make a statement.
Make a stand.
Make a difference.
In light of the widespread oppression, manipulation, intimidation that surrounds us today, you most certainly need to say something. You need, in fact, to talk to everyone who you meet, actually engage on a human level with those who you encounter as you make it through our day. Not just your families, friends and colleagues or those of presumed like-minds, but the shoe repair guy, the waitress at the coffee shop, the post office clerk, the bag boy at the super market.
If you ignore, exploit or patronize those people whose lives intersect with yours, how can you expect international relations to be more civilized? You need to “Walk your talk” wherever you go, whatever you do, remembering always, that by doing so you do make a difference. Let yourself be a sun, sending your caring energy out into the world, shedding light wherever you go. You never know who you might touch, or what a difference you may make with the radiance of your smile and warmth of your friendship.
Walk in peace and beauty,
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre Nov. 10th, 2006
wa-ya dv-ga gv-do-di go-la-nv
As the Sun slid down behind the great bend of the world,
And the darkness threw its dark fingers across the lands,
All life of the day retreat to their warm places of safety,
Their day done, their rest earned.
Peace comes. It is right.
The life of the darkness easing out into the dimness,
Bodies warming to the stirring call of their time,
The call of existence, of ritual, and the right,
Yet we are out-of-place,
These few, the singers, the seekers, the watchers, the dancers.
Yet it is right.
We gather outside the circle,
We make to prepare, to stand ready, to enjoin with all.
The traditions are there. Locked within our very being.
Yet we prepare, the path must be made clear,
Lest the journey we begin, be blocked,
And return lost forever.
The young ones have prepared the great wheel,
The circle lies complete, empty but for the secrets it contains.
It awaits our call, the songs of awakening,
Our sacrifice to the one, for the opening of the door.
It waits yet it calls, and pulls at our very being,
Pulls us toward that which is before us.
It is time.
We, who stand outside center, yet are so much part of it, begin the song.
The old ones have taught us well,
The circle resonates with the call of our voices, the pull of our souls.
The night stills in anticipation and perhaps fear,
And, as one, we move to enter, careful steps, the song building.
The song flows around us, through us, becomes part of us, a part of all.
Our steps move us closer to the center,
But the song is what brings us, brings us here.
The bond strengthens, the connection builds.
We loose parts of what we are,
Yet we gain parts of what all are, what is, what will be.
As we near center, the vale begins to lift.
That which separates there and here begins to thin.
The dancers move forward, their movement adding to the call.
The sacred smoke wafts across our consciousness, bringing more awareness.
Increasing our connection, our oneness to the source.
We find our place.
For some, the time is to keep the song going,
To keep the gate open, the connection strong.
For others, now is the time of the vision quest.
Of reaching out, joining with the one.
Embracing that which was, that which is, and that which will become.
I reach out, for I am called.
The impact. The overwhelming surge of being. Of becoming.
Like a fool or a small child, I fight what comes.
I fight to keep that which I think makes me whole.
To keep a part of what, I in this life, have been taught is me.
But I cannot win.
The pull is too great, the Volume too large.
And then as I surrender, understanding dawns.
This is the source of all things.
This is where all come from, and all go back to.
They are all here, all my friends, all my loved ones.
All whom I thought lost to me are here, have been here,
Will always be.
In my surrender, Peace and Love take over.
I am filled with the love of the one, and all that is.
And I become the Peace and Love, a part of the whole of Life.
A part of all that was, is, and will be.
It is the finding of what I had lost.
This is my place.
In this brief flashing instant I know all, see all, am all.
All my past, all my pasts, all my future, and futures.
I am all. A part of all that was, is, and will be.
I see the connection that feeds me.
The connection running throughout all living things.
Running to everything that is.
The source feeds all.
Wants to feed all.
Is, to be what all of us need, to give what all crave,
To help us in our journey, to supply us with strength and courage,
Passion, and Joy.
It is for us to draw on.
I am comforted.
Safe in mothers arms.
At home as though I never left.
As Peaceful and content as in a dream,
The dream of the untainted, without pain or troubles.
Without wretchedness or sorrow.
And yet I feel a push.
A gentle nudging that the time for me is short.
An urging to return to the physical, knowledge of the journey uncompleted.
I resist the thrust, even while knowing it is right.
I don’t want to leave this place, to loose this glory.
I want to stay here in my home.
But I know.
As part of the all, I know there are others.
Others back in the physical world that need me.
Need me to be there. The help I can give. The Love I can share.
And I know I need to be there for me. I need to continue my journey.
Need to be a part of that existence, as well as this.
But it is hard.
Knowing as I do now what will be lost to me in going back.
Knowing how little I will remember of the one.
How few of the answers will remain answered.
But I must go.
And I do.
As I awake, the sounds of the world drum on me.
The sacred smoke still eddies across the cold ground.
The dancers lie in and exalted heap around the center of the circle.
The others on quest set or lay where they are with a shared look,
A look of sadness and loss. Of joy and Peace.
Father sun is just beginning to burn away the night.
I feel the same sadness and loss.
The same regret for being back here, here where everything seems,
seems so much smaller, so much darker, so much less than where I am from.
But, as my senses return and awake, a new strength and understanding,
A renewed sense of hope, and just a bit of wisdom are at the front.
I am at Peace. I am renewed in both spirit and soul.
And as I prepare to leave this place, I start to remember,
remember some of the truths, some of the enlightenment that was
Shared while I was one with the source.
I remember requests honored, promises of help for friends and
Loved ones here in the World.
And I remember the Peace and the Love. It fills me still.
As we leave this place, this place that now will be honored by all that
know, will be wondered over by all that pass by. This now sacred place
where we achieved so much understanding and such connection that it is
changed for all time to come. We rejoice in the world we walk through.
We rejoice in the wondrous gift of Life, of our Love, and the freedom we
enjoy. And some of us rejoice in the reconnection with the source. Our
renewed energy and purpose. It is a good time to be alive. A good time…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre November 30, 2005
Oh great mystery,
Whose voice I hear on the winds
Winds the life giving breath of all
I beg you listen to my plea
I am but one of your many children
So weak, ignorant, and small
I need your wisdom and strength
I ask for your help to walk in peace and beauty
To ever find joy in your magnificent regal sunsets
Teach my hands to respect the things you have made
And allow me to listen, and so to hear your voice
Make me wise, so that I may understand the lessons you teach
All of your lessons hidden within each leaf, tree, and rock
I beg you for this gift of wisdom and strength
Not to be better to my brothers, but to ready for my greatest fight
The fight with my most powerful of enemies; myself
Then I will be ready to come back to you with clear heart and upright eye
And on that day, when this life ebbs away as a fading sunset
My spirit may come back to you without shame
And for this gift, and the magical gift of life around me
I lift my arms on high and give thanks
I will not forget…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 16th, 2007
With each breath, we become
The universe, all that is, was, will be
The very moment of creation contained within us
Passed on to the rocks, the trees, animals and fish
Beginnings and ends
The old ones say the essence of life is in water and wind
Earth, stone, fire and bone
But in the breath, our first connection
Joined to the elk, the hawk, bear, and buffalo
Without breath, no connection
Without connection, no creation…
This is the sacred circle of life…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre July 4th, 2008
I am the walking, talking, living reminder of all that is or has been
From the earliest beginnings of time, throughout all the dreams of tomorrow
I have ever been, am, and will always be…
From deep within the dark hot lodge the voices begin
Sounds of the old ones, sounds raspy and rough from age and wisdom, begin the tale
Through the haze of smoke dimmed eyes I see their shadows
In the heat I can yet feel their presence, heed to the bond of the ages
And my brothers sing the old songs, those sung by the ancestors long so ago
Songs sung to remind us of who we are, why we are here
Who we should be
And spirit is here too, sitting upon the prayer ties
Sitting and waiting, eager to help any that open their hearts and minds
The tension builds in the voices, like electricity in a closing storm
I no longer hear the words but feel their meaning, feel what they feel
And I understand now why what is within you is so much more important any words you say
And the prayers that are answered are those of love
Answered from a realm few of the people really understand
A realm pulled deep from within each of us, there for our needs
For the reason lies not in any mans reason
But within the reason of all things
The great mystery at the core of existence
Of movement and motion, change and changes
As the sweat of your body moves from within you
As does the understanding move from your core, your very soul
The sweat trickles down your body to the earth below, Earth Mother drinks, and you become again
The old ones steadily add wood to the fire
Increasing the great heat so you might become more of your Mother
And in your prayers it is your heart that is felt
Connection renewed, building afresh, shinning in its glory and wonder
Connected to the brothers in the lodge, the rocks and the air
Connected to the prayer ties and the spirits that sit upon them
I feel the pain of those around me, their pain becomes mine
I pray for their pain and with gentle kindness take their pain unto myself
Take their pain so that they may know a moment of rest, of freedom
The love of the mystery swells out from me, touches all around me
The brief moment I hold the pain they feel the love of the great mystery touch them
A caressing love filling them with peace, joy, and contentment
Tears flow from my eyes as I know their peace
For the willingness to take the pain of others, knowledge comes to me
The great mystery will take all the burdens I bear, all the pain
Washing it away with the sweat, running down my body to enter into the Mother
Making me once more whole and healthy, once more a part of the all
The door to the world is open, breath and prayers of the old ones released
Released once more back into the universe where created, to those spirits unseen
Breath on the winds tasted by us walking this journey
I crawl out the door headfirst just as I was born
Take my first breath, the breath of rebirth, so clean and cool
Weak as that first day of birth, yet more alive than ever before
Given another chance, another day to wonder in the glory
And I know we must remember, must hold for all yet to come
Brothers came before me, gave me the chance to be here now
I must hold to all the sacred things, all the importance of life and the Mystery
For there are many yet to come
And they must learn, must carry forward that which so many have lost
The journey continues…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 11th, 2005
Great mystery, I beg, use me as your instrument for peace
Where there is hate, let me bring love
For hate cannot stand before love and enlightenment
Where there is injury, let me bring healing
For with care and nurture, injury can be overcome
Where there is doubt, allow me to bring truth
For with truth and knowledge faith returns
And where there was despair, faith will bring hope
Where there is darkness, let me bring light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that I do not seek to be consoled, as to console;
Not desiring to be understood, as to understand;
I would rather love, as to be loved.
For I know it is in giving that we receive;
In pardoning that we are pardoned;
And in dying, that we are reborn to eternal peace.
Allow the beauty of the night sky and still waters;
Restore once more my faith in mankind.
Show me again how to love my brother,
Allow that my heart be open, so I may understand.
We may seem different from each other;
Yet, we’re not so different after all.
We’re all here for one reason, the same reason
Duty bound to spread peace and love
Among all life, all races, across this world
Reach out and touch your brother.
Take his hand and start the circle anew.
One hand within another, Spirit smiling from above…..
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 27th, 2007
This peace I ever sought to ascertain, what meaning
Life, such a struggle, never-ending battle to be
Yet, Raven remained ever on my shoulder
Stayed with me all down this long rocky road
Often prone to a cackling ramble, yet ever to push forward
Black preening feathered friend, giving love and support
My companion and escort on this journey
Together to at last find this tranquil place
For today, serenity is truly mine…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre October 28th, 2008
I try to laugh, struggle for the meaning
Beloved trees taunt me dropping their leaves
Their time done, the turn, circle complete
Lost, I sit quietly, bleeding in pain
Death comes so easily for them
With envy I sit watching each fall
My autumn in the past, yet I remain
Their leaves never to stay, never to feel this empty
I sit and wish I were one of them
Tired and weak, falling, floating, letting go
No regrets, simply to no longer stand the winds
Universal understanding that I make room for the new
The essence that was my life melting back into the soil
Final accomplishment in feeding the new lives yet to come
Falling in the silence, long earned peaceful rest
Knowing my small part in the continuance
This the curse of human existence
Nothing simple, complications and duty
I stare at the forest in shame with wrothful heart
Knowing their death far more noble, open self sacrifice
While here I sit in my self-centered depression
Can I manage to peel my mind off the forest floor?
Amidst all these martyred leaves I want desperately to be
Can I but be a part of the life gift, to rest and return?
I reach within, in search for wisdom, for guidance
And with reluctance the answer now clear
I cannot leave with so much yet undone…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre October 28th, 2008
revised November 28th, 2008