Walking the Shining Path

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.”

Be bold.
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

It Must Be True

So many, so often…

It flashes across the television
The criers acclaim it as they sell their papers on the streets
The masses demand justice in retribution for it
So it must be true…

I hear it whispered in the dark
Rumors flying like the wind bear testimony
Our leaders stand witness to the travesty
So it must be true…

The Bibles and Qurans record it
The priests and teachers promote it
The weakest of them say their Gods have seen it
So it must be true…

The elders have said it
Tradition makes a demand of it
Generations have believed in it
So it must be true…

Hmmm,
Perhaps it would be better to observe
Maybe it would be better to learn for yourself
To analysis and discover the truth of it for yourself
To find if it agrees with the reason and sanity of life
Whether or not it is conductive to the good and benefit of one and all
And then, when the truth is truly known and at long last clear,
To accept it, and live it, to the best of your ability, for the benefit of all…

And then, it will be true…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre November 21st, 2008

The Lost One and The Road Back

I am lost, and I have to find my way back
I have journeyed into a darkness of my own making
A darkness that I sorely needed
Needed to escape from another darkness too impenetrable to bear
An ending so heartbreaking and soul rendering that I could not abide
So I ran. I had to run, for pain and loss were too much
Too much for me to allow myself to continue
Yet I had to continue
So I ran

I ran deep inside myself
I pushed away the tears and anguish
Buried the hopelessness and helplessness
Hid the doubts and troubles, the guilt and the anger
Pushed my very soul so far from reach
That no one or nothing would be able to touch it again
Not able to attend the funeral I needed so badly to close my loss
I tried to kill and hide forever the parts of me that make me who I am
I remade myself so I could never hurt like that again

I took all of me and stowed it away
Down in that dark emptiness that I now carried in my soul
Burned there by that brief instance of nightmare, the very end of forever
I put away my ego, my self-respect, and all cares for myself
I allowed no inner joys, no dreams of the future, no future at all
And yet I denied myself the present also
Denied myself even the simple pleasures of the moment
That made up so much of me before
I cast myself out of a world I yet traveled

Turning my focus outward, I made my entire existence to do for others
My reason for being became taking care of those I still had with me
All my energies were now directed outward for all those around me
My time, my thoughts, every breath I took
Every friend in need, every imagined cause to be fought
Anything, and everything, except for myself
And as long as this remained my focus
As long as I kept the burning pain trapped deep inside
I was safe. No fear could touch me. No guilt could trample. Safe

And as the days and years went by, it got easier
The lies I tell myself became believable, became my new reality
Each new problem, whether lessor or dire, tragic or heartbreaking
Became for me the center of my life, all of my life, my existence
For each instance took me that much further from having to look within
Made it that much easier to keep the demons hidden
And, though I knew the demons were there beneath the surface
Crawling and clawing in that festering, and never healing wound
I was safe, for no one could know, and none get close enough to hurt me again

But there was too much of me left
Too much of me that needed to live, to live a real life
To love and laugh, to find those simple pleasures I need so badly
So, a battle enjoyed between my real self, caged so deep
And the fantasy I had created to steel myself against any return
Bad choices taken, driven by the tiny voice I refuse to hear
Mistakes generated by the conflict within resulting in more loss, more pain
Errors in judgement guaranteed to fail
To fail because my fantasy self would ensure their failure

And now I fear, my time runs short
Already so many of those I used for my focus have moved out of reach
And too soon, I will loose the few left to me
I will be alone, alone to deal with that I cannot deal with
That which I cannot face, even after all this time
What then will be the meaning for my continuance
All I base my life on now, will be lost
Where will I find purpose to hold back the darkness
Where will I run from the pain?

I must find a way back…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre November 14th, 2008

The Plea

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

The Longing

Two souls forming together what alone,
would be outside any imagination,
Intimate, entwined sharing of spirit and source,
The rapturous unbridled joy of just being,
Together yet apart, unfulfilled, incomplete, and yet,
To reach that somehow seemingly unreachable union,
Remains outside our grasp.

Oh, for changes in the past.
Of dreams of “things different” and their advancement to reality,
Of pain un-endured, raptures unimagined, time un-lost,
Of the paintings passing through my mind,
Whispers of what could be, what must be, what cannot,
And perhaps longed for such a time,
As only lost forever in the caverns of self-doubt.
Future bleak and insatiable,

And yet again hope intercedes into dream,
And the great longing consumes all of heart and soul,
Still the dreams of completeness flow,
Happiness reached, loneliness consumed,
And the journey back to the source as yet unfinished,
So the time is yet fluid, and future unset.

We still can be……

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre November 16th, 2005

These Words

I wrote these words to share the feelings of my heart,
To share this man’s truth, the truth the universe has revealed
I painted my feelings on the canvas of this paper
Used the hand that has longed to touch you
Touch you and reach into your soul to gently caress your tattered heart

I wrote these words as reply to the honesty God burdened me with,
To set free and let go the pain of my tired soul
Love is given freely and paid for with freedom
What are the casualties and who are the captives
Is it ever so simple or always so damn complicated

Will I ever get it right…?
I wrote these words for you
And tomorrow, as you look inside your own soul,
I wonder if you will think of them…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 14th, 2005

Take The Step

You’ve found truth, made decision
Lingering years of quest resolved
Answer found, the path before you
Yet here you be, stagnant now

Why this indecision
This reluctant fear to go
The time is ripe, the road is clear
The reason you must know

I see it in your eyes now
This darkness from your past
They kept you down, denied your quest
To hold you under them

Let this not be your future
Give to them no more
Cut them loose, no longer hold
Thrust them out the door

Determination and confidence
These best to guide your way
Your heart will lead, strength persevere
Reach out for that brighter day

Don’t wait until tomorrow
Not another single day
But take that first step forward
And you are on your way…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 16th, 2007

Taken on a Journey

I was taken on a journey new
By a friend who reached out her hand
Guiding me though places
We shared once so long past

The wonder of these memories
Now seen through another’s eyes
Refilled my heart, with hope and joy
Refreshed my will to live

Magical moments, times ere forgotten
Though precious, and held so close
So much more now, than they were before
In our sharing them once again

I can’t thank you enough
The words they do fail me
I hope you but hold, for the rest of your life
You have all my love and respect

I look forward to our next journey……

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 16th, 2008

The Old Tracks

As I walked it in my youth, that rocky old road
They were already gone then, run down, desolate
They had always been, abandoned for years
Overgrown with sumac and ivy,
All metal pulled out for scrap,
The wooden ties long gone for other things.

Yet I still shook with the thunder of their passing
Could still hear the roar of the engines
Feel the heat of the steam
In summer, grandfather would send me along them
Fetching cows from the back pastures,
Forgotten tools from the leaning barn

It was a long walk for a child my age
But the joy of adventure was worth every step
I travelled to far off places, imagination unbound
Lost in fantasy and wonder, joyous moments of time
That simple place, bringing such depth to my life
If only I could add it to my life now

But the memories I hold, tight in my soul
Shooting apples from the trees with my homemade bow
Chasing snakes in the gullies, to hear grandma squeal
There is a music to the past, a sweetest tone, perfect pitch
Even though I missed it then, I hear it clearly now

We lost the farm when grandfather died, dark shadow in my mind
And I, distracted by other things, path bent to travel other roads
Lost the magic of that youthful place, perhaps a piece of me died
Never again, through all I’ve achieved, nere to the adventure I had
Simply walking the ghost, of those old railroad tracks

Living in the mind of a child….

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre July 22nd, 2008