The Door on the Right

The glass is dark, I thought they couldn’t see

I’m stuck here, an amnesiac and me

Though I know the door is off to my right

I stay by the window where I see light

Then I see Rosebud so I pound and yell

“Please, oh please help me, I’m stuck in this hell!!”

She stops at the window, looks inside

“Apple is that you?  If it is, knock twice!”

Relief floods through me, she knows that I’m here

I’ll soon be rescued with nothing to fear

I tell her, “Although everything’s the same

This person here can’t remember my name!”

She smiles and nods to the door on the right

“Go through it, I’ll meet you here in the light”

I’m afraid but I do it nonetheless

Trusting this is the way to happiness

There are many willing to help me here

I let go, move freely, facing my fear

I’m shown if I falter, help is right there

They’ve got my back and I can see they care

The amnesiac whom I can now see

Was only the mortal version of me

The room, the window, the door on the right

Just a false prison preventing the light

                                Myjo

What If?

What if you could fly and you didn’t know?

What if all you had to do was let go?

Gliding with no effort over the trees

With no boundaries you’d be totally free

What if you could fly in absolute stealth?

You couldn’t be seen by anyone else

You could dip in and check on those you love

And stay a bit then ascend back above

What if you were able to travel time?

See what’s ahead and back along your line

Would you feel the urge to make any change?

Or could you accept what was your pathway?

Maybe flying is a stage of the mind

Letting go of logic, floating through time

What if our imagination and dreams

Are what’s real while life is just a smoke screen?

                                                Myjo

Photograph

Viewing the photo doesn’t bring me pain

Just a place I’ll never visit again

I held on tight to everything I see

It slowly and steadily poisoned me

I was allowed to take one last snapshot

Then I packed it all up and threw it out

I’m grateful for the memories of all this

Because now I appreciate my bliss

Soon after this picture had been taken

My happy new life was in the making

I got blank pages and a new pen

And began writing my story again

Now letting the visions come as they please

Penning the story intended for me

This photo is all I have left of that

As I look ahead and never turn back

                                  Myjo

Love's Hurt

I read the letter she wrote carefully

The one begging him to stay and not leave

His dismissal was the source of her pain

The hurt she felt was driving her insane

Although she knew he would never look back

She hungered now for exactly just that

He knew her heart, which made her vulnerable

Though it was over, she remained hopeful

My task as her guide, help her move on

Stop saying good-bye, he’s already gone

To show her peace in this situation

I had to elevate my vibration

To receive what’s in store she must let go

So I slipped in her dreams to start the flow

She knew who I was and why I had come

I held her close till her crying was done

I showed her a preview of what’s in store

And how she didn’t need him anymore

When she could see that she would be okay

I wrapped her in love then let the dream fade

                                     Myjo

Delusion

Reaching through the ethers, I take your hand

Searching for how to help you understand

I cringe when I see your limited view

From my perch I see the amazing you

Your running partner is false perception

Pushing you faster toward deception

Fueled with the idea of never enough

Struggling with this attachment makes it rough

Soon you’ll no longer be able to run

You’ll wish you’d slowed down and had way more fun

Your looks and money are an illusion

This carrot you seek is your delusion

As you step on the scale measuring your worth

I’m ready for the dam of tears to burst

With your hand in mine that your eyes can’t see

I console this younger version of me

                                        .....Myjo

Curvy Yoga: Take Two!

You know, when you feel that nagging and it won't go away?  That thing playing back in there in your mind that says, "this is what you need to do!"?  

Honestly, I got the training, tried teaching in California under the name "Curvy" and got nowhere.  Why?   Maybe my attitude.  I don't know.  So here I am again, in Arizona, putting myself out there.  

Today was the first day of class and a whopping ZERO showed up to take the class.  I looked over at the studio owner and suggested that maybe we change the class name.  She was adamant.  "NO!!  There is a need for this class and we just need to figure out how to reach out to those people!"  She's right.  Why should/would I give up so quickly?  

I'm ready.  I posted the class on the studio's site and registered on Curvy Yoga's site with my new location.  A very wise teacher once told me that I need to meditate and visualize what I want.  I followed his advice and my classes were amazing in California.  Why wouldn't the same advice work in Arizona?  Silly.  Of course! 

So, I'll leave you with this little snippet as I ask you to excuse me while I go into my meditation room.  

Jai! 

Meaningless

“Waiting here, as my life is meaningless,

For the pain to fade into nothingness

I’m saying good bye to those that I’ve loved

And those that loved me but never spoke up

“To those that found me as someone to use

You confirmed my self-worth through your abuse

Yes, I loved you but you never loved me,

It’s fine, neither do I, so we agree

“How could anyone see someone like me

And find them lovable beneath this grief?

They’re seeking perfection from the get-go

So my lovable side they’ll never know

“Since waiting’s the worst, I’ll skip to the end

My useless life concludes when I press ‘send’”

Sadness consumed me when I saw this note

A desperate plea someone close to me wrote

Since traveling time is a cool thing I do

I needed to help this someone I knew

Found that moment with her hand on the key

Sent a call to her phone coming from me

You picked up the phone and I never knew

A random call from me was what saved you

You’ve since been my best friend, my ride or die

I’m grateful for your call that saved my life

                                 Myjo