Thursday, April 28, 2016

Heaven Bound

My journey’s arrived at the final gate
The gatekeeper declares, “You need to wait!”
I look around to see who else is near
I’m pretty sure I deserve to be here

I took a peek through the gate and beyond
Then turned and said, “No, this is where I belong!”
The light was welcoming like before noon
“Massages” on a big sign in a gold room

I saw through a window, horses grazing
A sign by the door, “For the Horse Crazy”
Another sign said, “Yoga teacher needed”
Where yogis were practicing deep breathing

A desk was waiting with the perfect light
For someone like me who would love to write
Two leashes by the door for the dogs
It’s their heaven, too, and they love their walks

The food on the tables just blew my mind
Wine and chocolate and cheese of every kind
Everything here is what heaven would seem
I was sure heaven was ready for me

The gatekeeper gently pried me away
“This is your someday but it’s not today
You hit your head when you fell off you chair
Your body’s still alive so go back there!”


                                       Myjo

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Whiskey

Gliding around this beautiful sphere
Imagination navigates as my thoughts steer
Embracing the peace I feel all around
I’m suddenly prompted, “You MUST go down!”

I halt my thoughts and do an about face
Receive my assignment then zip through space
Arriving here at a tavern bar
Spirit telling me, “this is where it starts”

Spirit’s showing me a man that’s gone home
A grieving woman sitting here alone
Drinking whiskey to kill the pain inside
Dark souls waiting, hoping to hitch a ride

She stood up fast then passed out on the ground
The dark souls were gathering all around
The fractured light was her soul’s submission
I pushed them aside and then I rushed in

I wrapped her in light, her soul surrendered
I knew my purpose was to defend her
The dark souls retreated, then they soon left
I stayed with her soul while her body slept.


                                      .....Myjo

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Kriya

The archers came from nowhere dressed in white
Two knelt quickly and aimed their bows just right
With skills and confidence they’ve acquired
The arrows flew with their cargo of fire

One turned to the other, I heard him speak
“That was just perfect, we sunk them real deep!”
The flames grew quickly, the fire red hot
Witnessing the damage had me distraught

I flew upstairs to assist the escape
Panic and mayhem were on full display
She was rushing to rescue her scared child
As the flames of the fire grew more wild

The time had passed for material cares
All that mattered was getting out of there
I stayed with her till I knew she was safe
Then quietly faded out of her way

The angels were sent to make me let go
Of what held me back, made my progress slow
The things I thought defined me are now gone
Living life simple is where I belong


                                  ..... Myjo

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Downstream

“Gently down the stream”, is what the wise ones say,
To go through this life the optimal way.
“Go with the flow, be an easy rider,
Take a deep breath and resist the fighter.”

Flying down the rapids, I feel so free.
Enjoying what life has offered to me.
From out of nowhere comes your pleading call,
“Please, oh please be with me so I don’t fall.”

I come to the shore, the Rescue Ranger.
Not caring my freedom is now in danger.
You ask for my craft so you can have fun
Not thinking your thrill would hurt anyone.

My dreams of yesterday showed me today
That you would manipulate me this way.
I heed the warning, decline your request.
The nightmare averted, I know it’s best.

You’re mad and angry, screaming threats at me.
It’s all good.  We’re gonna be fine.  You’ll see.
My dreams, they show me ahead and then back.
I could come here and prevent your attack.

Who would have thought that the simple word, “no”
Would have kept us moving right with the flow?
Glad for the warning that came in the dream.
Our lives are bliss as we now head downstream.


                                           ..... Myjo

Monday, March 21, 2016

Letting Go

I’m staring at my phone in disbelief
My calls and texts you refuse to receive
The first stage in full bloom, “This is untrue!!”
Quickly I text, “I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!”

Denial fading, anger rushes in
Threats and insults I don’t plan to rescind
You’re not exclusive, I get my rage too
Feeling guilt for not giving more to you

The emotions linger like a bad storm
You’ve left this space, and I need to conform
Leaning into the possibility
Our journey together is now complete

Then peace quietly drifts in like a dove
As my soul greets yours, exchanging our love
We needed each other, we had to grow
I bow to the lesson of letting go.


                                         Myjo

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Fragile

Starting off on a path with someone new
Being careful to not reveal my truth
The response they give indicates to me
I need to navigate more carefully.

Guarded and cautious, I think what to say
A friendship that’s new is fragile this way
Smoke and mirrors, I’m the illusionist
My real truth I hide and just show them this.

But here’s what Spirit’s showing me today,
"If this fragile friendship makes you replay
Your words and actions, expressions of you
Then you really aren’t embracing your truth."

Labeling this fragile is just a way
To hide the true me so that I can stay
So those that I need to keep in my life
Are those that see me and ride by my side.


                                     ..... Myjo

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Untouchable

I’ve ascended to a place you can’t see
Where your insults no longer affect me
Now I understand the reality
The venom is your insecurity.

When I resided on the earthly plane
I would feel like I was going insane
I would believe everything that you said
Abandoned self-love, felt worthless instead.

But now I get that it’s not my concern
Your opinions of me that make you burn
You’ve got your shit and I, too, have my share
You get my power as soon as I care.

Armed with love and compassion, once again
I approach your light and gently step in
Your perfection the only thing I see
When your condescension is aimed at me.

                                          ..... Myjo