Self-Inquiry

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Self-Inquiry

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Inquiring into the Nature of my being
and the nature of “God”.
One single thing.

I wake to the sounds of the dog
Scratching at the bars of his cage.

For a moment
I lie in darkness
Tiny lights flicker from a statue.
So I can see.

What time is it?
I always wonder
Feeling better if I’ve slept
A full night.

No, it’s three in the morning.

Before I get out of bed
I slink back into myself
Like a turtle back into his shell.

Thoughts flood my mind
Like the moonlight
On a dark starless night.

I’m everything.
The words come from a place
Deep inside of me.

I’m Oprah, Obama,
Dr King,
Daishiki,
Even Trump.
These thoughts lay gently within me.

Into the arena of Inquiry
I ascend.

A search for the truth
As it appears to me,
Raw and naked
Open and unashamed.

This life is one single thing,
Expressed as everything.

The left and the right of my brain merge into a whole.
I see God at work in everything.

I open my eyes
Wake from the hypnosis and conditioning
Let the dog out of his cage.

We step into the crisp morning air
So we both can feel a sense of relief.

Self Aware

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SELF AWARE

I’m not this body
These thoughts
This skin.

I’m not what you call me
Or think of me.

I’m not your property
Do not belong to the State.

Then who am
I
What
Am
I?

I am.
I observe.

Like watching a movie on the screen.
For a moment,
I’m enthralled,
Think I am the actor
Experiencing the scene.

When the movie is over
I’m thinking
About the characters.
I really did like that movie.

I know it was just a character
Not me.

Then who am I?
Lost without a fixed state.

I would be nothing
Without this body, money
This car or home.

Homeless without a room.
Leaves me feeling empty and all alone
Fear takes over
I cannot tolerate this feeling.

I run and hide,
Escape into alcohol, drugs, sex,
Anything to elevate this feeling
Like I am about die.

I can choose to ride this wave.
Hold onto the moment.
Ground myself in the tingling in my toes.

Soon the wave subsides.
I’m a little closer to
Letting go
Of this attachment
To the body and old.

The Changing Nature of Belief

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THE CHANGING NATURE OF BELIEF

Time Bodies

The Changeful and unstable nature of reality.

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Why put all your trust and belief?

“I am”

“I exist”

Is all you need to identify.

Did you choose false assumptions as a kid?

“I am the body” “I am in this skin.”

Not part of your original identity,

Selected along the way

Tucked neatly in the back of your thoughts.

This attachment to the fleeting phenomenal gives rise to the

“Ego”.

Who does not exist.

It’s something you made up

As a substitute for the truth.

Like children in play.

A natural tendency to make believe,

A young mind

Not able to fully grasp the truth.

Who is this “I”?

The person we take ourselves for.

Is just an idea.

If you study and learn as a person,

You only function as a person.

Awaken to the truth.

You then start moving as the whole.

Coming Into Wholeness

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COMING INTO WHOLENESS

@ A Spiritual Retreat

I’ve come to the awareness

Of where I am,

How I got here,

The decision I made.

The actions I took.

I accept my life.

 

My words

Have come from a place

Inside of me.

I accept my life.

 

My experiences

Have been my choice.

I accept my life.

 

Every word

Every deed

The stories I told myself

I am responsible for.

I accept my life.

 

I’ve taken the task of

Coming to this life.

Every obstacle,

A test.

To bring me to the

Awareness of the Self.

A nature that has been

Silent in the background.

Watching,

Listening,

Observing,

Experiencing,

Everything thing in life.

The joy,

The sorrow,

The heartache,

Is complete!

I accept my life.

 

I take the lead

And guide me to…

Wholeness.

Acceptance.

Compassion for myself.

I love and accept my life!

 

Esho Funi

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The Oneness Life and The Environment

Seeing Life through the lens of another Culture
I find the words to name a thing

The English Language
Does not hold the imagination
Of other nations

So like a traveler
On a journey
Going to places
That helps me to understand
My life and the environment
I find myself in.

Today I looked inside myself and realize
From whence I come
I look at the place I find myself in
And wonder

I went outside
To nourish my plants
A small measure of coffee grounds
Some epsom salt for a plant that has withered
Trying to thrive

I looked at this bush and it’s roots
I went inside to get my ax
I started chopping and this bush
Which has died but still
Tries to live

I began to uncover the roots buried under ground
Each time I swung the ax
A small measure of hurt I began to release

I saw the doubt wither away
I saw the anger turn to sweat
As it appeared on my face
I wiped it away
And can continued to
Unearth the roots

The roots of my anger
The roots of my disgust
The roots of my doubt
And limiting beliefs
We’re all shattered to pieces as the lies,
Revealed themselves.

Pathway

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Enter into the unknown.
It’s like looking through a door.
That has never been opened before.

You step through the opening,
Spread out your fingers
And feel your way through.

There’s nothing there
Except the chilling
Feel of the air.

Take one long breath,
Look back over your shoulder
See the path you’ve taken.

The jagged edges,
Snarling teeth,
Vicious bites.

A little breath escape, The hair on your arm
Sends an alarm, Your heart begins to race.
You want to turn back, You’ve come much further
Than before, Another step, you stumble
A large tree appears and you grab hold.

And begin to climb,

Small steps.

Giant leaps.

You’ve
Practiced all your life.
For this.

At the top
The sky begins to clear.
You see which way to go

Out-stretch your arms
Be liftedup
Be carried to your destination.

Fear is a Deception

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The Heart

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I lived with this deep, dark cavern
In the depths of my soul
A vastness that would never be filled.

Like traveling around the globe
Looking for something,
Anything,
That would fill the void.

Filled it with sex.
A pleasure
That was
Ravenous,
Insatiable.

An appetite
For danger,
Unprotected.
Destroyer of happiness.

Caught in a vortex spinning,
Out of control.

Searching for a life vest
In the middle of the ocean.

Drifting on a current
Tossed and turned.

Propelled to the
Middle of the ocean.
Drowning in a
Pool of desire
That would never be filled.

Loneliness consumed
Happiness.

So adrift
On an
Island.
Alone.

Many moons have appeared
Then disappeared.
Many seasons have changed.

Trends have come and gone
Money has reappeared.

Left is a heart broken opened
Seeping
Till it had nothing left.

So it begins to heal itself
From the inside.

Closing the wounds
Applying temporary bandages
Just for some relief.

Until the heart
Has a steady beat
“Put Your Finger on the Pulse
and Feel the Beat,
The Rhythm of Life.”

A path of peace, love and joy
Is the way this heart
Has decided to live.

Knowing desires brings,
Both joy and pain.
Inseparable
Like a fish and water.

Looking from a distance
At the hurt,
Releasing the pain.

A little at a time.
Like squeezing the heart.
Letting the pain ooze out.

Each day a little brighter,
Each moment
Fills a tiny space.

Until the heart is full.
And can rest.
Each day a bit stronger.
No longer searching outside itself
for Happiness.

Sacred Earth

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SACRED EARTH

The dark fertile soil
Has been around
For many moons.

It’s texture
Inviting to the touch.

Walk on the moist green grass
Feel the moisture
Between
Your toes
See small remnants
Of grass
Caressing your feet.

Roots
Spread out
Beyond infinity,
Touching , intertwining
Creating a
Holding space
For life
To emerge.

The earth
Is the Mother,
Nurturer
Life giving
Care Taker
Sustains all life.

To be honored
Protected
Loved and cared for…

You are the earth
Life giver
Sacred…