Spiritual Q&A: Got Spiritual Beef With Life?

20150112_100946-EFFECTSThere is a great deal of adversity that occurs during the Human Journey of the Soul.

How do we make sense with something truly unfortunate that went down in our experience?  What are we to do when we have a spiritual beef with Life?

In those instances, all the beauty and joy in creation can seemingly mean nothing during the times when our worlds come crashing down.

The most important thought to consider when times make you want to throw your hands up and just say “Eff it. Eff this. Eff that. Eff, Eff, Eff!” is pretty simple.

Remember:

We live through the crashes.  And in the case we don’t, then it’s not a worry in this existence, now is it?

My point is, so long as we live through (insert Eff’ed up experience here), that single breath, the beating of the Heart is worth finding a way to be grateful.

Born & Raised

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A view of Honolulu

I was born in this city…

This’ll never be New York City nor any other city than the place all who live outside the city, in their towns, all those ‘townies’, them homies who call this place ‘Town’…

Honolulu.

All my Life, it’s been me and you.  Sure I lived in Hilo, Dear, but my Heart was here, that was surely clear.  Why you might ask?  Well that’s quite easy. Sit back, relax, and let me wax poet-like, as I channel my Inner Weezy.

I was born here ya know? Way back when before there were cell phones who got smart and before pagers even. I think when I was born 8 Tracks were still around though I couldn’t tell ya because at that time, I was only just born.

I was born before both Bush I & II were in office, before Clinton & Monica did their ‘dance’ and way back before anyone dreamed a President could be from Honolulu!

“I could see Diamond Head all the way from Aliamanu” Dad told me once, then twice, and perhaps he’ll say it again as some times in Life, the best things, like ‘I Love You’ are said time and time again.

The first time it didn’t resonate. The second time it shook away the cobwebs. He can say the third but I already know that this ‘Town’ is crying as she is transformed to a city from so long ago a swamp.

Whether those tears are of joy or misery or both isn’t up for me to decide.  I hear the sounds as drills pound hard into the land, as the cars race on by, and just as time flies upon its wings of Illusion.

Honolulu has been hurting for, to, and because of change ever since she was born from the fiery underbelly of this Earth.  I was born here you know?  Oh that’s right, I’ve said that once, maybe twice now before, and that’s right, thrice and on and on, and more.

I’ve felt the pain that lives in the Ether through all of my existence.  I’ve heard the sorrow upon the wind.  But you know, even though the City she is now sheds her ‘Townie’ skin, and changes her dress all the while putting up the good fight of the beauty that comes with that change, I hear what occupies her, the True beats of Nature, that give Life to Life, now see here…

The birds, those glorious birds, as they stir the first sounds each morn, their beautiful songs singing before any cars race, before any machines pound their new developments into place, before all that fuss that gives the city its’ anguishing cries.

The laughter of the palm leaves as they swing as the wind flows on by.  And if it’s really calm, you know what I hear?  I can hear the waves as they crash upon not so distant shore here, each and every night.

I was born in this city but you already knew that.  I can’t say if I’ll die here, if I’ll remain with her but I can tell you just as she has changed, the same as pagers were replaced with cellular phones that then became smart phones, and let’s not even get into computers, little me-oh-my how I’ve changed as well.

I’ve shed many a tear or two or three beyond I lost count at how many damn tears I’ve cried! Their salt water washing my Soul just as the Soul of Honolulu, this beautiful city, known as ‘Town’ by those ‘townies’ who live in their towns, call her, has that ocean I just spoke of to wash her near by, the same as the skyscrapers continue to grow a la Babel and keep on keepin’ on to try and touch the sky.

We aren’t Kanye and Hawaii never intended this so he can touch the sky and a Kardashian while he’s at it.

I can only think, as I stop to blink, that Trust in all this Life, even if it’s but a wink, that God gives in each and every moment, as I live this Life, as I love this place called ‘Town,’ who one of these days I’ll surely leave, but it’s cool because I was born here you know.  I had to leave here already but my Heart, She, this, has never left me!

But you knew that because I’ve been telling you in the free form of the this rhyme, from untimely verse to verse this whole damn time.

I was born here and as it changes, as I change, she, Honolulu, and I, are forever bound, and we’re taking Aloha with us as we go, from here in ‘Town’ to all the world around.

And for now, I’ll bring this piece to a close.  Because it’s about Closing Time for me and Honolulu, perhaps that’s why she cries…

Who knows?

#DropTheMic Vol. 2 – Hustlin’

Hustlin’ is a song by Rick Ross

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Years ago, I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write.

You could say I wrote quit a bit…

These days, I write, and I write, and I write, a whole lot more.

Poetry, it comes and flows like the wind but when it rains it really pours there so it is still a fulfilling outlet.  The commentary is now far and between but it’s better, clearer, perhaps because each day I learn a bit more about my place here under the Sun.

The imaginative ideas haven’t moved and that’s pretty consistent as they’ve been over the year.  When I’m super moved, I write it out, put it away and it’s there, ready to be dusted off when the time is right.

The majority of my writing now occurs in the professional setting.  There are moments where I crank out a long email, look back and find no typos, and laugh because a typo filled piece is right around the corner.  In other instances, I trip at the detailed letters I produce in a short period of time and openly wonder if I’m wasting my energy, my poetry, my breath.

Such is the Journey.  Regardless, you best believe that every damn day, I’m showing up, hustlin’, working hard, and growing.  In the end, that’s what matter because is Life not about doing the best that you can each day?

#KeepGrindin’

Flood of Tears

the cascade of tears that have flooded down these cheeks

hold the harrowing horrors of a mind experiencing the terror of these streets

as they exist today

grew up in a different time

just as those before in there time

and you who comes next in yours

fears have never been so fabricated

whilst the real realities of life’s beauty trampled

makes this feel like a “time so unforgettable”

but that’s today, when tomorrow will be different

and when i grow even more old and reminiscent

perhaps I’ll look back and see how merry

these streets actually were

and how the tears were needed for sure

as they existed way before, way back when