Urban Sermons – Both Sides of the Mirror

I opened up my Apps
To pull up some maps today
When

Wait

“Pack up
Don’t stray”

I remember the first time you packed your bags, or was it it the third, or the eighth, or shit, after awhile I lost count

“Wait, they don’t love you like I love you”

All those times it didn’t matter cause it was the anger, the anger inside her, the anger that spoke to me, that brought me back to that same anger inside me, when I stormed out, threw the cash on the table and left a different you, at another time, the only common denominator in both situations was this incarnation of the Soul, witnessing anger, such furious anger, masking the hurt buried within, from both sides of the mirror.

So that really does mean

“My kind’s your kind
I’ll stay the same”

I remember the one time, not sure which time it was, when you were drunk, so drunk and cursed me up and down in public, screamed and shouted, about the only thing you didn’t do was hit me physically, I mean you threw a lei at me, not even the lei that I had gotten you earlier that day but that is a different story, from another time, another life, so many lives we can live within one, single lifetime in this one long moment, but hey, you didn’t hit me with them fists, just words, so many words, poisonous as though they flowed forth from the tongue, like that of a serpent whose fangs laced with venom had poisoned my own veins.

I knows this because I recognized that venom from my own words, the words I couldn’t take back, that came from hurt, clothed in anger,

causing even more hurt, to those I loved as I had said them from the other side of the mirror

“Oh say say say
Oh say say say”

And The look, in her eyes, someone I said I had loved, as she recoiled at my own words, the poison of my hurt flowing in my voice, a voice carrying so much emotion that knowing better, from the emotional verbal fear I had experienced earlier myself, yet unable to help myself I lashed out for the pain in my being at that time, the separation from One Being, was, too much, too much,

Too fucking much for this poor Soul to carry, weighing heavy on the shell of my Heart until it broke wide open, so wide, so open, that I sought in order to find and NOW hear I am and all I have been hopin is unfolding and I look back at each piece, of the puzzle that like yeah yeah yeah these maps that have guided me to Love, Love fully in every moment, to here this very day, tonight, to stand and proclaim

Proclaim,

Wait

Haunting memories past seep back in, I can’t regain that flow I was on can I, wait yes where was I

anger, despair, no hope! be aware

Be here now, advice from the cover and contents of a book written from the mind of one who’d cooked, no coked, no wait, a mind high up on something

Now I am off topic, or Am I not right here now, being, breathing, believing in hope that y’all here hearing this,

Y’all might start seeing the gift in each and every occurrence in our lives, that we might rise, that we might raise more than just out glasses, that we raise up our consciousness to such great heights that perhaps, not alas, but yes indeed, we might see, from eyes mirrored three, to gaze so deeply into Life and live authentically, with passion, that we heal

That the anger from both sides of the mirror Be but illusion to the Truth of such LOVE clutching us, relentlessly

Telling us in every second of this performance that is each life, that each of you is the star in, that if we took you out and played your life back like a film reel, it’d be just some recurring characters and stories that don’t make sense because you are that important that is why The Creator in every second of existence be like

Wait, they don’t Love you like I love you

Because nothing is like the Love found deep within the Spirit

Listen close, Love, do you hear it?

Can you feel it?

Wait

You will.

They don’t love you like I love you

Wait.

You will feel it.

Listen

Listen Love

Don’t
You feel it?

Close your eyes, feel my voice, as you hear the words, that We say, for there is more in them, than just a man, who stands here before you today sharing the lessons of his past hurt, his own flaws, in reflection of the whole view from both sides of the mirror

For

There is Truth bursting through the ether because Love wants you, wants you to know that Love is always near

So let go, let go, let’s go
Because the time to be released from the hurt has arrived and guess what, it was always here and on some level this you already know…

Oh say say say
Oh say say say (start whisper)
Oh say say say (lower)
Oh say say say (lower)

You already know the view from both sides of the mirror

End

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