Friday, May 31, 2013



By Laura Harrison
Written March 20, 2013

Sorting all the strands
In my hands...
Of not me and me.

Now that I've got the feel of what's real,
What's everyone else's and
What it means
And how to be me..

Now I'm ready to hold it steady
But not stagnant,
Graceful, fluid,
Like a surfer on a wave,
I'm just living,
And giving,
Not concerning myself about who I'm trying to save,

I know I knew you in a life before,
Thanks for finding me,
reminding me,
Of what I'm waiting for.

I'm not waiting
Like its a bus stop,
And I have nothing left to do,
I'm not dying,
On the floor crying,
Or Thinking I have nothing without you.

In fact I have everything,
and I feel the fullness,
Like moist fruit, heavy on the tree,

And I am drawing together,
The strands,
Of my reality,
Weaving a tapestry,
Of a satin, of
Something smooth,
And sexy and cool,
Something intensely dynamic,
And delicious,
Something epic but not cruel.

It comes through me,
From beyond me,
And I welcome it to flow.
It leads me,
To know things,
That otherwise can't be known.

I'm dancing,
Around an issue,
That need not exist.
About a someone,
That doesn't yet exist,
Creating dissatisfaction,
For no good reason,
Where none need be,
Maybe its a habit,
I didn't quit yet,
Or maybe its my reality.

Is that the struggle,
That's part of the game?
Designed to keeping me longing,
and away from complacency?

Would I strive the same,
If I had everything that I want?

What if I have everything but one,
What if I have that too?
Won't I strive, just to move,
So I don't think its true,
That life will withhold from me,
A piece of my potential reality,
Just to keep me longing..

But maybe I need to learn to long,
In another direction..
One I can't complete,
One i can't see,
And then I can find the other facet that I seek.

There's no way
To decipher
The whole design from one strand
And there's no way
To logically wrestle,
To rationalize
The universe's plan,
From this one moment,
This chapter,
Although each week feels so long,
Just stay present,
Keep shining,
Keep bright and strong.

And one day
Out of nowhere,
Understanding grows,
It arises,
Abruptly and gently,
But solid like stone,
And all the strands,
Come together,
Woven into cloth,
And its epic,
And delightful,
And ingenious in design,
It is beautiful,
More amazing,
Then I could ever complete with just this mind.

The strands come together,
You can feel the future looming,
You can see the past quite clearly,
But its in the act of weaving that you live,
So Stay in the moment,
About the details you can't know,
Concern yourself,
With the conscious choices that you have,
And live your life,
Not like a man running with his eyes closed,
But as an artist one with the craft,
Because this life
Is your masterpiece,
And there is no rough draft.



By Laura Harrison

Even if you don't want to,
Push through it,
Let the soul witness the body in action and do it,
If you can loosen up,
Imbue it, with a little love.

Or a lot,
If you've got it...

Shout it from the rooftop
And from the mouths of babes,
We are born for bliss and love,
Not to be status quo slaves,
Save me the crumpled story of how its everyone else's fault,

Go tell on the mountain
Of plastic refuse,
Go sell it to the sleep-walkers,
Itching to buy something that
makes them feel alive,
Go preach it to the choir
Milling around trying to buy self-worth at Walmart.

Happiness takes work, but its not misery,
We're missing the point by a million miles,
And closing our hearts and eyes,
While we reach blindly into our wallets,
And throw money out to the vile,
Trying to buy,
Happiness inside,
From twisted greedy hands.

The work it takes is paying attention,
The task at hand is questioning convention,
The necessary steps are re-invention in integrity with your own truth,
Nothing short of
Peaceful anarchy,
Dependent on no truth or rules other then your own,
The rules come from your conscience, which is the connection to your soul,
And if you can't stand to hear where it comes from,
then you better pin open your eyes and ears,
Because plugging your ears and shouting La La La
Won't save you from your fears,

Cut the corner,
Save the trouble,
Just cry the tears,
And do all the positive things you've been resisting all these years...

Would you rather lay there on your death-bed,
Bitter and forlorn,
or would you like to be there peaceful,
Filled with respect and love of all you've known?

So embrace what good you are resisting!
Even if you don't want to,
Push through,
Let the soul witness the body in action and do it,
If you
can loosen up,
Imbue it, with a little love.

Or a lot,
If you've got it!

Our legacy is not in the money that we leave,
Our meaning is not in the notoriety,
All we have is the art
of how we live our lives,
All we leave is the love,
Glistening in the eyes,
Of those we've loved so well.
Like Gandhi said,
Our life is our message,
So don't look for immortality,
Certainly not in advantage,
Or accumulation,
Or power,
Or a perception of valor,
The only legacy we leave,
Is like the beauty of a flower..
It is the quality of our true self
That we gave to benefit of others,
It is in the natural self-expression
Of our unique creative spark,
That we were brave enough
to shine into the dark.

All we leave behind is our love and laughter.....

All we leave behind is our love and laughter....

All we leave behind is our love and laughter,
In the hearts of those we loved.

Are You Brave Enough?


By Laura Harrison

Once you crawl out of the shell
Of tension, of self-consciousness,
Of pretentious,
Unquestioned thoughts you swallowed
From your parents
From TV
From your warped views of reality

Once you abandon on the trail of life
The unnecessary struggles and strife
You get to the
Task at hand

Can you plant the feet of this body in soil,
Heart expansive like the starry skies.
No weight in your chest, spine aligned,
The way its designed to fly...?

Realize you are weightless and made of light,
Interfacing in 4 dimensions through this body of earth,
It is cumbersome,
It is messy,
It is heavy,
But God, it feels so good to love and play,
To greet the dawning day,
To re-meet souls you've known before..

So can you,
Abandon the safety of your barbed wire lock box
And bravely go where you are free and unknown?
Where your light is grown,
Where the real work begins,
When you stop trying to be other,
Where you stop vying for love,
Where you let your love and inspiration take you where you have only dreamed you'd go.

Are you brave enough to live your life fully?

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