Being Exponential

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I write my name
In blood and pain
To ward off attacks
And the overt disdain

Polite inquiries
Are as transparent as lies
As obvious and obtuse
As an ill fitted disguise

Curiosity isn’t caring
It doesn’t even deceive
What the side ways glances
Of naysayers Believe

Being authentic is an option
That only the courageous tries
Its a battle to matter
That taking the offensive belies.

How you show up
Is a soul searching Choice
No matter how that manifests
It is YOU…. using your voice

Jen Ward

 

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Encouragement of a Full Moon

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Stand between the Sun and Moon
Let the Love and Light pass through
Illuminate your bountiful heart
Drop the extraneous part called you

Magnify your bountiful heart
To the size and width of earth
Treat it as a looking glass
To show others their ultimate worth

Hold up the mirror to their giant group heart
Brace as they cringe and recoil
Pour love into the very essence of all
Drain all the dross out into the soil

Hold the reflection steadily
Ignore the negative onslaught
Love breezes clean every last atom
Before its true essence is caught

Be unwavering as the moon and the sun
Match their luminescent light
Allow others to realize the brilliancy of truth
By accessing their own second sight

Span across the globe of man
Rise above the stagnant air
Pierce the earth with your magnified love
Let it feel the extent of your care.

Become one with the body of earth
Let the sun and moon’s light pass straight through
Expand the atoms to an omniscient state
Allow truth to align in you

Be the surrogate of the highest purpose
In the humanity of man
Yes it’s possible to help the world transcend
Just by- believing that you can.

8/11/14 Jen Ward

Written By A Tree

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If you ever have any kind of creativity block, go outside to a tree that catches your fancy and create in the venue you are comfortable with while under the tree. You will be surprised that all the resistance will melt away. Trees are the best poets!

Written by a Tree

Open up the floodgates
Between the human and Divine
Rest yourself in sweat stained sheets
Let your ego lay supine

Offer yourself up to the heavens
That beckon you to undress
The real self walks in brilliant wonders
That the mind cannot suppress

Bring a gift back to this world
A memory or insight
Leave it as a “Bread crumb trail”
So others may take flight.

Jen Ward 4/21/14

Definitions

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Youth is a fresh heart and mind to receive and share truth. It should never be diminished or devalued.
 
The aged are tempered souls weary of the folly’s of division. They should never be ignored.
 
The obese are in so much pain, they need to pad their body as extra protection from the disdain. It is cowardice to mock and scorn them.
 
The accomplished are the ones who adjust easily to the linear enslavement. Admiration for them should be tempered to only those who have gratitude and compassion for others.
 
Celebrities are those souls that are so desperate for attention that a normal life does not fill their need. Or they can be those that are so passionate to serve that they expand their gifts beyond normal range. Who can say which?
 
A hero is someone who puts their own welfare before others. Shouldn’t we all be doing that?
 
A victim is someone who stays stuck in their own journey to transcendence instead of seeing the overview and blessings of each lesson.
 
The mediocre are those who lie to themselves by believing the lies they have been told.
 
The well adjusted are the well conditioned
 
The flakes, weirdos, troublemakers, mentally ill, homeless, deviants and bleeding get a sense of the world beyond this illusion with no blueprint of how to get there.
 
The dreamers are those awakened to a spiritual freedom with nothing concrete to validate their conviction.
 
The creative ones are forging a path to spiritual freedom using the talents that they have accrued.
 
Tree huggers are those who perceive love and wisdom beyond the arrogance of man.
 
The peacemakers have suffered a genocide.
 
Goddess is one in any form who sees the necessity to honor the yin to balance the yang which has gone rogue.
 
Those with a a glimmer of hope, enthusiasm, conviction, awareness, must resuscitate the peacemakers, dreamers and the bleeding hearts in us all and awaken the dawn of a new day.
 
Jen Ward
 
9/14/17
 
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H20

 

We curse the water for pouring down
We blame it all for freezing
We curse it when it floods the ground
We curse it every season

We blame it when it collects in clouds
‘When downpours steal our thunder.
We poison it with toxic waste
And rob it of its wonder

We pour crude sugar in each glass
To make it much more tasteful
We desecrate its purity
Abuse it, and are wasteful

Taken for granted, what is vital to us,
May be part of our decline
Others can dis what’s 75% of them.
I will be grateful for mine.

Jen Ward 7/11/14

The Love Dial

 

The Golden Amber of an azure sky
Erases the memory of times gone by

Turn off the news, sit within….
Forget all talk of war and sin.

Your heart is a working aperture. A dial if you will….
You can get a sense of it, while advancing to be still

It’s set on “closed” by all the pain you see.
But it needs to be open for all to be free

We need to accept the depth of who we all are
Forgo every transgression, being transfixed on each scar

The collective of all, needs to undo that dial
Unjar the crust, squeeze out a smile

Forget thinking of factions that pump out the pain
Focus on the goodness of the all that remain

Quiet the fear and memory of loss
Perpetuate truth, love and kindness. Absorb any cost.

See…the azure sky is more than fodder for art
It’s the beckoning within to a luminous heart

Not just for us…..or we’d stay wallowing in pride.
For all souls who call earth the home they reside

When turning the dial. let the worry rescind
Then love in this world will collectively begin

You can witness the news till you’re blue in the face
But it won’t heal the world like a pure act of Grace

You can beat both your fists until they’re bruised, battered and broken
But it won’t be as powerful as when truth is spoken

You can deny all you want through shit eating teeth
But your innocent essence transparently cowers beneath

Just unwind the dial and let it come forth
Accept the stinging reality of knowing your worth

Be one of the unfurling souls coming out from ground cover
Awaken to the connectedness we’re anxious to discover

Then all outer circumstances will flip on a dime
Wonder will bloom, inner music will chime

Then everyone everywhere may start to agree
In this powerful intention for the collective “we”

Maybe you’ll feel love; not just for those that you bore
But for every single stranger on the way to the store

And as pure love pumps out from that perpetual old well
The concept of Truth, Love and Kindness will be easy to sell

Jen Ward 7/20/14

Just say No

 

No life is disposable
No one is unworthy of help
There is no such thing as a lost cause
Though struggle is valuable for growth, watching others walk away leaves its mark
No one is not worth helping
No time spent helping is a waste
No one is to important to not give a damn
Spirituality is no excuse for apathetic indifference
There is no one that is so scarred and broken that they don’t respond to love
There is no kindness that is too small
There is n kind word that is not worth mentioning
There is nothing that can’t be healed
There is no one that cannot be revived.
There is no greater purpose than giving yourself to helping others
There is no greater crime than giving up on anyone.
There is no greater responsibility than staying open to love
There is no way to fail except in giving up.

Jen Ward