Steady Now

Steady Now

Don’t reach for the throat
Sit with it, stay in your center.

Steady now

Don’t scream for their attention
Stay silent and maintain calm.

Steady Now

Balance on one foot raise
arms overhead
Don’t crouch in safety & doubt.

Steady Now

Know that you are indeed
All you’ve ever thought of yourself
as being

Steady Now

Tricia Schwaba 2020

art source: anon

art source: anon

Tahereh Mafi, Furthermore

“Alice knew that being different would always be difficult; she knew that there was no magic that would erase narrow-mindedness or iron out the inequities in life. But Alice was also beginning to learn that life was never lived in absolutes. People would both love her and rebuff her; they would show both kindness and prejudice. The simple truth was that Alice would always be different—but to be different was to be extraordinary, and to be extraordinary was an adventure. It no longer mattered how the world saw her; what mattered was how Alice saw herself.”

Tahreh Mafi is the source of this quote From Furthermore, reblogged from purple buddha project

Tangible Clues

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I look to my past for tangible clues 

About what the hell I’m supposed to do

To shift the winds of my imminent future

To attain some purpose, a jewel to search for.

I admit my life has a cadence, a rhythm

And when put in perspective it’s one I can live with

But I do fear the day I turn ‘round to see

Ambitions unattained, flat out glaring at me.

Will I feign ambivalence, my fear winning out?

Or thirst for moisture in this creative drought?

I contemplate, I write and hope it’s enough

To compensate for hours spent working for stuff

I don’t really need which clutters my mind

Those 35 hours spent wasting my time.

With less life to go, each hour’s a gift

It’s no longer an option, taking anyone’s shit.

I’ve never been good at listening to rules 

That serve only those so clearly the fools 

Padding their pockets with the sweat of the masses

Hoping they’ll change if enough time passes

Looking behind them at the lies they have told

Too late for amends their karma is cold

For 35 hours I trudge dutifully on

Years gone by, sharp crags to balance on

Inclined to jump into the mysterious darkness 

Hope to be freed from this confining harness. 

Reality is, we never know 

What release from the ties of others bestows

I am no longer in a position to wait

So Goddesses bring it on, serve me my fate.


Now Empty She Is Free

source: Anon

source: Anon

She packed unresolved conflicts in her body. The tribal issues stuffed into her hips. Heartbreaks holding fast in the constrained beating of her heart. Unrecognized visions, blurring her ability to see things clearly in the moment. Hurt and insecurities hide out, claiming stake in her joints. Blessed relief comes from unconditional self-love granting freedom, releasing the harness of what was. Formerly stuck pieces dislodge, shake free, flow out with the exhale, leaving room for the expansive inhale. She heard her own whispers of encouragement, "Now empty, you are free.”

Tricia Schwaba, 2019

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Bob Dylan

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doing it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
A man in the coonskin cap, in the pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A. Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Oh, get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Hang bail, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters

Oh, get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance
Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't want to be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Bob Dylan

Subterranean Homesick Blues lyrics © Bob Dylan Music Co.

Bring Out Your Voice

Artwork source unknown

Artwork source unknown

Bring out your voice

We have no choice

We can manifest change

Rid the world of the deranged

Don’t be the one to cower

Take cover when it starts to shower

Be the one soaked to the bone

Whose stamina stands alone. 

The wind howls, the branches creak

This world it seems, is not for the meek

In times like these might’s in demand

No choice but for you to take a stand.