Overcoming The So Called Failures of the past
The past is like a gang stalking
The corners of our lives
The woulda
Shoulda
And coulda gang
That aims to paralyze us
And lock us in hidden rooms
Where no one can see
In order to perpetuate its energy
Into eternity
Who are we but liars at the cross roads of time anyway?
Who are we but drunken sleeper cells
Nestled in oblivion’s blanket?
As here comes the saints sings
In some distant cloud floating by
Perhaps we could work harder
Perhaps we should
Perhaps we could sin less
And give more
Maybe we would
If only we held the keys to our own minds
And anyway we’re still in a cage with these angry demons from the past
Using our self esteem as a punching bag
For the sticks called woulda
Shoulda and coulda
The basic mantra of the past
Shoulda woulda coulda.
The past isn’t much more substantial than a dream we just woke up from
Apart from the fact that we are here now
Because of it
In other words it would be totally dream like
But for it’s so called hand in shaping where we are
So how do we accept the past brought us to where we are
But need not determine
Where we go?
I believe it’s in the letting go
The moving on
And arriving at the here and now
Tapping into the eternal now moment
And allowing revelation to dream through you and for you
The Holy Spirit
Or God to do that inspired two step
On the floor of our heart
To perhaps beat in another direction
To be an entirely new creation
From this moment forward
Without the jaundiced hands of the past
Wrapping around the neck of our future
Because the past aims to dominate
To be the only game in town
Every energy field we encounter aims to be the dominate force
To assert itself and take over
By interference and a grappling for our attention
And the past is no different
In fact the past is most probably the worst of the bunch
(Holy Spirit
What would you have me write
To help another
Make it through the dark night
For the wayward and lost
To help in their plight
Holy Spirit
What would you have me write
For the devil would love me
To put down your pen
And with the past go out drinking
In old sorrows again
Reflect endlessly
On how it shoulda been
Beat up new dreams
With the bat of old sin
Help us let go
Of the places we’ve been
Regrets in our minds
With a cage locking in
As it says to give up
There’s no starting again
Blows like deception
Or the devil’s cold wind
Holy Spirit
What would you have me say
To bring new hope
On another’s lost day
To give true value
No one needs to repay
To establish your colors
On a world that’s gone grey
Holy Spirit
What would you have me say?
Let go of the past
Fear not of the future
Be in the now
Let me be your teacher
Lean into faith
Seek first the father
Know that you’re safe
Here ever after)
I asked the Holy Spirit to write that poem
And give us a hint about how to overcome
The key takeaway is seeking something beyond ourselves
To help us escape our own limitations
And damnations
To write into the infinite now
With no thought about the woulda shoulda couldas
Perhaps this is a key to the vitality of young artists
They aren’t being gang stalked by a past they haven’t had yet
And perhaps old artists that stay vital
Know how to drop the baggage as they meander down destiny’s twisted roads?
I do know the past and the future
Don’t exist in reality
But only as concepts in a fractured mind
So what could we achieve but brokenness
By hanging out there?
Where our attention goes
Our destiny flows
So if we dive into the now
Beyond the layers of mind and ego
We can give our attention
To God
Or the infinite
And allow the light of our faith
To take us there
Fishing for dreams in the lake of eternity
Asking God to bait the hooks for us
And to help keep the storms at bay.
