Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Butterflies
People are like butterflies
Everyone has the potential
To become a beautiful creature
Soaring through life
When we reach past our fears
And see the beauty that lies all around us
We start as voracious caterpillars
Consuming as much of the world as we can
In a frantic dance driven by modern culture and naïveté
But there is so much confusion in this process
And a chaotic world filled with illusions only increases that effect
Delaying or preventing our ultimate transformation
So we continue blindly consuming
Until we reach an unhealthy point in life
Where we realize change must come
As we are forced to question
Both what we have consumed
And what lies ahead for us
Once we are in this cocoon
It can be difficult to see the world for what it is
When in the darkness of misinformed thoughts
We are often lead astray
Both by social norms and pressures
And by our own misguided desires
This is only made more difficult
By the burden of the human ego
That wants us to paint ourselves as Mona Lisas
While stopping us from seeing our true selves
So that we might work on our imperfections
And shed the weight of a material world
How can one expect to be free
When we are controlled by the weakness
That is the human ego?
A curse that seeks to run from our truths
Rather than face them in a positive way
That could give us real hope for improved quality of life
When we look for a way to escape from our cocoon
That is based on misrepresentations of life
We find ourselves running in circles
Unable to break free
Because false truths make strong
The silken bars of our imprisonment
Our insecurities grasp for certainty that does not exist
Which only serves to create more uncertainty
Our fears run from discomfort
But fear is self-actualizing
And leads us to false comforts instead
In the cruel reality that cocoons us
If we allow ourselves to believe
That happiness comes from outside ourselves
We are regularly presented with false hope
That gets snatched away by the hard truth
That we can never be truly happy
Until we find happiness within ourselves
Where we replace the frail ego
With the power of self-respect
And personal responsibility
That leads us to love ourselves
And be grateful for what we have
So we can love others too
This trap can last a lifetime
As many fail to seek guidance
Or even know that it may exist
Yet some emerge early in life
And some catch up later on
And find a way to emerge into the sunlight
And when they do finally emerge
Their wings take hold of the wind
And the sun embraces them with her warmth
As they soar into a new world
Filled with beauty, light and potential
Where there used to be only darkness and confusion
And having found this Shangri-La
We wish that we could bring those we love with us
But it is not so easy
Because the vision to see through the haze
And the fortitude to break the cocoon’s bonds
Does not come to everyone
So all we can do is try to guide them
And hope that they can find their inner strength
As we discovered ours
And give them a hand up when they want it
And catch them when they fall
So they know they are not alone
It is often said that those in cocoons are broken
And those of us who aren’t should stay away from them
But I say that we are all butterflies
And those caught in the cocoons of their past
Just need help to find freedom
And if we do not help them to fly, Who will?
For there is no one more qualified
Than a freed spirit
Whose wings already glide upon open skies
And whose heart has the capacity to love
Even those who do not love themselves
Because love is the greatest power in life
by David Stein
September 30, 2014
© 2014 by David Stein. All rights reserved.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Blood Moon
Quiet soothes the night
Those who do not fully live
Are asleep to face tomorrow
Without seeing today
How many falling leaves have they missed?
Yet aware of none
For they are trained to require more
And boredom perpetually obscures
The beauty of rare moments
And the details of an ever changing life
That make even the simplest experience
Feel rich, diverse and serene
Crickets are the only sound
Reminding me the world’s alive
I am in the moment
I do not care what is tomorrow
I am caressed by the soft breeze
The stars are standing
Ever vigilant above me
Watching over us
Influencing us
With invisible puppet strings
But I am a child of the moon
It begins a perfect radiant sphere
Then minute by minute
It collapses in upon itself
Until it is consumed
Leaving no more behind
Than a glowing shadow of itself
Is it a luminous ping pong ball?
Or a flushed eye looking back at us?
Is it an early representation of the man in the moon?
Inspired by the gleaming crescent to one side
With a friendly profile smiling off into the night
Like a kindly grandfather out on the porch
A wispy cloud drifts across his face
Mars screams out “I’m here too!”
But he is no match for the majesty
Of this Blood Moon’s omnipresence
Nor can the clouds diminish him
Though they try to hide his magnificence
Then reinforcements are summoned
And the tide changes
The moment is fading
But it is not lost
Because I was here
Living instead of dreaming
by David Stein
April 15, 2014
© 2014 by David Stein. All rights reserved.
by David Stein
April 15, 2014
© 2014 by David Stein. All rights reserved.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
The Speed of Love
What is this thing called “love at first sight”?
Which can be born of meaningful conversation
And the realization of two like minds
As easily as the unexpected meeting
Of eyes that become fixed in a singular gaze
And cannot see anything else in the room.
Is it not the experience that we long for
When we seek romance within the arts?
Is it not the amorous dream of most people?
But why then
When we find such bliss
Do we perceive excess speed
When we have simply lived the moment
And why does it feel so overwhelming
That we often feel the need to run from it?
Is it because the feelings come so fast
And we cannot control the natural urge
To bond with someone so closely
Because we are pack animals
And we have a natural desire
To be in a protective union
Regardless of the cautious instructions
Giving to us by those
Who may have failed at it
And settled for less?
Or is it because
Most have felt it with someone
Who did not reciprocate
And the memory fills us with fear
Because no one wants to experience
The desolate humiliation
Of unrequited love
And the pity of those who care for us?
Wisdom says that if we do not control that fear
It will undermine the pursuit of future love
Because fear is self-actualizing
So when we fear losing something
We take actions that fail us
And increase the likelihood of losing it.
Like when we pull back from a new love interest
When it feels so good
That we trip into the mental ruse
That its velocity is somehow wrong
And fills us with uncertainty
Or self-doubt
Or questioning the balance of another
Where the knowledge
That it is better to have love and lost
Than never to have loved at all
Becomes clouded by that fear
Until you cannot see anything but danger
And it’s weight overwhelms you
And you run screaming from it
Leaving only regrets behind
But like everything in life
Only a small portion
Of what happens to us in life
Is caused by what happens.
Almost all of our experience
Comes from how we choose to react to life
So if we choose to stay focused
On the light that is found in its promise
And reject the fear that envelopes it in darkness
We can help the sapling of new love to grow
Instead of depriving it of sunlight
And watching it die in solitary gloom.
How many more love stories
Would we have to celebrate
If more could learn
To reject the love eclipse
And instead
Embrace the light that shines
From the tender branches of the sapling
And nourish it with trust in ourselves
And in the beauty that we see in another?
This question I cannot answer
But I can answer for myself
That no more will I run from potential
And I will stand firm
When presented with opportunity
So that I may grow that sapling
Into a mighty tree
That will provide shade
When the sun is too strong
And provide shelter
When it rains
And provide wood for a fire
When I need warmth
And provide fruit
When I need nourishment
And for all who read these words
I would wish that together
We can grow a new forest
And create a new world
Filled with love
Instead of fear.
by David Stein
March 11, 2014
© 2014 by David Stein. All rights reserved.
Which can be born of meaningful conversation
And the realization of two like minds
As easily as the unexpected meeting
Of eyes that become fixed in a singular gaze
And cannot see anything else in the room.
Is it not the experience that we long for
When we seek romance within the arts?
Is it not the amorous dream of most people?
But why then
When we find such bliss
Do we perceive excess speed
When we have simply lived the moment
And why does it feel so overwhelming
That we often feel the need to run from it?
Is it because the feelings come so fast
And we cannot control the natural urge
To bond with someone so closely
Because we are pack animals
And we have a natural desire
To be in a protective union
Regardless of the cautious instructions
Giving to us by those
Who may have failed at it
And settled for less?
Or is it because
Most have felt it with someone
Who did not reciprocate
And the memory fills us with fear
Because no one wants to experience
The desolate humiliation
Of unrequited love
And the pity of those who care for us?
Wisdom says that if we do not control that fear
It will undermine the pursuit of future love
Because fear is self-actualizing
So when we fear losing something
We take actions that fail us
And increase the likelihood of losing it.
Like when we pull back from a new love interest
When it feels so good
That we trip into the mental ruse
That its velocity is somehow wrong
And fills us with uncertainty
Or self-doubt
Or questioning the balance of another
Where the knowledge
That it is better to have love and lost
Than never to have loved at all
Becomes clouded by that fear
Until you cannot see anything but danger
And it’s weight overwhelms you
And you run screaming from it
Leaving only regrets behind
But like everything in life
Only a small portion
Of what happens to us in life
Is caused by what happens.
Almost all of our experience
Comes from how we choose to react to life
So if we choose to stay focused
On the light that is found in its promise
And reject the fear that envelopes it in darkness
We can help the sapling of new love to grow
Instead of depriving it of sunlight
And watching it die in solitary gloom.
How many more love stories
Would we have to celebrate
If more could learn
To reject the love eclipse
And instead
Embrace the light that shines
From the tender branches of the sapling
And nourish it with trust in ourselves
And in the beauty that we see in another?
This question I cannot answer
But I can answer for myself
That no more will I run from potential
And I will stand firm
When presented with opportunity
So that I may grow that sapling
Into a mighty tree
That will provide shade
When the sun is too strong
And provide shelter
When it rains
And provide wood for a fire
When I need warmth
And provide fruit
When I need nourishment
And for all who read these words
I would wish that together
We can grow a new forest
And create a new world
Filled with love
Instead of fear.
by David Stein
March 11, 2014
© 2014 by David Stein. All rights reserved.
Friday, January 17, 2014
A Familiar Smile
Can you see a beautiful heart in a smile?
One that speaks of innocence and light
Expressing a feeling of purity
Like a lone flower in a great meadow
Or the only star visible in the night sky
So that when you see it the first time
It embraces you
Wraps you in its light
Warms you
Entices you
Creating a hunger for knowledge
Of the soul that emanates from it
Or is it a trick of the heart
An illusion of desire
But then how could it be so instantaneous?
How can that moment exist
Except as a pure feeling?
A spontaneous reaction
Started by a trained eye
In tune to the souls around it
An empathic link
A sixth sense moment
A timeless connection
To a familiar smile
by David Stein
1/16/2014
© 2014 by David Stein. All rights reserved.
One that speaks of innocence and light
Expressing a feeling of purity
Like a lone flower in a great meadow
Or the only star visible in the night sky
So that when you see it the first time
It embraces you
Wraps you in its light
Warms you
Entices you
Creating a hunger for knowledge
Of the soul that emanates from it
Or is it a trick of the heart
An illusion of desire
But then how could it be so instantaneous?
How can that moment exist
Except as a pure feeling?
A spontaneous reaction
Started by a trained eye
In tune to the souls around it
An empathic link
A sixth sense moment
A timeless connection
To a familiar smile
by David Stein
1/16/2014
© 2014 by David Stein. All rights reserved.
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