You are Free to Step Down....

How long will it be 

Before the need

To hoist someone

To a pedestal

Is seen 

As a perpetual

Renunciation 

and

Devaluing 

Of what it is

To be

You?

Nobody

Across the board

Knows more about 

All there is to know...

No - (body)

Knows 

What it is

To be 

You

Everyone 

Can represent 

A teacher 

They might have 

More to share

If they allow

Themselves

To be seen 

Outside of their 

Expertise container

You might 

Gain a greater 

Love and respect 

For the 

Universality

of 

Humanity

and 

For 

What it is

To be you..

No need to reinvent

The wheel

"Pull-ups" and inspiration

From another

a glorious

Embodiment of cooperation

There comes a time

When 

Perpetual pedestal placement

and 

The frequent displacement

of it's occupant

Through life itself

or 

By your own hand

Becomes a grand avoidance

Of the opportunity 

To declare 

The arrival of 

You as:

Hero. 

Guru. 

Teacher.

Guide.

You serve not...

Yourself 

or your chosen

pedestal occupant

Through this elevation..

To more fully embrace

Yourself

In 

Love of Self 

Will free

You to be 

More authentically You

and 

Orient your love 

Toward another

As

The extension of 

Your love for self

Rather 

Than make them

The object 

of 

or the source 

Of love

Both. 

A complete

Abandoning of

The love that you are

And 

What it is 

to be you....

R. O'Neill  (September  05, 2017)

Armageddon

If you are not prepared 

To hear the story

You are not ready

To receive 

The gems held within

You are like

The new born infant

Suckling 

Immersed in 

A consciousness of 

Instant gratification

This is natural a state

For that infant

Not so for you

An adult 

Come down then

From your high horse

Lest you be thrown

Necessarily 

By your portrayal

Of spiritual advancement

Without 

The requisite 

Foundation pillars

Without 

 even a modicum 

of patience

Little chance 

You will empower

Sinew and bone

Hone the blade

Of persistence 

Develop

Undying steadfastness

Necessary to do battle

With your own demons

Feigning ascension

Will have little consolation

When the fabric 

Of your own darkness

Imprisons your heart

In muted inaction

The battle 

You presume to wage

With all those 

Around you

Calls the warrior spirit 

Within you 

All that you can bring to bear

Upon that which

Would have you

Wandering life's gardens

Convinced they are battlefields

Where eventually 

Your lifeless body would be found

Having choked the life 

From it

With your own hand.

R. O'Neill (September  04, 2017)

Heart Gallery

Have you ever considered 

A walking tour 

of 

Your own heart?

I'm sharing mine

From the perspective

Of 

An art gallery

You are free 

To utilize

This same window

Imagine 

through a different lens

Or not at all

I marvel once inside

As I now see

The origins 

of my awe

When blessed to witness 

Rainbows 

Splashed across 

The horizons

To be sure 

A glorious vision

However in truth

A vast projection of 

The mosaic 

Woven throughout 

The chambers of my heart

The corridors are replete 

With the full spectral magnificence 

Which have been transformed

There, they are in various

Stages of transmutation 

Having been subject

To a divine alchemy 

This is an exhibition

Doubling 

As an unrivalled palette.

For a life 

That requires

Endless application

Of creativity

Be applied 

To an endless stream

Of blank canvas

My realization 

Upon my inaugural visit 

Along with a good hoovering

Regular return visits 

Were most definitely warranted

You see the thing is

Once inside 

It is my own 

Sistine Chapel

The kicker is 

Without stepping in 

The ongoing narration

Gets 

Further & further

Removed

From the glorious truth

Of chamber after chamber

Of the most 

Breathtaking majesty

Spun from 

Peacock inspired 

Kaleidoscope rendered

Life soaked pyro-technics

Seize the opportunity 

I implore you

Do not allow 

The passage of another moment

That your heart remain

Unexamined 

If you choose 

My suggested lens

Don't be surprised 

With what you find there 

"This isn't at all 

How it was described???"

I cannot begin 

To anticipate 

The decor 

In your gallery

I can assure you

I will create the most 

Profound silence

While you tell me

What you found there...

If you so choose

You never know 

I might be inspired

By what you share

To do a little redecorating 

Of my own!!

R. O'Neill (August  31, 2017)

Divine Song

Vines labouring with the fruit of your love

Their clustered flamboyance bursting

The seeded flavour of ambrosia

Upheld to the ecstasy of knowing you

A nectarine choral avatar

Perched at the ready

To give voice to the heavens through song

As you are glorified in Love's totality

R. O'Neill (August 30, 2017)

Sacred Reunion

How long 

Will you continue 

To ignore

The anguished pleas

And 

Volcanic rage

of the young boy

Whom you evade

Through the daylight

So he dogs you

And haunts 

The silence of the night

Days turn to weeks

Weeks to months

Months to years

Yes that was him

Those nights

When you sat 

Bolt upright

Blood running cold

Having torn 

Yourself from sleep

With your own tormented scream

Remember the falling

Down, down, down

Faster and faster

This time

You open your mouth

To scream

And there's 

Nothing

Not a sound

You are in 

Desperate need of help

And you can 

Sound the alarm 

For no one

A heart aches for release 

From long-standing exile

Yearning the abyss of abandon

Be reconciled

With a new covenant 

Of 

Allegiance

The returning light

Fixed and focused

Illuminates

The labyrinthine chambers

Once desecrated through neglect

Which one again

Will echo the song

Of reverence 

And 

Reflect a sacred resurrection

Will you now

Ease his 

Tireless suffering

Love 

Comfort 

Reassure

Cherish

Encourage

Appreciate

You hold

The soul-sourced balm

That the likes of which

Exist in no other

Should you decline

There will be no peace

Rekindle this 

Sacred union

The holiest of relationships

And 

Know peace

You will find him

Deep within 

A secluded glade

Upon the banks

Of the river

He has wiled away

A lifetime

Calling your return

From the depths 

While 

Staring 

At the grief 

Reflected 

In the eddies and backwaters

Of 

The river

Go to him if you will

He has lived 

Alone & wild

For 

All his days

His trust 

Will not be won easily

Fits of rage

And outbursts

of 

Temper

Will test you

And

Your resolve 

To be there

Make no mistake

You will not 

Be welcomed straight away

However

 Turn your back

And you may find

You have expended

Your only opportunity

For reunion

Your search 

For the divine

Begins 

And 

Ends

Right here

With him

He is lock and key

You must convince him

You are no longer

His captor 

Your liberation 

and his

Are dependant 

on 

You

There is nothing 

You have done

Nor will you do

That 

Represents more entirely

Your responsibility

Nor your purpose...

R.O'Neill (August 21, 2017)

Natural Balance

"It's Human nature.."

Implies nature 

Is a collection

Of human attributes.

Rather than, 

To be 

Human. 

is 

To be

 Part of Nature.

How then 

To delve below 

The surface?

Of my 

Very humanity?

Why of course

By 

Going down 

The rabbit-hole!

Ironically 

That quest began

At a time 

I would have believed

To have

"Hit the bottom"

It was. 

A bottom.

Determined by me.

But it wasn't,

As low as, 

Could be gone.

Nor was it, 

The core of being. 

There are endless

Categories and classifications.

That are virtually, 

Useless, at defining 

The nature 

Of

The nature 

of 

Self

Different collectives.

Have very little 

Concern,

For how 

You might choose

To define yourself.

Theirs 

Is a design 

To co-opt 

Your energy

To the further 

Power and existence

Of the group entity 

In a widespread

Evolution of consciousness.

And to provide a correction, 

To the gross disparity, 

and

Widespread oppression. 

Of 

Women

A necessary

Swing of the pendulum

Such that women

Are able 

To more 

Readily define

Career path 

And 

Autonomy

A global 

Work in Progress

To be sure

But does it stop there?

No.

There are those, 

Whom would presume.

To not only, 

Chart their destiny, 

As women.

But 

Define 

What it is 

To be "a man."

For any group, 

Or individual,

To 

Push their agenda,

On another,

Group or individual.

Is a violation 

Of their soul.

Yes history 

Is replete with examples 

Of a table turned.

Still. 

It doesn't begin 

to  address

Cultural group mind,

Being forced on 

Other cultures

And these mores

Were upheld 

By both genders

It behooves each.

To determine

From their own core.

From their own, 

Heart and soul.

How they, 

Hold themselves 

In the world,

If it was wrong (which it was)

For men

To 

Be defining and limiting

The lives of women. 

It is no more 

Appropriate that men's 

Lives be determined 

By women.

There is a profound need

For a dropping 

Of widespread divineness. 

And a meteoric rise,

In empathy, compassion and understanding. 

A recognition that humanity 

Is "in this" 

Together.

The "global village",

And the "Human family",

Need to become, 

More than idealism,

Crushed beneath.

The boots 

Of dogmas

And a plethora

Of "ism's."

Growing in numbers.

Are those, 

That are throwing down,

The chains of their oppression..

Deep rigorously honest

Self-examination

Might well discover

One is, their own oppressor.

This can be seen constantly

In examples of 

Individuals that empower themselves

To rise beyond the status quo

Even where totalitarian regimes

Are in power

Soul-aligned self-determination.

Is behind thriving, 

For the individual,

Which would directly benefit,

Their community. 

The deeper one connects

The "themselves."

The deeper they realize, 

They are connected,

To everyone else,

And the planet we live on.

No one ought be left behind.

It is not "human nature,"

That threatens humanity. 

Nature sees to it 

That survival is 

Provided for.

It is greed and power-lust,

That see fit to seed,

The disparity in the world.

Humanity needs 

The collective power

Of all it's diversity

Focused on 

The good for all.

Continued division,

Will lead to, 

Humanities elimination.

Nature. 

Always seek to restore,

A balance.

If humanity, 

Refuses to align,

With Nature.

Nature will make, 

The necessary adjustment.

R. O'Neill (August 19, 2017)

Still in Love .. (Love in Still)

Love

I want to be

Me being love

I love to love

To love myself

To love me for being

Being me to love

Love me for loving

Love me for releasing

Love whom I release

Love while I release

Love that I released

Love I'm free

Love you are free

We are free

Free to love

Love my heart that opened

Love my heart to open

Love my open heart

Love my heart to stay open

Love myself

Love to love

Love to keep on loving

Love the illusion

"To have loved"

I love

There is still love

Being still, in love

Loving that love still is

Being love still

Love being still

In love

Love being love, still

Love being

Love

R. O'Neill (August 19, 2017)