Revolution of Spirit Rap

Revolution of Spirit Rap

The chapters of your life are rife with ego,
but greater than the ego is the soul.
Your humanity may just be your current starring role
in a whole play about the way,
the way we grow our soul.
So, my friend, as you end this scene and begin again,
be free from the constraints of mortality
and other people’s morality
and let your spirit fly.
They say the microcosm reflects the macrocosm and vice versa.
As within, so without, as above so below,
don’t ya know that the forces battling around the globe
are the very forces battling for our collective soul?
Your first battle should be your own
‘cause it’s only when you get to know the inner foe,
that you truly recognize those who tyrannize
those who have no way to say no.
Once you vanquish the inner tyrant,
you can become a giant of compassion,
and fashion a foundation for our nation.
So, heal thyself and light the way,
the eve of destruction has had its day.
Let each of us discuss our wounds and fears
and heal with the tears of the Phoenix.
Once we acknowledge that my pain is your pain is their pain,
we can see that we are all starring in the same drama
on different stages across the ages.
Whether its emotional
political
financial
or archetypal,
it’s all sound and fury,
smoke and mirrors,
reflecting the original Passion Play,
deus ex machinae.
It’s all about unity or separation,
whether it’s a nation or your own mind,
now is the time for all good men and women to:
focus
pray
meditate
create
an alternate reality of Unity.
Reconstruction must begin within
for anything else,
I have come to the conclusion,
is facade and illusion.
The control freaks have created their dream,
a nightmare which we are forced to accept at every step
but I reject this fatalistic notion
that our dream should be squashed by the machine.
We have the ability,
we have the power,
to turn the tide on the infanticide
of my childhood dream:
to nourish the love,
creativity,
and freeing
of every being on the planet, dammit!
by Kathryn Preston on Saturday, June 23, 2007

A Mask and a Shroud

Moving from place to place
disappearing with a trace.
A nameless face in a maddening crowd.
A mask and a shroud.
A spirit searching for the light,
a gypsy wailing with all her might.

Always adapting,
acting,
afraid her heart may never find a home.
Sacrificing herself to survival,
Forging her fortress,
Hiding the emptiness.

Her eccentricity is not about vanity.
It’s the last semblance of sanity
for a heart too traumatized
to express the depth
of the loss
of the last
bonds of love in this world.

Without mother, father, or friend,
without understanding or peace,
without God or heaven,
she is homeless …
to what end?

Society seems superficial.
She maneuvers her polite dismissal
from the civilized world.
Her passionate intensity
reviled by polite society,
her only consolation
is her own isolation.

Her greatest hope,
living in limbo,
Is the creation of a foundation
Of compassion
With which to transform herself
and thereby –
the world.

Kathryn Preston, 2006

intoxication of illusion

Intoxication of Illusion
by Kathryn Preston

The magical prescence manifesting
mirrors the poet-picasso-passion-power
invested in me by a universe experiencing ecstatic intimacy
through this heavenly body
and my divine polarity.

Cosmic counterparts coupling,
uniting, inviting
primal explosions:

portals of expanding consciousness
transcending, transforming, transporting,
penetrating deep within the world-womb,
the source of knowing,
the secret-soul-center,
longing for liberation from limitation, separation,
and the intoxication of illusion.

by Kathryn Preston on Monday, February 15, 2010
© 2010 Kathryn Preston

Song of the Universe

As a child growing up in the Adirondack Mountains,
entering the woods was entering another reality, a world of mystery, the unknown, where nothing was predictable, and anything could happen.

I loved the woods. My imagination took flight there, and I was free. Eventually, the woods came to a river, and while I often fished at its edges, I never crossed that border physically. Mentally, I always wondered what manner of worlds existed on the other side of the mountain? Currently my question is: what manner of realities exists beyond the confines of my current mindscape?

It is this yearning that will guide me into the next chapter of my life. I have a sense that I am on the brink of finding that place where I will feel fulfilled and whole.

As a young mountain girl, I often went to the woods for solace from the cruel conditions of my childhood. There I would climb the biggest boulder I could find and sing at the top of my voice.

I remember singing "Amazing Grace" with all the passion of a child who knows all too well the meaning of the phrase "wretch like me."
The lyrics hold the key as to why it saved me: "Amazing Grace (divinity), how sweet the sound (song) that saved a wretch like me."

 Song is sound, vibration, energy, creativity,    divinity. And creativity/creation, for me, is a seed-thought in the universal mind, coupled with a vibrating heart, blending their energies to create the song of the universe, without which, we wouldn't exist.

by Kathryn Preston