A Letter to My Brother

I miss being with you
Your smile
Your beautiful eyes
Your vibrant presence
Your determined, blissful spirit

I miss the way you practice yoga
the way you meditate

How you sit in silence

The way you eat
and the way you pray
Your prayer
Your lengthy Mayan prayer
that feeds the spirits and
keeps the world alive

I miss hugging you, holding you
dancing with you, weeping with you
listening to you speak

I miss speaking to you
knowing you are there to listen,
not to judge
Not caring if you do judge
because the momentary judgment means nothing
in the presence of our divine love

Thank you for challenging me, for comforting me
for revitalizing my spirit and
reconnecting me with the Most High

I am thankful and honored to be
your twin brother
I am thankful and honored that
our kinship runs deeper than blood
into the depths of wonder and
the realms of spirit

I love you, David
May Jah bless your journey with
abundant sunshine and
cleansing rain


Long Life, Honey in the Heart, No Evil, Thirteen Thank Yous
Brother Garrett

Oneness

simply being

present

open eyes

mirror

reflection

Appearance

Barely awake
Passing judgement
on all of creation
My ego enjoys
this imaginary throne

Desire

Tears shower the earth
like stars in a moonless night
as the river of grief
flows through my body
I sit and weep
Longing to feel
the breath of the goddess
Longing to see her face

Spirals

Creation of polarization
Revolutionaries and the material elite
Endlessly pulling outward
on imaginary strings of emptiness

In this eternal tug of war
masks and motives change
The dance
ever the same

Freedom

Unclench the mind´s grip on time to free the eternal soul from starvation.

Dawn

Sunrise over illusion

Thoughts slowly shifting

Music

Here we are

Dusk

Sporadic thought caught in a tangled web

Eternal struggle with imprinted pattern

Grasping for air

Afraid to let go

...Breathe...

¨This world is going to go on, with or without you...¨

So while I am alive I am going to dance. I´m going to sing, climb mountains, run around. I´m going to write poetry, sleep in a tent, practice yoga, and sit in silence. And I´m going to share. I´m going to share all these things that keep me alive. And, if you´re into it, maybe we can rejoice and honor this wonderful, incomprehensible existence together.

Hermana

I feel you in the depths of my soul
Far beyond where words can reach
In the divine vibration where love resides

What God asks of Man

Thank me in your presence
Thank me by looking me in the eyes and
     listening when I speak
Build me a sanctuary
     so I may dwell within you

The Elders Speak

"It's good to see your faces again,
It's good to feel your breath again.
We the eight hundred shimmering
Forgetters, the big trees and big vines
Do not forget you, our new
Fruit, whose seeds will
Be our remembrance planted in the
Deep humus of our passing.
We do not forget you,
We do not abandon you."


Tzutujil Mayan prayer