A Meditation to Assist in Clearing the Energy of Hate and Racism within the Body

I am a being of love

I was made in the image of this love.

I am now in perfect alignment with my true nature,

which is the power that breathes life into all things in existence.

I am but a seed implanted upon this Earth.

I alone determine who I will become while I exist in my current form.

In this moment, I integrate all aspects of myself into the state of my choosing.

The dreams of my ancestors do not have to be my own.

On this day, I determine my own path.

The road that has been paved behind me does not define me.

I am now in acceptance of all beings, of every color, shape, and form,

because I understand that without each other,

we cannot achieve the fullest potential of humanity's development.

Together, we hold the equilibrium of this great dream of life.

I release the ancestral wounds that have followed me upon this incarnation.

I now choose to purge myself of all that no longer serves me,

during my unfolding experience upon this planet Earth.

I love myself in the way of that of my maker.

I am deserving of love because I am a reflection of that creator.

I have compassion for myself and for all in existence,

because my soul is expanding into a new state of being.

I am the composer of this melody, and there is no separation in spirit.

I am connected to all the world, and all the world is in perfect harmony with me.

And though the tribe of humanity may not always understand each other,

or see the beauty in each other’s eyes,

we can always restore the communication of our hearts,

which formed at birth, before the influence of our minds.

For in this unified language, we can realize the origin and meaning of all in existence.

On this day, I am safe within my body and within my environment.

In my vulnerabilities, I find strength and empowerment.

I accept and encourage the vulnerability and empowerment of others,

For I know that in this great unity of consciousness,

we can enhance the tune of this powerful instrument of life.

Each one of us provides an essential string that is utilized to create the chord.

Today, I tell my story regardless of the outcome.

I express my truth in a healthy and effective way that benefits the whole.

I can clearly play the instrument of my experience.

I feel safe to allow others to share their truth and experience with me.

I invite their instruments to join in the beautiful creation of my song,

and together we will find the exquisite harmony,

of this ever-unfolding symphony.

The Dinner Party ( A Poem )

It is 6 o’clock in the evening.

The oak table has been perfectly set.

The silverware is clean and well-behaved.

The thick curtains are drawn and painted,

harshly branded with pink little flowers,

that playfully run into the aloof wallpaper.

A peering chandelier hangs above us,

wondering if it should let go of the cliff on the ceiling.

Everyone is waiting for the feast.

Everyone is yearning for that sigh of relief.

Once the meal is presented, it is inspected and approved.

It is inhaled and exhaled like a fine vintage wine.

The unfolded table napkins fearfully hide under the dinner table,

as the cold metal utensils penetrate the soft skin of the meal above it.

Pulling it

Slicing it

Breaking it

Into succulent little pieces of satisfaction that can be consumed and controlled.

It is a time-consuming endeavor, proper and refined,

and one must not be too eager to hasten it, for we must savor every bite.

Please, enjoy this hearty meal, for it is the best of the best.

It is cut from the finest crop and the most tender meat.

It only poisons you for a little while,

but you will hardly feel it,

because it is so sweet.