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Dear one,
do you think you will be saved
by words like this?

Eat what you need
and what feeds you.
Fast from worry and shamefulness.
Don’t feed your mind
on empty slogans,
spiritual junk-food.

Choose what is good,
whole and healing.
You will be directed to it,
once you decide
forcefully
that healing really is
what you want.

Otherwise,
if you want empty promises
that never really satisfy,
that is what you will get.

Tell me, my dear friend,
which of those options
sounds
more
fun?

(c) 2018 Michael Anuszkiewicz

Step One

First, you must stop.
Stop what?
Stop most everything
Everything but Love
And even somethings you thing are love, but are, in fact,
Something else.

Getting to step one
Has only taken you
Twelve billion years, give or take
And so, I congratulate you–
You are finally ready
And all of Heaven rejoices.

Stopping is hard at first –
It helps to begin with noticing.
Where am I less than loving?
In my thoughts,
In my words,
In my deeds,
To myself,
To others,
To everything?
If you like, start noticing it
In other people.
Don’t get too carried away, though.
For every single thing you notice
In someone else
Also resides in you.
Judge not,
Lest you be judged.

And then, when you’re good and ready,
Begin to stop.
Stop the hate.
Stop the division.
Stop the jealousy.
Stop the lying.
Stop the manipulation.
Stop the pain-creation.
Stop all shred of negativity.
Take a fast from anger and
Never go back.
Cleanse your inner self,
Just as you might cleanse your colon.
You will find that your sensitivity increases
Allowing you to stop even mroe
At even deeper levels.

It is inevitable in this process
That you discover about yourself
Horrific things
Hiding under carpets
And in the closets of your soul.
Don’t be afraid.
They were there ten minutes before you found them and freaked out.

And when you have started
Step One
In earnest
You can begin Step Two.
But don’t worry.
You’ll be back,
Before you’re done.

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2018.

Rage

Rage
Seems entirely reasonable
When it has overflowed the river’s banks
and caught you up in the flood.

It may even be reasonable
by this world’s rules.

But rage is a harsh master.
It will hollow you out
and fill you up, so that you can’t even
recognize
that the rage
burning you up
is not
who
you
are.

There are many lies
that the voice of anger
judgement
hatred
uses
to justify itself and distract
from the truth.

The truth is
nothing that threatens you
is.

Nothing can hurt
who you actually are.

The thing that can be
hurt
is the thing you think you are.

You are so much more
than the rage monster,
though if you ask it,
it won’t be the one
to tell you that.

It wants you
to keep believing in it.

A wise man once said
‘Reality is that which
when you stop believing in it,
doesn’t go away.’

My advice; stop.

(c) 2018 Michael Anuszkiewicz
(quote paraphrased from Philip K Dick)

Flashing

Lights are flashing
as far as you can see.
Blinking, moving,
in a complicated dance,
that almost seems
to make sense.

If you stare
too long, you almost start
to think you see the meaning
in the chaos.

But that will mislead you,
because it is different
for everyone who stares.

Wars have resulted
from this confusion.

My advice
is to find the one
bright light
that never changes.
It will lead you
home.

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz

Patience

Distractions are everywhere, here.
How perfect coffee is made
What happens when black holes die
The search for the perfect shoes
And every other preoccupation
This life can manufacture.

The point is, of course, distraction.
The real gain is hidden behind
Quietly waiting.

Has your dissatisfaction
Reached critical levels
Yet?

No?

Never fear.
God is patient.

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017

Cheeky Keys

My key ring is enormous.
Gargantuan.
I have a hundred
Keys to God.

Sometimes
I get guerrilla
And start dropping them
In seemingly
Random places
That you often frequent.

You picked one up
Last week
An orange skeleton key
Bright brass
And you had
An unwavering
And odd feeling
It was smiling at you
That you promptly forgot
As you lost it
In the bottom
Of your bag.

No matter.

I will drop
A hundred more winking keys
That will cheekily grin
Until you finally
Grin back.

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017

Don’t Bother Wondering

Shall I tell you a story?
It has a happy ending.

I used to swim
In a pool of misery
Every day.
I was religious about it.

One day —
The first of many —
I thought,
“This sucks.
Is this really it? 
Or am I missing
Something?”

Misery assured me
With a crocodile smile
That this was it,
I was missing nothing,
This was the best
I could hope for —
And at least here
I got to swim.

And that very first time
I wondered if
Maybe
Just
Maybe
Misery was full of shit.

And here’s your
Happy ending:
Now I don’t bother
Wondering.
I
Know
Instead.

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017

Soon

I know
That you will be
Home
Soon.

I wait with joyful longing
As you
Choose
To delay.

When?

Will it be today
That you decide
You can bear this suffering
(That suffering)
No longer?
Or will you delay
One more day
One more century
One more civilization
One more epoch.

Do you want to be
The Last
On board this train
My dear?

The darkness says yes.
I say no.
Whom will you heed?

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017

A Thousand Shrill Voices

I have a metaphor for you.
Seagulls flock
And scream
When you eat the chicken leg
In front of them
And disappear quickly
Once dinner is put away.

Do you see?

I will explain.

When you do
What you must
There will be
A thousand shrill voices
Longing to disturb you.
When you stop
They are satisfied.

The lesson?

Do what you must
Anyway.

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017

The Missing Thing

It’s not-entirely-untrue
That you have
A God-shaped hole
In your life.

As a matter of fact,
You do.
But it’s not as small
As you think.
It’s God-shaped,
Yes,
And you-sized.

You are the God-shaped hole.
So, fill yourself with Love.
Fill yourself with Peace.
Fill yourself, your emptiness
With All Eternity.

Accept no substitute
For you cannot —
How could you be —
Satisfied
With anything else
Anything beyond
The Missing Thing
To begin with?

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017