Open Mic

Bosch Baha'i School is for the next 4 days a very busy place. There are 4 sessions going on simultaneously. A big mix of people of all ages, it has been really nice to have so many new faces around. I have been assigned the task of babysitting/teaching a group of 7-10 year olds for the next 5 days. Today was the first day and we played lots of games and ran around a lot. Later I was asked to watch over a 7 year old along with another teacher who was watching an even younger child. We took a hike through the woods here, which are really spectacular. Tons of gigantic redwood trees, families of deer and magnificent glimpses of the ocean make walking the trails here a very nice time.

We had an open mic night tonight. Lots of really special acts. It was almost the end of the list of performers, and I got the urge to read some of my poetry (yes I write poetry sometimes!). Its funny how when you are leisurely watching a performance, all is calm and fine, but as soon as you are asked/volunteer to be on stage or present something, your heart starts beating so fast and your leg wont stop moving and all you can think about is how nervous you are! Well that is exactly what happened to me tonight. I ended up going last and afterward I felt so good. It was really a nice feeling to share a piece of myself with such a large group of people. I call this poem "I Will Be":

Sad people, angry people they are family

all from the same source, all from the same creator aren't they

just beautiful, each a great color and individually vibrant and radiant!

I want to unite my brothers and sisters with my knowledge that is

based on love and happiness for all, not merely for myself.

To question why we are here and how we are is to love

God, in all his glory and, might we be joyous that we are here, alive

and breathing the sweet melodies of life.

No one is alike, each is beautiful

with profound sense of the world and of their own genius, each wondering how

things are coming together, contentment is upon us.

To know someone is to know everyone, there are an infinite number of things to love

about people, o how we strive to discover them

all, with a moments contentment worth a life's wait, are in accordance with the supreme

law, of the land, of tears, of the heart and of the soul.

Each of us living our lives,

our choices are our reality, we make it what we believe it to be. There is nothing

save the spiritual reality upon us, if only we could

recognize it, to smell its fragrance would be the blissful aroma that excites

it, as she goes here, and I go here, with petals illumined with the light of knowledge and of comprehension, of study and

of experience. What is one to do with such a bounty, a monumental gift that transcends the

most glorious of beauties and the most gentle of breezes that are present ?

Slumbering in the dregs of contentment who's aroma was nothing

but the wallows of vain-desires and of false contentment, with endless rewards, for me

a sad place to be, such a hallowed existence that permeates true nature and

true home with God,

I know I am, and with God

I will be.