Loving Yourself Everyday

I Welcome you with the One Unifying Force known as Love. This love holds all things together in their perfect place and in their perfect time.

The process of loving yourself everyday is one of the most fulfilling and direct ways to give and receive love every day. Loving yourself is a theme that we hear all of the time; “just be positive and love yourself and you will feel better.” While for some people this statement may ring true, for others it is a little harder to get there from where they are in their lives. There are times in our lives that we are in the midst of trouble, right in the center of what we don’t want to be happening. In these times you can’t just remove or forget how you feel because that is how you are feeling at that moment and to disregard it would be lying to yourself. The best thing to do in this situation is be honest with yourself and feel whatever you are feeling at that moment. Denying how you feel at any moment will not push away how you feel forever; at best it will hold back those feelings or emotions until a situation presents itself and you will be able to express them. This comes in the form of getting upset or mad about something, only to find out that what you got mad at really wasn’t what was really bothering you. Often times, there are deeper reasons for all of your emotions and feelings. The question becomes not why that thing did or does get me mad or angry, but what is at the core of this feeling or emotion.

Self inquiry is the basis for self discovery. When you go through life and live through certain situations, you get to know about yourself and how you will react. You get to know about your characteristics and behavior. After a while, usually at about 30 years of age, you begin to discover who you really are. Since the beginning of your life you have been told who you are and how you should act in the world. You learn what is acceptable and what is not. You learn who you should be and if you are lucky you are taught to learn about yourself through your experiences in life. This self definition process is a part of life and culture. When you were born your parents or whoever looked after you was concerned about your well being and your health and vitality, and only wanted the best for you, and supplied you with the resources you needed to grow and prosper. Their love was perfect in the sense that the core principle for their diverse actions of keeping you alive was love. Look back over your life and see if you can point out different parts of your character that was directly or indirectly influenced by your parents or guardians, the answers will surprise you (they did for me.)

The Beauty of My Bondage

Sitting here on this cold, cold floor
The depression that is my being is finally laid to rest.
A soft glow in the night time’s air, the final leg of this journey, only it feels like a test.

What is fate, and who is GOD, that would relegate me to this hell of an existence?
The constant pain and humiliation leads me to a state of ending all that I know to be true..
There is no promise, no looking towards tomorrow, no future for my eyes to look through.

It feels like my very nature is hated, the pitchforks of greed, the lies of hate, the emptiness of fear.
The regular beatings, the regular hangings, the regular days of my life, only I don’t feel like I’m there.
Not a worry in the world, the crowd gathers saying "Thank GOD It’s Not Me", like they don’t care.

One day as I was sitting in this bondage and dreamed of a release from this place.
I heard a soft whisper say “Stay strong and hold on, this life will bring about the amazing grace.”
“The safety and comfort you seek in this life will only come about with struggle and strife..”
“The scene has been set; you are the beginning of the family tree, that is why we eventually meet.”

“I am your prayers put to flight; I am your outlook on life, equipped with all of your power and might...”
“It is because of your courage and strength that lead me to question what this all means”
“Since my birth I have been a warrior fighting against injustice, believing in freedom for all of us.”
“Now sitting in this cell with you I can now see, that the pain and struggle that was your life.”
“Now fuels the fires of my passions, covering every part of my light so that it shines so bright.”

So there is a reason for my season, a flower growing out of the seeds of time.
My sacrifice has given the essence of who I am, to my great-great-grand, now living in his prime.
What a beautiful thing it is, to finally see into the future and view what my thoughts and actions will eventually be.
There is a peace that lives inside of the storm, a place that we all cuddle up to in order to stay warm.

The beauty of my bondage is the story that I now hear, read and see.
The power of my being projected into the future to influence future generations, and it’s funny they all look like me.
There are smiles on my face as I think of the promise of the hardships, knowing this pain is special, more special than the most amazing gifts.
I am in peace no matter what pain and hardships are inflicted upon my body.
Living through my generations, my essence of love spread over the entire family tree.
The makings of my heart implanted in all of the future generations who are represented by the person that I call me.


Dwayne Chamble

Is This My Gift?

Thump, thump, thump, are the sounds of the beating heart.

All condensed in the gift wrapping of eternal love.

Look at all these layers I don’t know where to start.

This present I receive always changes how I relate to my spirit which is represented by a dove.

Is this my Gift?

Off in endless flight, my wings spread across manifested destiny.

The eyes of the eagle sees all there is to see

Is all there is to be, what does this mean?

How does this description of consciousness describe the entity that is called me?

Is this my Gift? Or is it a distortion of true reality?

Crashing on the rivers of the deep, nowhere to run, nowhere to retreat

Or is this a brutal game of constant flow, my waves dancing to the oceans beat.

My fate determined by an essence the humans call the moon.

My fate cannot be sealed fast enough, not a moment too soon.

Is this my Gift?