unfuckwithable

‘Unfuckwithable’ - When you’re truly at peace and in touch with yourself, 

and nothing anyone says or does bothers you. 

Is this a state anyone can truly achieve? 

To soar above the everchanging storm that is humanity 

to find a reprieve from our own ego dream?

 Ego nightmare… am I right? 

You see we’ve had it all wrong this entire time,

the more we resist the more it keeps on keepin on. 

We are not islands, we are archipelagos 

next to continents that float in oceans,

That are part of this planet that is one of many planets 

That are part of a system that is a galaxy 

each one as tiny and massive as a star. 

We are insignificant…We are stars. 

But I am nothing without the reflections of those

 I choose to keep near me as my mirrors. 

As my champions and desenters, as my ‘step the fuck up’ representers….

The ones that stay are the ones brave enough

 to face the triggers that arise when we go beyond what lies at the surface.

 The pretty words and pleasant faces, the socialized placations of polite civilization. 

When you are willing to die you truly become alive. 

Those who stay to witness your ego demise

and celebrate with open curiosity the what if of what you will become….

Those are your tribe…your ride or dies…

The ones that stand by as you burn and then rise. 

The ones that gathered at the Land marked to begin a journey deep inside 

The Unfuckwithables….are not those who are not fucked with…

they are those so wiling to be fucked with it no longer levels them.

 Peace is not the absence of the storm, it is the center within you that is always the eye…..

And it is not an ‘I’ it is a we…it is me within you and you within me. 

We gathered a seemingly happenstance grouping of strangers committed to changing. 

And we chose to commit to something greater. 

To stay through many deaths of many kinds

If you ever find reflectors like this hold on

They are rare souls who wipe their mirrors clean 

Not for themselves but so you can be seen 

They are willing to tenderly clear their vision with tears 

Before subjecting you to muddy projections from their fears…

They are warriors, fighting demons delivered 

Before they were old enough to defend themselves. 

It’s been a long few years and we are tired

But in our stubborn commitment to accepting 

Our own humanity in ourselves and each other 

We are inspired. 

We have become family….something more than brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers. 

We are bonded by our determination to love each other

In all of our flavors, fuck-ups, breakdowns and breakthroughs 

In my perception, in my heart,

We are living proof of the potential of humanity. 

I love you.