Death Of A Dove!

To say I have been swamped is an understatement. In my 40 years on this island, the past four years have been revealing, exciting, humbling, and a blessing. I am deeply grateful. 

It is miraculous to sit at the edge of the great abyss, peering deep into the dark unknown with excitement and passion for the blessings that lie ahead. 

I have been writing like a sane man sitting under the Christmas tree with thousands of unopened gifts from the universe.

I am thrilled to be writing the book The Nine Levels of Power: A Life-changing Experience with my partner, Blake Chavez.

I live a life like many others—a life lived in fear, hatred, envy, selfishness, greed, worry, doubt, frustration, anxiety, disappointment, resentment, loneliness, and depression. These symptoms have rapidly diminished in the last 10-plus years. 

I must share a particular story through a poem I wrote many years ago, which capsulized my miraculous revelation.

Death of a Dove

Many birds throughout my life I killed,

Then, one day, I was presented with the bill,

When I shot a dove that flew on my land,

I raced over, knelt, and picked it up in my hand.

Barely alive with a hole in its chest,

Feeling proud of having shot my best.

Trembling, afraid, its tiny heart beating fast,

Stir, memories and images of my killing past.

Lessons of life have their turns and twists,

If you don't remember, they will persist,

Until I realized when the time was right

In bright daylight, or the darkness of night.,

Staring, amazed to see a tear roll down its beak,

As it cried out in an eerie shriek!

Then another tear welled up in its eye,

As it expelled its final breath and died.

I felt its spirit leave my hand to depart,

Pulling strings to open the doors to my heart,

At that instant, I learned of life and love, 

Taught to me by the Death of a Dove.