The Whole Enchilada

I’ve danced with fearless before. Back in 2003, a little truth whispered its way into my bones: there is no evil. I didn’t shout it from the rooftops—but I lived it. Quietly. Like a secret handshake with the Universe.

But now? My DMGS isn’t whispering. It’s practically singing backup vocals with glitter and jazz hands: The world isn’t even broken. The poem that arrived today is the evolution. The sassier sequel. Fix-Free doesn’t just remember Fearless—it builds on her shoulders, throws off the repair manual, and reminds me (again and again) that there’s nothing to fix. Just something to love. Starting here.

Fix-Free
There’s a lovely truth
peeking out at me.
I’ve sensed it before.
The perspective is resurfaced.
It’s simple, repetitive--
a brainworm of a concept.
Dismissively unfussy.
Also divisive and delicate.

The world is not broken.
Five words.
There is no evil.
Four words.

They topple & strangle
our modern sensibilities,
our entire perspective--
of earth, of others--
of life now turned on its head.
Upside down,
backasswards,
swirling in NOT SO!

Forest, meet the trees.
Let it sink in, soak up.
What to do?
What to be?
If there is nothing
out there
to fix or fight,
fear or defend?

A concept so lovely—so alarming.
Are you, brave soul--
Horrified? Fearful?
Indignant? Upset?
Traumatized? Mortified?
Contemptuous? Superior?
​Avoiding? Numb?
It is a rather harrowing,
bullshit-shattering,
grandiosity-wrecker
in four words or five.

What about those four little words--
did they even register?
There is no evil.
Does that spin you out?
Four tiny words,
mocking centuries
of fear-based morality,
punishment, and control.

Not saying harm doesn’t happen--
but it changes the story.
It doesn’t excuse.
But it transforms.
From blame to curiosity.
From attack to inquiry.
From righteousness
to real compassion.
That kind of shift?
Is dangerous.
And sacred.
And delicious.

Does it stir up any
individual responsibility?
Does it offer relief?
Hope?
Freedom?
What to do—create?
What to be—present?

The world is not broken.
Five words.
There is no evil.
Four words.

I have always prided
myself on my above-average
fixing, defending, proving,
being-right,
looking-good skill sets.
Until I realized I’d
LOST MYSELF
by casting a shadow so big
I couldn’t see, literally,
the forest for the trees.

Shhhush now.
Far be it from me
to shatter the delusion
or interrupt the heartbreak, anxiety
judgement, and drama
you’re so addicted to.
Forget it… never mind.

Shhhush. Shush now.
Turn the page—move along.
I won’t defend or argue,
Convince or cajole.
You see the freedom,
you know the truth--
and it’s our little secret.
Or you don’t—yet.
It’s all good.
Peace out.

We’re not just talking politics, climate change, or central banking conspiracies (though, chef’s kiss to that trifecta of existential dread). We’re talking about the whole enchilada—our worldview, inherited myths, and the deep-seated belief that if we don’t fix it all right now, everything goes to hell.  But then comes the pause. The breath. That tiny turn inward. Your DMGS hums softly, and you remember—there’s another way. It’s uncomfortable at first, like coming out of the woods into bright sunlight. But then your soul’s pupils dilate. Once your inner compass locks on, you can’t unsee the truth. The world’s not broken. You’re not broken. And that fix-it compulsion? Just background noise.

Now rewind 20+ years when I was just learning to tune into my DMGS and the major static wasn't about fixing it was all about fear.


Fearless
(2003)
Evil?
There is no evil.

I saw, I felt this truth this morning.
In the sky something lifted,
Like a cloud I couldn’t see
and didn’t know was there.
And light of a lighter quality was present all around me.

And the burden of living in
subtle, constant,
nagging fear was lifted.

No fear of judgment, meeting strangers.
No fear of loss, meeting friends.
I choose not to give life to judgment, to loss.
Without my thought or breath, they do not exist.

How will it be now?
To live each moment as a precious gift of love?
Open – accepting, observing and watching
for the opportunity to give love back to all creation?
Even to me?

How will it be now?
To see the sweetness, the gentle lesson,
the good chance, pre-sent in each moment –
Just so I may remember who I Am?

How will it be now
To feel?
To laugh?
To love?
Without fear –
I am remembering.

(mic drop)

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