Life has a way of creating a meandering of sorts
On a path of unknown origin
Towards a goal that is pliable, and malleable
And filled with the absence of futility
And I walk on that unknown road
Towards a goal that has been set in the conscious section of my unconscious mind

Which is to say that I actually know where I’m going in my blind search for a life that has meaning,
That has purpose, that feeds me in ways I have never been fed

Filled with the nutrition of the unknowing, and yet the trusting, with faith, of that which is meant to be,
Coming from that which was and is still to be

George Land¹ tells us that the future is calling to us, becoming and beguiling us to come hither,
Calling to us to follow that which has already been completed

And the future beckons to us, and I am led by the magnetic pull
Of Wisdom

Today is a day
Like any other
Only
I gave time for thinking
And cleaning
And knowing
And growing
And being

Today is a day
Like any other
And I knew
And I sold
And I told
And I loved
And I grew

Today is a day
Like any other
And it is mine
To hold dearly
To love clearly
To grow into
Barely

Today

Unfolding roses
Explain the meaning of life
Makes delicious scents

I am alive
In ways I never knew
Existed

I am alive
To a wisdom
That comes
From a greater
Knowing

I am alive
To that
Which has gone before
And will be again

I am alive
And I enjoy
My living

Writing poetry makes me feel alive
Gives voice to my thoughts and ideas
And helps me to understand
What is going on
In my life

Writing poetry helps me
To reach into my deepest recesses
And find words that express
Things I haven’t thought about
Before

Writing poetry gives voice
To my inner journey
And guides me forward
On the way
To Greater
Wisdom

Yes, I think I can
Do anything
I want to
I think I can
Make things happen
I think that I can think
Things into being
And then, I realize
That all of that
Is just a part of
Childish thoughts

Don’t you sometimes wonder
About things
About life
About living
I do
And I can’t make any sense
Out of the worldly ideas
So
I stay in my head
Then move
Into the silence
And
There I stay
For as long as I can
And then
I return
To the living

I wonder sometimes
What this world is all about
Nothing really makes any sense
Rules are made, to be broken
The good can sometimes do evil
And the evil do good
I can’t make any sense out of any thing
I try
Lord knows I try
And still
Nothing makes any sense
So, I’m guessing
That living doesn’t originate
In the brain
In the thoughts
In the knowing
But, in the
Living

To dream is to reach into the deepest part of the self
To seek out and find that which has traversed the Universe
And come in the form of what is to be
I walk along a path that is my destiny
Always wondering what is ahead
That which I have already planned and placed into order
The dream comes before the self, before the birth
Before the One which is to come
And I step into the dream with each breath that I take
And I wonder at the illusion of what I thought
I had to do
Just ‘be’ I am told, and that truly is the way, the dream, the illusion into truth
Just be in the flow of the life that was recorded and planned
To live out all that is meant to be lived
To honour that which was walked before and to live that which comes in front of us
To dream is to become
To dream is to love that which is to come
To dream is to be
And nothing more

To dream is not to create
But to live that which was already created
To know, with certainty, that all is
As it is meant to be
To dream is to take into oneself
The wholeness of the Universe
And the allowance of the energy
That flows through the matrix of the all
To dream is to live the truth
That we have come here to live
To dream is to know
That we are perfection
And always have been
Perfect
To dream is to live the dream
The creation of life
And all it is
As it is

A time and space where the angels dwell
And guide us into a place of non-attainment
We look at the stars, and count their beauty
In their light
And, we wonder how we ever allowed their beauty
To reach beyond our touch

And, isn’t love like those stars that we cannot reach?
We try so hard to understand with our minds and bodies
Truly forgetting that we are created in love, exist in love, and are
Total love

We focus on attachment to body and mind
And forget the soul of antiquity
That houses the God
Of our creation

Love is but a bubble of existence
That reaches out to hold and protect us
As in the Mother’s womb
Where we can truly be
Who we are meant to

Love is that catch phrase
That tells us that we are someone
And belong
To another being of existence
If not..to ourselves

The truth is..that we are not
If we have not another
And we can search outside from here to eternity
And only find that true love
Within ourselves

Love…magic…wholeness of existence
Within and without
From beginning to end
And we are
One.

I prefer
To live in my dream world
Where I am in charge
And can do whatever
I want to
I prefer to stay in my dream world
Where no one judges me
And colour and beauty is everywhere
And I can be the only being
In my world
I prefer to live in my dream world
Where I can see and do and be
All I want to be
I prefer to live
In my Dream World
And Be
Just Be

Happiness is when
The sides of your mouth
Want to move into
The warmest smile it can produce
And your heart sings
At the smallest provocation
And you wonder how
You ever lived without it

It is when we are sad and needy
That happiness makes itself known the most
For it is in the loss
That we appreciate most
What we had

Is the silence of knowing
That we are not alone
In this desolation
Of unconsciousness

A waving motion
Of understanding
That in our alone-ness
We still belong
To the many that walked
Before us

It is a remembering
That hand in hand is needed
In order to complete
Our life’s work
And that
We were never intended to walk
Totally alone

Oh, great creator of life
Forever guide us forward
Bringing together that which was
With that which is to be
And remind us again and again
To check into our hearts
In order to know
That all is, as it is meant to be
In gratitude.

The awareness that life is endless
And known through its expression
Of boundaries
Set by us to finite
The infinite
To harness the Self
Through the self
Freedom is deeply felt
In the physical pit
Of humanity
A place of extremes
And limitless
Experience
And gratitude

The everlasting difference
Between knowing and finding
That which is different
We live in times
Where that which was
No longer exists
And that which is to be
Can no longer be predicted
We live in a space where we need to learn
Forgiveness
And surrender
For, until we learn those lessons
We will be inflicted with the pain
Of trying to create
That which we can not
We need to remember
To breathe a sigh of relief
When we recognize
Who we are
And where
We are going
For even that, too
Will soon, no longer exist
All will be changed
All will be different
In the times
That are coming
Forward
The Kali Yuga is here
The times of death and destruction
Are upon us now
And all will be
Different than we know it
And of new creation
For that which is to come
Change
Definition
Emergence
All that was
Will be
No more.

As the earth touches our fingers
And gives us the gift of light and sound
And the many experiences we live upon her
So we need to also honour
The soul that enlightens the life
And gives us hope
In our darkest hour
Our bodies hold the treasures of our existence
And give us the experience
To know ourselves
In these times

Our minds hold the power to bring us forward
Into the enlightenment of the ages
And the knowledge of which it is privy
Our minds help guide us forward
With trivialities and the creativity
Of knowing

Our emotions help us to experience
Our lives in the body
It gives us direction and the means with which to express
That which we are
And are hoping to become

Our souls take us to places long forgotten
And yet to be
It reminds us of our greater knowing
And the existence of pure joy
It is to our souls that we sing
With the exuberance of life
And look for guidance in our suffering

Yes, we have bodies, minds, emotions, and souls
And we are more than that
We are
All of existence
From here to eternity
And beyond
We are
All there is
On this journey
Back to the One

I just took a walk through the park today
With the moon still visible in the sky
And the sun barely risen
And no humans yet communing with nature
And, as I looked out, and saw
Picnic tables, etched and painted
With the names of rock bands and past lovers
And the grass strewn with remnants
Of yesterday’s picnics and overloads of beer
And I saw wrappings from restaurants
And backpacks, forgotten in the sprinkling of rain
That had tried to wash free
The ground of its turmoil
And Logan walked with me
In his joyful exuberance of life
And the small flowers just starting to bud
And the smell of the grass
And the fresh scent of Earth
And he didn’t leave anything behind
Except his love for the park
And a respect for nature, which provides
The small pleasures of life
And, as we left the park, just a few steps from our home
There was a sign, of a dog with a line through it
And I thought
Perhaps we should allow the dogs in
And keep the people out.
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I awoke this morning with a thought of Spring
How, just like the crocuses push through the snow
And show their tiny heads before opening
So we are like that Spring
Opening when our time is ready
Taking our time rising
From the unconscious to the conscious
Knowing of who we are
And how we will project ourselves
Into the newness of our world

How kindly we are
To allow the process
Neither rushing nor holding back
On our evolution
Into newness

Spring, the harbinger of
Our truth
Our selves

Transcendence
Into a deeper state
Of relaxation
Surrender
To the inner life
The relaxation that comes
When we let go of the mundane
And relax
Just relax
Into the unknowing

Eyes closed
Body relaxed
Nothing to bother
Nothing to do
Just rest
Relax
Sleep
Deeper sleep

And then
I don’t want to open my eyes
This is such a yummy place to be
No problems, no caring
Just total succumbing
To not knowing
And I want to stay
In my
Yummy Nap

I had a friend
That was dear to me
And I lost her
And miss her
Friendship

I had a friend
And she helped me
And guided me
And showed me love
And I lost her

I had a friend
And I looked for her
Over hill and dale
And back again
And I lost her

And then
In a corner of the world
Where they write poetry
I found her again
And
I send her Love