How are you today?
You are so complicated
And yet so simple
I can never seem to grasp
The art of accepting you
Each and every day
Sometimes it works
But other times
You are so full of wrinkles
That no matter what I do
I can never iron you out
But then, I would forget
And the wrinkles disappear
Now tell me life
How do you do it?
A fast busy life
Trying to live
Trying to survive
To keep up with the bills
Gotta get somewhere
Just can’t stay here
Always need more
None of it necessary
But obsession rarely is.
It descends softly
Enveloping me slowly
With a million tiny gems
Sparkling in the mines
Of my minds eye
Creating a warmth
Of peace and serenity
Lying there still
Waiting, in the darkness
For the escape
That awaits me
I drift slowly
With the ebbing tide
Of time and distance
No longer a reality
Thoughts become dreams
Dreams become reality
Running from the demons
To find a sanctuary
Of magnificence and grandeur
That will protect and warm
The battered heart and soul
That battles the real world
And spirits of the night
My mind and life are coming alive once again
to share scattered thoughts of
random order and chaos of disorder.
There is magic in words, in mind,
in sight, in everything we do.
What can be conceived can be believed
as so much of what is, once never was.
We are Gods, we are creation,
we are here constantly creating.
Each waking moment creating our reality
seemingly unreal when the pain is so unbearable and
the reality so surreal in times of ecstasy.
Our minds are powerful beyond measure
conducting maybe 20% of what is possible.
What greater symphony might be experienced
if we could access the complete orchestra?
The music of our lives hits lows so low
too often it seems the highs so far
in the distant past as to be almost
unbelievable when experienced again.
And yet, there is still so much that is possible
for us meagre beings inhabiting a small part
of such a big universe that can hardly
be fathomed so we don’t even acknowledge,
preferring instead to stay in our head,
creating our own little world, of which we
are the masters of the universe,
the centre of all creation and attention.
And yet, even so, we are creatures of God,
honoring our gifts through creation of our lives.
The real question to be asked;
are you of service or disservice?
The challenge of being
less of you to experience
more of you and and life.
What a powerful concept.
The questions of life may call to you. You may wonder about your purpose. You may feel out of place, disconnected, just a bit out of sync. You may want to find clarity; to find the stillness in your mind. That elusive quality where time loses all meaning. You may not even know what it is that you seek but you sit there in your skin and you know that something is making you uncomfortable.