poem 1
any dream
you choose to dream
can be the thing
you think it to be
it already is
and always has been
so don’t even think
about it
poem 2
has to be
something
or nothing
ever was
but every thing
is some thing
no matter what
it does
making this just
another thing
the lesson learned –
do not cling
to any thing
it could be true
that words are useless
and nothing can be said
that really means
anything
beyond what I see
or what you think
will be
it could be just a dream
it could just be
a fantasy
nothing can be said
about it
you are the things
you see
silhouettes
upon the screen
it could be everything
do something
or not
be ready to move
when moved
and sleep
to dream
discharged
released
let go
pushed out
for a shout
gone through
the window
where is her
dream
of gracious
or spacious
are both the same
when put together
we get to the start
light as a feather
your heart
is one part
Having the desire to live a spiritual life can be a weird thing to deal with. You start to have these random realizations every now and then. This possibly comes from reading the works of spiritual teachers, studying various religious teachings, or sitting in a sort of zen daze. So you’re taking in all this new information and being exposed to new perspectives, and these insights start to come about. One of the tricky realizations is that desire itself needs to be let go. So you really shouldn’t even have a desire to live a spiritual life in the first place, since all desire should be released. That’s a weird issue. However, a good thing to come and help with this is the realization that all life is spiritual, so you’re already living a spiritual life, there’s no way not to. Well, that makes things easy. I’ll use the blog here to talk more about these things sometimes. Please feel free to share any insights of your own.
When you accept
responsibility
for your suffering
you realize
that you create
your own pain
you begin to see
that you also create
from yourself
your own joy
your own bliss
your own heaven
your own enlightenment
in all the myths
You are the Savior
oh, where did she go
slipped away out the window
as a weed grows
the need shows
and pulls along
wherever it goes
heaven forbid
you should know
having taken note
of the latest
blow
there are
sheep grazing
silently sleeping
gently slipping
into a box
so tight
so locked
there are
peep holes
to look out
see the world
one piece
at a time
there are
fragments
that make up
the vision
of what’s out-
side the box
there is more
always more
and yet another
box
with a rusting
lock
So can it be
can it be
are you just something
or what’s in need
in place or out of it
I can’t say right now
who I am in it
can’t believe what
you say
what you say
do you mean it
anyway
can it possibly be
that you’re fooling around
just being silly
oh, silly indeed
silly indeed
hand over the
things
you need
to take from me
can it be
that I’m being drained
can it be the same
can we be insane
oh darling you know it to be
just say it to me
just say it to me
God is all things, all people, as one.
Love is all things, all people, as one.
The earth and all life on it, even the atmosphere and outer space; we are all one.
Love and care for all of this.
It is you as you are it.
these things inside 