The mystery of NOW
Repeats itself.
Meanwhile…
Silence fishes
For fresh thoughts.
Monthly Archives: October 2013
Jam with that?
I ate toast for breakfast
Smeared with dreams
To code my life
With certain things–
Some make it simple,
Others make it hard
To exist as me
In life’s backyard.
Expired Jokes of a Dreamer
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Are you willing to be weird if required?
Laugh about jokes that have already expired?
Endeavor to be zany at a time when it’s optional?
If yes, you’re at risk for a life that’s impossible!
Miracles will be had. Magical treasures, too.
With a Dreamer in your pocket, there’s nothing you can’t do!
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Soul’s Troll
The spiral path
To your soul
Is guarded by
A lonely troll.
He endeavors to stop
All who enter–
Who try to grow
And find their center.
It’s not his fault.
He has forgotten
His real, true purpose
Is to show you the button—
The button to press
To open the chamber
That passageway to
Love’s container.
When you’ve mastered
The keys to life’s game
You are ready to pass
Into this flame:
The center of the heart,
The gateway to GOD…
Home is where it leads;
The troll is a fraud.
So, know that he’s there,
Nod when he tries
To keep out what simply
must pass on by.
Sooooo…..
In you are going,
In you must go.
Your destiny awaits you–
At the end of the rainbow.
I wrote this one in 2013, inspired by a spiritual retreat I did in Sedona in 2010, focused on getting into the “sacred chamber of the heart”. I felt it quite hard to get into the deepest spaces of my heart, as if there was a troll guarding the gate, limiting my access, demanding my growth. I didn’t know exactly how to appease him at the time, so I wrote this poem, which provided me with some museful insight. It has became one of my favorite poems that I’ve written. I made this little bit of graphic art to go with it a few years ago.
STARSHINE
I love stars to be a part of my day–
They make me smile, feel happy in a way.
So bright, so fun—that mysterious twinkle.
What is really up there? Is it time in a wrinkle?
What can I say? I was born to play!
Stars help me remember that I came that way…
(seed bead mosaic by the author)
Gratitude as Fuel
When unhappy,
We reach for change.
From sadness, however,
It’s often in vain…
Love your life,
THEN reach for the stars!
Gratitude as fuel will carry you far.
(acrylic painting by the author)
Ahh Musement
I really think it’s true
That finding the Muse
Unlocks a room
Where magic brews.
Once she’s free–
Like a genie from a bottle–
Dreams rush in
And reality is mottled.
Whatcha gonna do
Now that she’s out?
The Muse will have her way,
About that, no doubt.
Get ready. Take your seat.
This rocket’s gonna fly
Across 8 dimensions
Into your third eye.
The Muse, she has a gift,
A present for you…
Let her in your life now;
Enchantment will ensue.
Shown in the photo is a piece of art I made inspired by the Muse. She actually came to me in a dream this month (May 2016) (a nighttime, sleep dream)–looking just like this. The scene included red velvet curtains, a bright green striped backdrop, and a really cute clown muse dressed as she is here and holding a polka-dotted box of RAINBOWS. I ended up waking up after the dream, probably because it was so pleasant and fun. I almost immediately set out to make a piece of art inspired by the vision. I started with this bead piece because I love beading, but I hope to follow it with a painting. Like the poem (which I wrote three years before I had the dream) says, she indeed does have a gift!! Hello Muse! And thank you!!
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Shambhala
There is a place
Up in the sky
Where a dragon lives
And angels fly.
It’s in this land
That I find my Muse.
I recognize her
By the sparkley shoes.
She waits for me
To open my mind
And attune my heart
To the great Divine.
When I am ready
I can journey there
To the Golden Palace
Above the dragon’s lair.
This Wild Muse spirit,
She comes to me:
Inspires my thoughts,
And lets me see…
See another world
Just out of sight–
The world of dreams
In the dark of night.
With her gift of Light
I am complete.
The eternal Beloved
I soon shall meet.
When I discover
That Beloved is me,
At very long last
I will be Free.
The Muse
When the Muse gets in me
She takes right over…
Magic starts flowing;
Logic runs for cover…
(rock art by the author)
Soggy Dreams
This is a funny little poem I wrote tonight, actually for my other blog (that’s going to be a narrative account of my past 15 months on sabbatical, looking for my next home). I thought I’d post it over here, too. Gives a little added texture to my gypsy’s journey…
There’s some kind of mysterious
Recipe I’m seeking…
For a magical home
In a dream I’m dreaming….
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Nature and people
And beauty and climate.
Work prospects, culture,
Politics, excitement.
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There are so many elements
I’m trying to consider–
When planning for home
In Hither or Thither…
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I no longer believe
That perfection exists.
Everywhere has compromise;
Reality persists.
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I’m really not sure
Which conditions I’ll choose,
But I must find home soon…
I can sure feel the fuse
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Lit in my heart,
Burning through my body…
“Make a choice now,” it says,
Or your dreams will get soggy.
Diary of a Mystic Gypsy 