Well, here’s what I do with all my time. I write healing poems that impact change mentally and emotionally.
Their design is one to leave the mind still, and the heart busy with a sigh, forcing the “hmmm” in the heart out through the mouth into a “ahhh”.
With love…
“Dancing is a state of mind”
“The universe constitutes our love, and gives birth to our intention eternally”
And how did you feel during? “No fear, just god”
“Science is spiritual, it just doesn’t ‘know’ it”
ILLUSORY DEATH
you don’t die to duality
you just transcend the idea
that there is a duality to begin
ZERO
One
cannot love god
just as it cannot
do nothing
just as it cannot
be itself
just as it cannot
have a free will
But two can…
CLARITY
In pondering validity
I came to ask myself
does it exist only
in theory?
And it occured to me
We are only as honest
as our clarity
will allow
FAIRYTALE REALITY
What more could you want
in a world
where each person
is a quest?
Why don’t we recognize
the gentle, oppressed
who want only to
grow their family?
Why haven’t we charged ourselves
with the sacred mission
of carrying light into the
dark fortresses of the land?
It’s time to stop dreaming
awaken
and join me in this
living fairytale
What warriors of you
can pierce the darkest heart
with a blade of forgiveness?
Alchemists are needed
to make blood again
what are now
hearts of stone
What healers out there
will fight for this cause
by speaking the charmed
language of love?
What force out there
would dare
resist us?
CROWN ME KING
I sit in
stillness
under the sun
This sun is king
so energy
rises to my crown
Overwealmed
by reality
I was
Afraid to
open my eyes
for I thought
I will see the world
as it truly is
and die
BEING
When I watch boxers
my heart beats fast
When I hear music
my feet tap
When I observe one
meditating
I go into stillness
When I see god
I…
EXTENSION
A smile
is a silent word
“And the word was god”
EMPTY HANDS RECIEVE
I hand a man a future
and he embraces it
he loves it
he grows attached to it.
I tell him
you must give
in order to recieve.
He disagrees and
refuses to let go.
I go to hand the man
another future, but
his hands are full
and so what I offer
falls to the flloor
and shatters.
Only empty hands
can recieve the
promise of life.
Duck
If we think of words
in a colorful way
it’s like they are
the language of the mind
translated into a different medium
which we use to
splash onto each other
For my own enjoyment
I imagine these poems
as a big bucket of blue paint
which I loft lovingly
upon you
Gotcha!
Think Play
I am in no rush
to do anything
except take my time
The quandary
is only in how we put the pieces
together
I love your writing. Thank you for sharing this, Zack.
Thanks meg, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I love this writing too. I feel truly blessed to be able to express myself creatively.
The boy who touched the sun
the small child stepped out into the sun
from his mother’s earthly dwelling
after being attracted by a shaft of light
shining through the shelter’s soft shade
he looked up towards the sky and felt
a booming heat shower upon his face
there was a tingle in his toes, a vibration
as if the light had shone through the shade
of his curious face, past the shelter of his heart
into his legs, nearly rooted into the earth
this soft vibration bloomed upwards
to the crown of his head
eyes open like petals
he stares without fear into the sun
the child rises into a blue ocean
and then into a deep starry darkness
behind him now is the small blue orb
before him is a smiling sun
nothing happens for a while
the boy just floats in front of the sun
his body feels like a sheet
blowing in the solar wind
after an eternity the boy extends his finger
and touches the sun
the glowing child finds himself on his doorstep
he runs inside to tell his mother
“I touched the sun!”
“I touched the sun!”
“you didn’t get burned?”, she asks
“no, I feel okay”, the boy concludes
“maybe it was a dream, then”, mother says
the boy had a puzzled look on his face
as if none of it made sense all of a sudden
then his tense face rolled flat with understanding
and he looked back to his mother triumphantly
the boy says
“maybe this is the dream”
i awoke before sunrise
and made my way
to Schuman’s residence
i enjoy visiting his home
there good vibes there
(get it?)
Focus
god said, you
need to meditate
improve your ability
to concentrate
i told him
mind his own business
later that week
i spent days
searching for my keychain
though i looked everywhere
i could not find
my keys
some time later
i discovered
that i lost them
where they were
supposed
to go
i never
put them on the key rack!
Thanks Kyman
You are a joyful poet 
Thanks katrine, the two words are synonomous.
Ask someone to provoke you
a man told another man
with an anger problem
to cure himself of all ills
by training his mind
for two months to be able
to go into stillness
for just 10 seconds
the other man said
then what?
ask a friend to provoke
in you a murderous rage
after you decide to kill your friend
go into stillness and find
that you were there all along
is that all?
no
thank your friend
for bringing you to a
murderous rage
i’m in the clouds
yet from the ground
you can still see that
i’m witty
my friend
you’re like me
even in the dark
i can still see
that you’re pretty
‘let them know
let them rememeber’
let them glow
in their surrender
memory of spirit
full of heaven
truth inherent
in all brethren
my brother kitty
and sister frog
sitting with me
singing their song
few will listen
as can I
fewer hear me
though they do try
in the theatre of mind
the spotlight is always on ‘me’
well, whose job is that?
this spotlight character?
something should be done about that guy
Liberty dissolves all sides
because it says that all are equal
different in degree but same in kind
Any distinctions create sides
and then tables where the me wants
its personal dinner served
Many me’s may gather at a single table
but that does not make them a truth
or earn them a dinner
the baby should be boss
with parents extending
from the child’s will
one of the best ways
to maintain purity
is fulfilling the intention
of a selfless being
I like that last poem.
Give all actions to god, seems to be the essence of that poem. The hidden meaning. I often discover parallel meanings that weren’t orginially intended, at least, on a conscious level.
It is terribly difficult for me to write a poem consciously. They are all ah ha moments or ideas that I jot down. I can’t even take credit for them really.
Are there any other artists here? I’m sure there is a creative impulse working in all of us.
when walking
are you going somewhere
or does the destination
come to you?
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If I stand still, I am arriving.
If I lay dead, I am being born.
If I center, I encompass.
If I exist, I disappear.
If I am everywhere, you won’t see me anywhere.
If I wonder, I find.
If I grasp, I lose.
If I don’t know, I see.
If I do know, I’m blind.
If I try, I fail.
If I surrender, I succeed.
my roots
they go
so
deep
Hello everyone, I’m just dropping in to post a bit, I am still having cpu difficulties. A simple lack of understanding with these cpu systems and I am unable to sign in. It gives me a sign in message and when the page fully loads the ‘signed in’ message saying you are logged in isn’t there. If anyone has any help on this issue I would be most appriciative if you would share it with me. I would enjoy visting the site more frequently than my current circumstances will allow.
“If it is not god you love, then you know only the weaker rapture of incest.”
A half is a half is a whole
When half a piece of wood looks for its other half
in an effort to be whole
it sees the other half as its salvation
Does it not realize
if it were to gain the other but lose itself
it would still be incomplete
Salvation is always there
the whole piece of wood is merely
a living symbol
Why do I flash the headlights into my eyes?
Because I enjoy becoming the deer
I was sitting at my computer tonight eating a bag of mixed fruit and nuts and my cat got up to see what I was doing. Because the bag was the same shape as their bag of treats, and it is shiney just like as well, he probably thought I was eating his cat treats for a second. It felt like for a minute the cat thought to himself, ‘dumbass’.
“Determining the place education has on our list of priorities, one should consider that students obsorb not the contents of their cirriculum, but the depth of their teacher.”
“As the world evolves, even the devil makes personal growth.”
“I do not become night and day, but they do unfold within me.”
The mind has the journey
Its destination is you
Take care everyone
Zack
So, sometimes you manage to successfully login,
and sometimes you don’t — those are difficult
situations if sometiomes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.
Question: which operating system are you using,
and which browser are you using ?
Do you have the possibility of using an alternate browser ?
The answer to those questions can hopefully narrow down
your phenomena …
regards
Wolfgang
I downloaded a free copy of mozilla, which is working fine now. I hear it’s a bit safer the IE anyway.