Tag Archive | contemplation

Things Are Speeding Up

The Time Is Short

Consciousness is expanding. The earth, as it spins,
Is the same as it has been for billions of years.
Its cycles remain constant, yet relatively.
That which is on its surface evolves rapidly.
We know that things are speeding up, and time appears
To be too short perhaps because of all our sins.

If you think of something for just a few seconds
Then another thought like it, and then another
Will gather until they gain enough momentum
That things manifest. To you what you think must come.
Of what happens in your life, you are the mother.
What you have created is what to you beckons.

Think of yourself as a singular focuser,
Contemplating something and enjoying the flow
Of your thoughts as they happen with no resistance.
Without your contradicting them, they have a chance
To become your reality, which, you should know,
You create with your focus on things you prefer.

There’s a joining up of others into the stream
As it gets moving swiftly. Cooperative
Components then assemble. There’s an attraction
Of forces lining up for your satisfaction.
It happens when you are most appreciative
Of your ability to contemplate your dream.

Awaiting The Comforting Storm

Anticipation Of Emphatic Flow

Would I know it was Sunday without a device
Of some kind to inform me of reality?
At some point it should matter not that time exists
Or does not, as is in the minds of the sophists.
The air, pregnant with magical moisture, to me,
Is awfully enchanting which is really nice.

Go ahead, then! Be with child, blessed atmosphere!
You and I both deserve it. Our hearts become one
Beating entity. Growing anticipation
Of the torrents oncoming define what is fun.
To behold in protection the cleansing begun,
In a state of comfort I am as it draws near.

Water falling to the earth is such a big deal.
I can’t get enough of it. If in a dry place
Then my mood will be stricken with consciousness drought.
Something about the wetness I can’t live without.
Super liquid dark matter, consume and embrace
All that needs readjustment and more time to heal.

At once, I am my higher self and the one here
With a flesh and blood vessel and a unique take
On all that I experience. I love the rain.
It’s movement almost guarantees release of pain.
I believe that my being deserves such a break
From the desiccant nature of my worldly fear.

About Death

The Inevitability of Transisiton

What we know about death we must learn from the dead.
Does that sound facetious? I would rather it not.
The dead know all about death, the living, therefore,
Must consult them subjectively to gather more
Of an accurate picture than what can be got
From the rubbish pumped into the oversized head.

Otherwise, it is scary to contemplate death.
The most frightening thing is that it isn’t known
What will happen thereafter indeed if there’s one.
Information from others can satisfy none
Of the deeper questions. We are fantasy prone
Regarding the conditions after the last breath.

The devoutly religious, guided by scripture,
Have a definite blueprint of how it will be.
So they’re not as afflicted. There’s not as much fear.
In the flesh, no one’s vision is perfectly clear.
As one does contemplate the possibility
Of all becoming nothing, there’s certain allure.

We recall facing this world as little children.
Threats were plenty, and safety was not guaranteed.
There were all kinds of monsters, but behind them all
Is one’s own dissolution. And every close call
Reminds all that in life there is always the need
To ponder where we came from every now and then.

Ask And Expect

Your World Awaits

Is it possible that I don’t ask hard enough?
That it hasn’t come true yet is clear in my mind.
Can’t I just let the process work out on its own?
I can’t be in the receiving mode if I moan
About what hasn’t happened. Comfort I can find
In the fact that my focus is making things tough.

I can’t hold myself in the awareness of lack
And expect good to happen. It works not that way.
I must feel the excitement and then let it go
Or else build more upon it so that it may grow
To obsessive magnificence, and I will stay
In sublime expectation. All is well on track.

Ask briefly then expect. That’s the best way to go.
I can feel how keen my awareness is of things
As they are – somewhat hopeless. It adds resistance
Into the whole equation. I welcome the chance
To test infinite powers. How I’m feeling brings
About manifestations of joy or sorrow.

I want there to be safety and justice for all.
Those conditions I can’t control. What I can do
Is keep myself creatively focused on joy.
Nothing but my awareness of hate can destroy
Any hope of fulfillment. I am the one who
Makes the final decision to engage the small.