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The Dream Of Life

The Brief Circus Of Existence

What if all this reality is but a dream,
And when we die, we wake up? Within illusion,
You can feel yourself not as a stranger on earth
On probation, arrived by a fluke. No! Your birth
Is as fundamental as the moon and the sun.
You’re part of a divinely orchestrated scheme.

Let’s suppose you were able to dream every night
Eighty years’ worth of life, and you had everything
That you wanted. After several nights of this
You would say, “This is great! I’m in a world of bliss.”
To have control over all that is happening
Is a thing most would find and enormous delight.

Let us say now that you decide to have a few
Where you have no control over what’s happening.
You would say, “That was a close call” after each one.
But you want some adventure. So far there’s been none.
Having no control is extremely challenging
But you take it and finally wake up as you.

You are an aperture through which the universe
Is looking and exploring itself in detail.
All of nature is Godlike. Multiplicity
Of the choices you’re offered is how things should be.
We cannot know what’s happening on the grand scale.
Never have we decided to go for the worse.

What Happens After Death?

Is There Another Side?

There’s so much that is unknown about existence.
We are here but a brief while in this consciousness
That we know as daily living reality.
We know that our physical eyes aren’t meant to see
All there is to be seen. We do not have access
To the state we all came from. It makes little sense.

We who are called survivors are steeped in mourning
For the one who’s now missing from this dimension.
We have lost all connection for all that we know.
There is no way that we can express our sorrow
At its deepest. The only thing that can be done
Is to get back into the business of living.

The one who has departed does experience
Something absolutely wonderful compared to
What is here and what we feel and what they did feel.
The release from the heaviness they see as real.
It’s a dream they’ve awoken from. Their broader view
Is what we living miss here. It still makes no sense.

But from there they experience a life review
Where they feel everything they’ve done to everyone.
Once that’s finished they’re welcomed into a new world
Where all of their potential is freely unfurled.
We survivors see this not as a solution.
It remains a most difficult time to go through.

The One Who Can

The Surprising One

Can’t is the worst word that is written or spoken.
It does more harm than slander and outrageous lies.
On it, many a strong spirit may be broken.
Many good purposes die to not come again.
From the lips of the thoughtless it springs when they rise.
It robs us of our courage – both women and men.

It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning
And will laugh as we falter and fall by the way.
Can’t is the father of all feeble endeavor
And the parent of terror and the half-assed chore.
It weakens the efforts of artisans and may
Make the most clever toiler an indolent thing.

It poisons the soul of the one with a vision
As it stifles in infancy many a plan.
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And it mocks at the hopes and the dreams of the one
With the gumption to start out by saying, “I can.”
It will put quite the kibosh on getting things done.

Can’t cannot be a word uttered without blushing.
To do so would be but a big symbol of shame.
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing.
It will blight one’s own purpose and make everything
Seem as if one does not have a stake in the game.
Hate the word with a passion. No good can it bring.

Refuse to let the word find a home in your brain.
As a creature of terror, do arm against it.
It’s the foe to ambition. It bows only to
Courage, patience, and skill. These are only a few
Of the things that defeat it. One should never quit.
Say, “I Can” to your life. You have so much to gain.

The Dream Of Life

The Ethereal Freedom In Life

To awake from illusion means to understand
That oneself implies others as death implies life
And as black implies white. All things are but one thing.
Yet diversity makes it all interesting.
Life is brim full of blessings but also some strife.
Your existence is fundamental and preplanned.

Let’s suppose you were able to dream any dream.
In one night you could dream what seems like many years.
You would have all your pleasures and wishes fulfilled
And each morning you would awake totally thrilled
At the prospect of sleeping away all your fears.
This example is intentionally extreme.

So now let’s down the ante. You dream as you wish
But with less control of it so things can happen
That cannot be expected and some quite severe.
Upon awaking from this dream it would be clear
That it was a close call, but to do it again
You may find to be not altogether foolish.

You are dreaming this life and don’t know that you are
And upon death you reawaken into who
You were before you entered this reality
And the ultimate gamble is simply To Be.
You engage the eternal in all that you do.
Thinking life is a dream isn’t all that bizarre.

A Dream Within A Dream

Convergent Ethereal Realaties

Alien I appear here play acting a role
That is decently human. I know but to fail.
The compulsive obsession that I have to write
Points to none who will nitpick yet judge it on sight.
How on earth does a sore loser like me prevail?
As far as being human, I’ve slaughtered that goal.

The question, “Am I worthy?” is thus difficult.
The stronger that I ask it the worse I do feel.
No one will look at my life nor study my work
At best, it may be mentioned by some with a smirk.
Pity is unbecoming, but my life is real,
And my words become the incongruous result.

Colossal is the damage I know that I’ve done
Yet have no way of knowing nor ever shall know
Until my life’s reviewing on the other side.
All of life is a lesson. I’ve already died.
I now search for the light into which I will go
Where I am well adjusted and cause harm to none.

Take this kiss upon the ass. The mission is done.
No one need know the sorrow that I leave behind
In the form of these troubled words from deep inside
Where the dream within this dream my spirit does hide.
Grains of sand are the small thoughts that drift through my mind.
Those who will cross me over indeed will be none.

Blessed By Water

Conducive Energy Flow

Manifest anything with a simple technique
That is proven by science and practiced worldwide.
It may seem like it’s magic or hocus-pocus,
But arguments against it are superfluous.
It should not be discounted before it is tried,
And it’s not something shrouded in utter mystique.

Write your wish down on paper and in present tense
For example, “I am attracting my dream mate.”
…Or whatever it may be. What you are doing
Is directing mind energy so it will bring
A specific blueprint, but you must concentrate.
To the subconscious mind it is worth the expense.

Place a glass of water on your piece of paper
Rub your hands together until they’re burning hot.
Place your palms near the sides of the glass of water.
Activated, the energy you will transfer
To the water imprints it. It matters a lot
That you focus intently for things to occur.

This involves the repeating of what you desire
Loud enough that you feel it throughout your body.
Take a deep breath while stating it over again.
You will then drink the water. Do this technique when
You get up in the morning most regularly,
And the thing that you’re wanting you soon will acquire.

Human Potential

The Flowering Of Racial Wisdom

Human beings are swinging like a pendulum
Between animal nature and divinity.
One moment, we are civil; the next, we are mean.
As long as the wild beast we are clearly is seen,
Our ascension spiritually cannot be.
Extinction by our own hands may be the outcome.

Processes fundamental conceived to dissolve
What is animal in us offer much relief
And a balance most vital to us as a race.
As we rise in the morning, the kingdom we face
Is of lack and survival. The worst of our grief
Penetrates to the soul, and we cannot evolve.

We’re the dog, bird, and snake, and all creatures below
On the rungs of life’s ladder as earth is its home.
After some work and practice, if someone pokes me,
The dog will cease its biting and be completely
In alignment not with the old stressful syndrome
But with peace and compassion – a winning combo.

It must happen in every human being, though.
When the rugged wild creatures that we have become
Do not find dissolution the natural way
We create our own hell that we are doomed to pay.
Animals become restful by beating the drum
Of connection and awesome potential to grow.

A Dream Within A Dream

Consciousness Within Consciousness

…And in parting from you now, thus let me avow –
You are not wrong who deem that my days are a dream.
Yet if all hope of sanity has flown away
To some kinder dimension, then what I must say
Is that there’s a much larger and complex regime
That imagines existence into here and now.

Brokenhearted I can’t be, yet somehow I am
Immersed in an enigma of shock and dismay.
If I’m part of existence, where do I belong?
This world has lost its sense of what’s right and what’s wrong.
In a vision or in none, for what do I pray?
Absolute is my feeling that life is a sham.

Of a shore surf-tormented I stand in the roar
As I hold in my hands grains of the golden sand.
How Few! Yet how they creep between my slim fingers
While I weep. As I weep, the wave rhythmic recurs.
Can I grasp with a tighter clasp of my weak hand?
They escape quickly to the sea and are no more.

Many thoughts flood the consciousness. All are the same
In a sea nonexistent with vital context.
They address a reality that can’t be real,
So, I can only go by the way that I feel.
In this pitiless wave I am much less perplexed
About what in a troubled world causes me shame.