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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.