Natural High

A vision for the future

Poem written by a whale and a dolphin in a spaceship

People walk towards me
And they walk towards
The doorways of always

People talk right through me
Then do things to me
In the doorways of always

I am the twelfth nightmare of existence
My days are spent here at your insistence

I must leave you now
So that one day
I may return to you
Through the doorways of all ways

Poem with no know title and no stated purpose

I am the most of times
And the most of lives
I slip through the doorways of time
To live amongst you and beside you
My existence is an enigma
An unsolved mystery

I live in the moments where nothing really happens
My name is unknown
And often unheard
I fall silently
Into the night
Only to rise again
With dawn's first light
I am

A random list of words that are hard if not impossible to define

Life, Love, Time,
Space, Trust, Sublime,
Memory, Self, Sleep, 
Consciousness, Awareness, 
Mind, Spirit, Soul,
Define, Explain, Analyse,
Happiness, Ego, Imagination, 
Truth, Reality, Energy,
Light, Existence, Life.

Poem designed to bend your mind back into its original shape

I used to arrange my life so sweetly
That it would never disappear so neatly
I used to plan each waking moment
Until it became a sacred monument

I used to feel my entire body breathing
In the night it would always seem a real thing
I used to glow in the dark like a distant star
I wondered who or what we really are

I used to think about the trees on the hill 
That grew in the silence of sunshine until
The day would come when they should fall
In many ways I hear that very same call

There is no more I can tell you for now
Try not to wrinkle or furrow your brow
This poem is a reminder of all we have lost
One day soon we will tally the true cost

This last verse is really not like the rest
It was placed here merely as a bit of a test
To see how much more of this you can take
I'll go outside now and stand on a rake

Oops that was painful. I won't do that again
I think I should stick to using paper and pen
To record each random and variable thought
Mental gymnastics is suddenly my favourite sport

Work in progress

I am one of at least six billion souls
Each one living their various roles
On a planet that spins around on its axis
While governments seek new ways to raise taxes

All around me I see people of every colour and size
Variations on a them with arms, legs, faces and eyes
The ants are my friends and so are the birds
Some thoughts I find cannot be captured in words

We orbit our sun while being warmed by its rays
It has been this way now for countless days
Is the idea of a big bang correct as we have been taught?
Or is this universe the manifestation of one divine thought?

We have learned to define ourselves with such small thoughts
Limitations and assumptions which deny our true source
How did we allow this to happen? Are we really so blind?
We are now quite disconnected from the  universal mind

We fill our days with every conceivable entertainment
Somehow this does not seem to produce much contentment
We keep ourselves constantly busy and eternally distracted
You have to wonder of our minds have become fractured

What does it all mean? People often inquire
Is there something to which we can all aspire
Will some messiah emerge to raise our spirits higher?
Would that serve to satisfy some universal desire?

If you can find calm in the midst of this confusion
You may start to see right through the illusion
We seem to be prisoners of time and of space
Many believe we simply die and leave no trace

The answer my friends may be closer than you'd imagine
Hold onto your hats as this may make your head spin
Deep inside you there is a quiet presence
You might even call it your divine essence

It may lay there dormant for many long years
Subdued and covered over by all of your fears
Listen carefully and you may hear its silent call
During those wondrous moments where
You feel fabulous for no reason at all

I can't think how to end this poem
It really has no final statement
In a few years or weeks or days
I may return to it to add a new phrase

My Way

Enlightenment