A Blue Print Of An Unknown Reality!

Webster's  Dictionary defines a poem as: An arrangement of words written or spoken  that express experiences, ideas or emotions in a style that is more  concentrated, imaginative and powerful than that of ordinary speech or  prose. Some poems are in meter, others in prose and others are in free  style.
 

When I began writing poems I didn’t read that definition.  I didn’t expect to spend my life writing a form of poetry that is to  most that read it, a self-given poetic license. The poems I write do not  fit into the recognized structure of poetry; they are hybrids of  thought that are hard to understand in normal terms. Using accepted  beliefs about the nature of my existence will not bring my work into  focus. By releasing myself to another form of my consciousness I am able  to verbalize that consciousness in a manner that is unique, yet  similar.
 

This journey of awareness began early in life for me,  but I repressed it and felt a great amount of fear when I realized the  diversity that existed within me. I made the choice to live my life as a  typical human, working, marrying, having children and being generally  discontent in the circumstances that formed my life. I blamed this  feeling on others and outside factors that did not want me to feel good  about myself; it way easier to put the burden of unhappiness on  something or someone else and continue living in fear and anger. I was  able to judge others; I put myself on a table of right and wrong so  that I could justify my actions. I was the fork that lifted the food of  righteousness to my mouth and the knife that cut the unwanted fat of  diversity from my plate. I was the spoon that swirled and dissolved the  sugar of lies into my drink of anxiety. I sat at this table for almost  forty years and then the table collapsed.
 

My mother died in  1996, and her death completely shattered that table into tiny pieces. I  wanted answers about death; I wanted answers about sickness and I wanted  answers about living. I began a new journey through time reading  everything I could find about those topics and I found myself meeting  someone I never expected to meet; another me. All the philosophy books,  all the psychology books and the self help books from voices around the  world lead me to a place that I had completely forgotten, called  the unknown reality within me.
 

I found a blueprint of myself  waiting for me to build a physical foundation of freedom in linear time.  The blueprint had always been there wrapped in a corner of my mind  waiting for me to feel it. I began to feel it through the words of Rumi  the 13th century Sufi poet. I felt it through Rilke the 19th century  German poet. Through other poets such as: Goethe, Blake, Dickinson,  Takahashi, and Buson, the list is long. I found life after physical  death in their words and I knew my mother was still alive and focused on  another stream of her consciousness. In 1998 I began to write poetry  and I write and live it everyday since my awakening.  My blue print of  consciousness has become a physical life.
 

My words come from  that blueprint, and at times they are hard to understand with this  focused consciousness, but at some point in time they begin to make  sense. My purpose in this physical life is to experience the variety and  complexity that physical consciousness gives me, so I can expand the  other aspects of my self. My Spirit Songs are the vehicles that comes  from the past, and are painted in the future so I can ride in my now.  They are spirit songs of love.
 

As I begin my yearly  collection of Short Sleeves A Book For Friends (this is the fourth  year) I do it with joy, gratitude and acceptance. I invite all of you to  feel that blueprint; feel your unknown reality, by tasting mine. Yours  will be different and diverse but it is as valid as mine is. Now is the  moment for remembering and I offer my work as universal service to All  There Is.

Awareness Ball

Crossing Thoughts
Find You
Within Me
The Fragrance
Of Energy
Personified

Silent Voices
That Dance
From Branch
To Branch

Blossoms
Opening Majestically
With A Peck
On The Neck
From A Time
That Has
A Rhyme

You’re
A Breeze That Gently
Combs My Hair
A Clear Brook
Laughing
As It Falls
Catching Rocks
Within it’s Walls

A Pasture Painted
With Cow’s Galore
A Melody Humming
At The Shore

I See
A Tree
It Captures Me

Carpets
Of Grass
Green Blades Of Past
Roses Mention Life
Of Ease
That
Follows Thee

I Feel You There
Everywhere
Connected Me
Thankfully

Awareness Ball
Consciousness Mall
Smiling Free
Mother’s Glee

To Mom. 3/22/07

A Secret Turning In Us

A Secret Turning In Us

Makes The Universe Turn.

Head Unaware Of Feet,

And The Feet Head.

Neither Cares.

They Keep Turning.

Rumi