SOME DREAM INSPIRED POEMZZZ

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.....the line above looks crooked, doesn't it?
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Be Careful of what you Assume to be "Real",
there may be MORE than meets the I

   
THE NATURE OF REALITY
IS THE FABRIC OF DREAMZZZZ

<<<A Millipede with a foot in each "reality" >>>    

There exists a "land" halfway from here to there.

It's part IN and part OUT                                                            

but alwayzzz more Here than where.....when we're aware.

This in-between realm is much like the inside of a circle or sphere

upon whose surface all our waking world tends to appear.

Everything upon this surface owes its existence to this hyperspace.

From its constant interweaving, all has resulted....

from the Cosmos to your face   :)

We are beyond biology as it is explained today.

We are but partial to part of the whole continuum at play.

Multi-dimensional "objects" of a sort cast their shadows into matter,

forming every physical manifestation from the former to the latter.

There is a "place" like a millipede with a foot in each "reality".

an overlapping border-zone-more "real" than our "actuality"

......For cities, nations, even planets can't last forever

but the interdimensional tug between "realities" ceases NEVER

There are things that exist

independent of the beliefs to which we are bound.

For the earth was really flat until a discovery found it was "really" round.

From quantum physics to Eastern philosophy,

         the closer you look, "you" find what "you" see

and everything we see is not as stable as it seemz

For the nature of reality

        is the fabric of dreamzzz......................

OPEN YOU MIND AND YOU'LL SEE THAT EVERYTHING

IS CONTROLLED BY WHAT YOU BELIEVE

CHANGE YOUR BELIEFS AND

YOU WILL CHANGE YOUR EXPERIENCE

<<<<<<MORE POEMzzzz>>>>>>

THE MAYFLY


The mayfly incubates for one full year
When its hatched, it lives barely eighteen hours
While alive it gives proof of higher powers 
They may see one May sun or might experience one moon
Hopefully they mate before expiring so soon
For the lucky leave their legacy 
which will emerge to live just one glorious day
Laying dormant on the lake's bottom 
until they emerge next May


So why has evolution only allowed them one day?
Are their minutes like our years which also fade away?
Could it be that our lives are just as short as theirs?
Is it blindness that steals meaning from the fate everything shares?
We can ponder our reason for being
some look with open eyes without seeing
but for each sacred soul 
who knows where and why the Mayfly goes
There is hope that our blindness is fleeing

           
   
OVER THE HILL


Over the hill is where I wish to wander
It waits for me there
It greets me with a dare
It has no worries nor care
with sights so sweet to smell
those sounds so sharp to see
with tastes too tart to touch
It waits there for me 
it offers so much
my spirit is free
Over the hill is where I wish to wander
unknown excitement, desire, and mystery
past, present, future wrapped in universal history
Over the hill is where I wish to wander
new things to feel
new thoughts to ponder


	

OUT OF THE BODY IN A MIND


The mind leaves the body light limp through the the airs
Rising endlessly on the horizontal stairs
Merging with the ethos, breezes fan its spreading blaze
Sparkling meanings explore the synaptic maze
Ever deeper as it continues to rise
The internal ascent into the mind's eyes
Concepts of language and reality fade 
Timeless games are continually played
Weightless sensations press out from the heart
Totality in every piece
wholeness in each part
Attunement flows from the cosmic field
Clarity represses the urge to yield
Give in to the thoughts that get you in
Begin to believe before you begin
The power is eternal and it comes from within


   QUANTA


As scientists divide matter into the tiniest
smaller than small
These minuscule pieces seem to behave not like matter at all
These sub-atomic creatures are both particle and wave
one in the same lot
This schizophrenic phenomenon 
depends on whether they are being watched or not
When not looked at they appear to prefer the form of a wave
yet when peeked at 
they rapidly begin like a particle to behave
These sneaky sub-atomic morphs have the term 
"quanta" as their name
They have no measurable dimension 
since they have two personalities, one in the same
They have no location
for at that level all points are equal in space
yet our entire physical world has these "no-things" as its base
Our brains construct what we believe to be an objective reality
but from a deeper plane outside time and space
flows the bombardment of surrounding frequencies
From this, one may conclude that our interpreted 
reality isn't one that is absolute
In the words of Sosan, the third Zen Patriach,
to come into harmony with true reality
just simply say, when doubt arises, " Not two"
Our brains merely decode oceans of interference patterns
programmed to see what is "supposed to be"
Without our particular de-coders 
we might experience a reality 
vastly different from that which we now mostly agree

	
	
SEEK FROM THE STRANGEST


Seek your knowledge from the strangest places
There is but one man with several billion faces
and one woman too with hundreds of races
Everywhere you look you can see their traces
Seek your knowledge from the strangest places


Seek your wisdom from the strangest kind
we're six billion circuits in one universal mind
Trace back the path as it starts to unwind
Be righteous in your search for what you seek you will find
Seek your wisdom from the strangest kind


Seek understanding from the strangest situations
See the truth even in the imitations
Hear the meaning not the conversations
Feel the newness by losing your reservations
Seek understanding from the strangest situations


Seek the truth from the strangest angles
It's like a fine thread that has many tangles
Study its nature openmindedly as it dangles
but beware of its misuse for its abuse often strangles
Seek the truth from the strangest of angles


Seek love from the strangest of avenues
There is but one love with thousands of points of view
It will pay more than your rent with excess revenue
For it sees through you as it sees you through
Seek love from the strangest avenues


Seek yourself from the strangest outlook
The whole world is your kitchen when you're the cook
Most of the you you know now is but a page in your book
Write yourself as the King not a rook, 
Read yourself as a river not a brook
Seek yourself from the strangest outlook.