a pool a stream and you

Zambia VicFallspool2007

I want to be a pool
 up in the mountains where it's cool
 I want to be a stream
 entranced by jungle and sea
 I want to be One but I am many times too
 I want to be true
 I want to be lost inside of you
I want to run past you
 and I want to hold your hand
 because I am the stranger and your closest friend
 I want to persuade you to come along
 because I am soft and eternally strong
 and I will make it worth your while
 come walk with me for a mile
I want to stand still and gaze at the sky
 I know I am the moments that can make you cry
 and the sunrise that lets you fly
 And then I want to rush on towards light and bliss
 and through the wind I'll blow you a kiss
 I want to be the one who you miss
I want to sit quiet and hear each of your thoughts
 I am the listener and soulmate the universe brought
 I want to say something without words or great noise
 because I am here for a reason and out of free choice
 And deep in my pool a poem is hidden
 that I have written
 for you
I want to be the pool that you drink from
 and the stream that you ride
 when you want to be high
 Touch me and I will make you fly
 and wrap your heart in a song
 come along
 try
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The Z(th)en man

Not Zen. No. Then!

Then when…
Then while…
Then during…
Then before…
Then after…
Then rather…
Then never…
Then always…
Then perhaps…
Then if, then…
Then, then…
Then see…
Then now
Then…

Always then. – Never now.

My ‘then’ shield.
I retaliate with ‘then…’
  “Then, hah, watch out.”
It’s my secret weapon of escape from anything. The delusional ‘Then-blaster.’

“Hallo Mr Then-When-Do, time to meet Mr Now-I-will.”

‘But, if, then and when,’ mixed with ‘maybe and perhaps’ and a serving of procrastination and indecision will affect no change.
Tiny words that become my reason to remain inactive. It is fascinating how I can hide behind the ‘then screen,’ and actually justify my state of being. “Yes, then I will do something.”

Between then-bliss and then-hell is the fulcrum of my seesawing life where everything ceases and meditative balance reveals the ‘now.’ There is no ‘then’ in the now, there is Zen. This is the place where it all happens. This is the pumping heart of super-oxygenated life. Life is not when I fall of the bliss edge or into the hell abyss. Life is at the fulcrum and this is where it expands as much as I let it. I am my own rev limiter but my engine can’t over rev so why use it?

I know ‘then’ is an adverb but it doesn’t add anything to my verb called ‘Life,’ except when the ‘then’ becomes an instigator of action, a wake-up-call, now ‘then’ becomes a friend.
When ‘then’ takes me away from the now into ‘Thenland,’ pulling me from the present, it radically and immediately shrink-wraps my present and my possibilities.

Imagination is not ‘Thenland.’ Imagination is ‘Nowland.’ It is part of our ‘Land of Is’ that we create. We make it ‘Thenland’ because we say it is not reality. But I have just redefined reality and called it Fantality. I have expanded reality to be bigger, much, hugely bigger, and all encompassing far beyond the experience of our prime senses to the far reaches of our ‘ever-expanding’ imagination. Fantastic reality.

Go ahead try it and live in Fantality.
Forget ‘then,’ turf the word ‘limit’ and ‘boundary.’ Let them call you delusional. Fly on your broomstick and magic carpet. Soar your kite.

Thank you life, you rock!

 

 

Coffee naked in the MilkyWay

Midnight.
 Respite from the heat.
 Coffee, with milk.
 No sugar. 
 Life is sweet.
 Naked, sitting in the MilkyWay.
 Does Sirius care, or Castor wonder or Betelgeuse blush?
It must be an accepted fact then.
 Coffee, naked, in the MilkyWay.
I realise I am not round.
 I am odd.
 All the big things are round.
 I am small.
 I do think. I think so. Do they?
 Are big thoughts round?
 Going round and round.
Dogs bark at night. 
 They know the MilkyWay.
 There must be other dogs up there.
 Why else would they bark?
 Even on cloudy nights they bark.
 Prove me wrong.
 Ask your dog.
Three times I saw the wand of light.
 Meteors that burnt bright.
 I soaked my rusk.
 I bent my head.
 I bent my fingers.
 I caught it just before it fell apart.
 I have to bend.
 My thoughts bend too.
 Where does bending go?
 It comes back to you.
Between one star and another
 there is lots of space to cover.
 Even to Jupiter and Mars.
 The grass is wet.
 I am entranced by all the stars.
 Am I just a visitor from somewhere far?
 Naked on a chair in the MilkyWay.
 Drinking coffee at midnight.
 Magic, I say.
The whole sky had moved.
It was the deep of the night.
The chair was now empty.
The stars were still bright.
I went searching for you.
Sometime after coffee at midnight.
Naked, in the MilkyWay.

fly me high

Version 2

I saw you in the sky
 You where so high
 You drifted by
 High, high, high
 I saw you in the sky

Amongst the scattered clouds
 floating about
 I saw you 
 I wanted to shout
 Between the white and blue
 I saw you flying through

The sun came up and there you were
 hanging on the invisible air
 I touched the sky to feel you fly
 but you were so high
 I wish to fly with you
 I'm in despair

Oh sky so high when can I fly
 I want to watch the world drift by
 Never once I found my feet
 nor was I meant to dig so deep
 I want to fly and be so high

Everyday I look into the sky
 Sometimes I see you gliding by
 Playing with your friend the wind
 in the thermals of the air I think
 I cry, I cry, I want to be so high

I want to fly the airy ocean
 and land on cliffs and trees
 Soaring, zooming, diving, tumbling, 
 would keep me from insanely mumbling
 My freedom's in the flying motion

My wings are open like a book unread
 each page a feather full of promise
 When you read it then you let me fly
 that's how I find some solace
 There are no limits just look ahead

 I am in the sky again
 with you
 I waited not in vain
 We fly, fly, fly
 We are so high
 and very thankful too

two drawings

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I have made two drawings:
 the way my life is now and the way it will be,
 the current state and the desired reality
The difference between them is easy to see: 
 question marks, dullness and a head hanging down
 versus color, poise and a smile with no sign of a frown
Vividly I believed and I wore that hat
 filling the page I outlined my vision in black
 and then added some colour so I‘d remember to act
I imagined, I felt it and I was focused like a beam
 not on what wasn’t or what broke or all that had been
 but of flying a kite, my symbol of freedom, and
 living my dream
A drawing quite clearly it needed to be
 because a picture brings out the purest form
 of my fantasy
 while words would leave far too much room for ambiguity
Inspired by and credit to Patti Dobrowolski 
 Draw your future, TEDx Rainier