Poem, Stream of Consciousness

Last night I had a dream…

It was about the time I fell into your forever beneath a street light.  It was supernova in the rain, and the drops chased us like stardust. .We ran for cover, jumping puddles like hurdles to infinity… the kiss of rain on window panes as gentle as ear on heartbeat…

I’m still searching for the moment when heartbeats became war drums.. My ears became deaf to the instruments, maybe if I would’ve listened just a little more closely…

My eyes have learned the language of waterfalls..

My fingers stained with poems searching for safety like umbrellas on rainy nights

Poems are not road maps around the hurdles…

My mind grabs memories like puddles grab rain drops…

My hands puddle tear drops into poems…

My poems, stardust caught in street lights…

Dreams fade into sunshine… then we wake up..

 

Spiritual ADD, You Betcha…

My spiritual journey is much like my life–joyfully chaotic with the occasional rainbow, and sometimes a pot of gold.  My life can really be summed up as an action of never letting my attention fall in one place for too long.  I often joke about having spiritual ADD, but the more I step back, the more I notice that it’s more of a reality.

My tattoos are a good sign: I have reiki symbols, Hindu chants, Buddhist chants, Ganesha, Jesus, Shiva symbols, a butterfly, a day of the dead skull, a heartagram, a pentagram, and well… the list goes on.  I wear my short attention span as a badge of honor.

I feel that if I stay in one place too long the dogmas might come up and bite me, grab hold and not let go.  I tend to float in on clouds that my head rarely comes out of, but I’m present enough to see the beauty that sometimes is lost.

I love a Christian jubilee just as much as I love attending a Pagan worship circle. I love sitting in a Quaker meeting just as much as I love listening to Atheist radio programs.  I think we don’t dip our toes in enough waters… but I rarely wait for the sharks to come nibbling.. before I’m off to the next adventure.

I pause long enough to let things sink in, but tend to do that on my terms.  I’m quick to play Devil’s advocate, even if I agree, just so that we can take it a little deeper.  We don’t question life enough, and life is about living the experience rather than hearing about it.

I have 10 books that I’m reading at any given moment, only to abandon all of those to listen to a great new harmonic frequency that will take me into the beyond that is just beyond the beyond…

My life is far from structured, but is free to fly in the moment of whatever God herself whispers in my ear.  She is like a kid painting my life a lot outside the lines and I’m okay with that.

Let go, and don’t worry so much.. let the shiny things distract you.  Read a thousand books that you’ll never finish.  Start a yoga class and finish it doing Pilates.

 

 

Ha, as I’m writing this.. I forgot where I was going, but its okay.. because we all made it here… to this moment.. together… right now…

and that..

is all…

that matters..

🙂

Mahayogi Das

www.michaelbrazell.com

www.blogtalkradio.com/michaelbrazell

 

Poem 1 4/06/10

I am happy to be alive.

I am happy that tomorrow I have another day to appreciate the greatness in even the smallest things.  The world brings us gifts wrapped in dandelions preparing to set sail, blow me a kiss and send me flying forward to carry your dreams to reality, kiss me softly like God’s gentle hand brushing away every tear I’ve cried for dreams not realized, but I finally realizing that the horizon is my own limitation, flatlining my own dreams not seeing the miracle that are birthed every time I open my eyes, every time I see a single blade of grass, kissing the sun through a concrete nightmare, I see my own small self reaching up towards the sun, showering in the rays of my own glorious light, shine bright…. light the sky with your life, what are you waiting for..

By soulinteraction Posted in poetry