I suppose what I've worshipped all along
is the Soul of All Things:
the miraculous in everything
the beauty that shines out
from the heart of God.
I was lucky enough to see it shining
with limpid beauty in one person
but now I realize
that this is the near intimation
of the Kingdom within and without.
I even have some small realization
that it is my own soul and self;
what I, what we all, are made from.
Keep your eyes peeled and your mind open
for that's the only way to catch sight of it
in yourself and in the world.
You have to be a hunter and gatherer of beauty
in the primitive reality of things.
Christopher M. Swan 2011
Everything I see,
Built by the same Atoms as me.
All vibrating differently,
Knowing exactly where to be.
Density shows the Identity,
Performing for its entity.
Even playing the enemy,
Atoms run the Academy.
The school of physicality,
Duality the hardest course.
Learning to balance the force,
Getting back on the horse.
You are Source energy,
Atoms and electricity.
Forming your entity,
It's Alchemical mastery.
A magnet in theory,
Appearing to be real.
Atoms that can feel,
Creating their own field.
A power you can wield,
Keep your eyes peeled,
As truth is revealed.
Everything I see,
Built by the same Atoms as me.
All vibrating differently,
Knowing exactly where to be.
Density shows the Identity,
Performing for its entity.
Even playing the enemy,
Atoms run the Academy.
The school of physicality,
Duality the hardest course.
Learning to balance the force,
Getting back on the horse.
You are Source energy,
Atoms and electricity.
Forming your entity,
It's Alchemical mastery.
A magnet in theory,
Appearing to be real.
Atoms that can feel,
Creating their own field.
A power you can wield,
Keep your eyes peeled,
As truth is revealed.
If you enter through
The rusty back gate
Messily labeled 105 and
Walk thirty steps to your right,
You will come across
A beaten path
Overgrown with forgotten weeds
And the remnant leaves of autumn.
But twenty steps into the forest,
A maple tree stands alone amongst thorny bushes.
And if you stray here from the path
Fifty-eight steps through the branches,
Listen closely.
For you can hear the hinges
Of a small wooden door
Leading to the home of an elf
Where she returns from her gathering,
Bakes acorn-pie,
And uses buttons to set the table.
If you stay silent
Little pixies
With insect-like wings–
Some with the wings of a bee
Or wings of the teal dragonfly–
Flutter between leaves,
Collecting soft foliage
To sew clothing
In their homes within the trees.
Keep your eyes peeled,
And you may see a gnome
Walking up a hill in the distance
Peeking under logs and bushes
Searching for his squirrel companion.
Then you blink,
And they are gone.
In this mystical game of life, I see magic
all around
If you listen, you'll hear the essence but it
won't make a single sound
You must keep your eyes peeled for its subtle
with quiet ways
Once you see it it'll never leave you staying as
a companion till the end of days
Some frown when they see the truth unaware
that they've been blessed
They're being schooled on the path of purpose
so of course, there are many tests
I digress for I'm ahead born to assist a world
of growing bodies
I scribble from a place of love without a care
though it seems like a simple hobby
You can find me in my own world & I'll share
what I have seen
This world is holographic in a sense a living
waking dream
I think I'll open a tragedy club
where people can come to weep
I'll tell the saddest stories around
admission will be cheap
I'll call the venue Tragic Relief
where heartache is the norm
and "open mike night" amateurs
can mournfully perform
To be a standup tragedian
has been a lifelong dream
No longer caring to cry alone
I might even form a team
We'll bill ourselves as "Wailing & Tears"
and tour throughout the land
We'll have them bawling in the aisles
til they can hardly stand
They'll cry a mighty river
at our films from year to year
We'll throw in fresh cut onions
just to wring out every tear
Appearing at my club some time
to do a special show
the hottest new tragedians
will tell their tales of woe
No matter if your background is
from denim or fine silk
we'll gather round and cry all over
puddles of spilled milk
So take a break and come on down
and turn your joy to grief
Just keep your eyes peeled for the sign
that says Tragic Relief
A quarter white and bright against blue charcoal skies,
Not a cloud, cirrus or otherwise to cover you.
Do I see your “man” curling on his back?
The little dog pulls on a web night leash,
You are half, behind drifting shadow mists,
Does your “man” carry a sack?
Disappointment reins as night clouds gain,
Gain the sky for their own, yet perhaps
Your “man” is covered with a blanket of foam.
You burst your fullness, say “Here am I?
Keep your eyes peeled to the sky,
I know you, I’ll guide you “man in the” home.
Yes, my man carries a sack full of lucky stars.
The creeper of the night takes flight,
Into the deep shadows of the dark Enchanted Forest.
Keep your eyes peeled,
Your ears open for the questioning language of the creatures.
Beware of the Enchanted Forest.
As it gets closer to it’s destination,
it slows few feet above the ground.
Once it entered the magical place, it transformed.
Tall, dark, and husky.
There stood a black bear, then it just wandered off like nothing happened.
The talk of the town, this guy that drinks blue water
Keep your eyes peeled, take care of your daughters
He means no harm
Filled with love and charm
This old dude, just wants to share his old squawker
A Dog And A Cat
A dog and a cat
ran away from their home
The cat wasn't bothered
The dog brought his bone
They went cross country
avoiding the lane
Reached Carlow town
and took the next train
Then brazen as you like
Booked a small room
He signed the register
Kitty-cat and her groom
Later they grew hungry
went out for a treat
Returned after dark
slept in their suite
The owner grew wary
it didn't seem right
That divergent species
sleep together that night
The case was last Tuesday
doggy looked ruff
The judge wasn't happy
she called him a pup
The following day
the dog sat on his rug
Sighed long and loud
felt a proper mug
The cat lay beside him
dreamt of fresh cream
Swore on her nine lives
she'd ignore his mad schemes
So there you are folks
when it comes to speciation
Keep your eyes peeled
when next at the station
LOOK!!!
It's a bird, it's a plane
I can only help but stare
I can barely even see it
must be angels in the air,
With there white winged tips
and flashes of solid gold
from this sight it is beautiful
Better than any stories been told
But All of these Angels
that are in the sky
are far too fast
to the naked eye
To see one up close
you have to die
if that's the case
I'll stay alive
But to touch an angel
is far more different
all you have to do
is find the right person
and reach out
and grab there hand
and when your feeling down
They'll help you stand
but you have to believe
and have a little faith
Thats the day
you begin to feel great
about your life
and being alive
Just keep your eyes peeled
for that angel in the sky
Dear Family:
Just a note to let you know
as I was sitting on the can
I accidently
by drunkin forces beyond my control
broke a glass
in or about where you may stand
Now in my defense
I tried to sweep up
Dammit, I did the best that I can!
But
Be hyper alert
please keep your eyes peeled
for little, teensy pieces of glass
Cuz, if and when I wake up
I know I'll feel bad
If you have glass in your ass
Love, Kim
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