Long Philosophydream Poems
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Friend, before life moves us to the parting ways
Let wisdom tell from rend of heart its lessons old
That you may take your journey springing praise
And mend with gladness dream and mirrored fold
One road invites the universe of man to dawn
The place we left in awe of sword and flash of fire
Stumbling from purpose and lapping dew for ire
Making the circle of return to the cradle of the fawn
It's two things the oracle challenges us to know
Where the road diverges into many different paths
What vision shapes the skill that need will show
To meet the tests that sever self from it thoughts
And lift the eagle to the pinnacle of brimming star
And say to soul you are worth more than you seem
In any dissection of the flesh or weighing of dream
The mantle is mask that pretends not who we are.
What if one branching path a wide lake must cross
What if another a snow-capped cliff must clamber o'er
And still the next has serpents slithering in the grass
And one stretch endless like miles of a sandy shore
Shall the swimmer charm the serpents, swim
The sands, and climb the mirror face of ice
Against a different purpose will his dream suffice
Or all mismatched paths not a meet a fate still grim?
O too many on the wrong path are embarked, too few
Their purpose know before the journey begins
The shipwreck on deserts straddle the sense as clue
Ignored ... self-blinded race, drowning in our sins
He who foreknew us predestined purpose too
Each tree is seeded after its kind, each man can
Achieve only what is set in the primordial plan
The broad way is littered with much too much to rue.
What use is choice unless some context tell the aim
For once and only once we choose the path to good
And joy, the river does not return, the sea is the same
Only at the rapids end. Not what I would, but what I should
Is all I need to know. It's not the prize but the race
We run is what we are destined for. Go now, friend
And wing the light and for mist of truth contend
The swift may run, but the wise the victory taste.
Belief in The Universal Entity
And was mankind created to dream for no reason
Locked in an awareness
Only physical
What we sense through this body
Is only an impression
Of the energy field
Created between each and every single atom
We touch reality
We know
We feel
This purpose of the divinity
Is to know
And touch
Itself
And was mankind created to dream for no reason
To desire and want
Faith it is said can make it so
Know it to be so
And it will be so
If all we would do is believe
So small we have become
So small
So small embroiled in our fear of death
So small
That we have forgotten life’s abundance
Creation did not create the lack
Of anything
Creation is after all everything
And in this all encompassing wealth of existence
We by the power of our awareness
Could do
Or have
Or be
Anything
If all we would do is believe
We touch reality
We know
We feel
This purpose of the divinity
Is to know
And touch
Itself
“Oh ye of little faith
I say unto you should you desire the mountain to move
It would move”
And was mankind created to dream for no reason
All the aspects of lack
Would vanish
The concord and promise of eternal love
And truth
Would give no other explanation
No need for greed
Or avarice
No need for struggle
Or gluttony
Or pain
They fall away as mere misjudgments
Of the undeniable truth
Of actuality
We were created in the image and likeness of God
And that which is divinity
Is the universal eternity
We are a single united
Entity
We are with, inside, we are God
You see there is no separation
Between us
No boundary of constraint
And was mankind created to dream for no reason
It is only because we have fallen
From the position
Of faith
No need for greed
Or avarice
No need for struggle
Or gluttony
Or pain
They fall away as mere misjudgments
Of the undeniable truth
Of actuality
We touch reality
We know
We feel
This purpose of the divinity
Is to know
And touch
Itself
There are three of you, and I wonder now
For which do I fight, for which is my row (ra-ow)
For the past, where I lived so happy so free
I craved only moment, I gave all present me
I let it all bleed out moment at that time
I belayed all future, gave in to temp'ry mime
For present which really is my past
That soft dream I cradle fast
That friend I hold dearly rapt
Might not be my future, so precious wrapt
In my present see I future, perfect
Beautiful dream now here, flawless, democrat, elect
You here now are all for which I wish
Yet I cannot collapse, savor perfect dish
I dream of past, which was not sweet, sanguine
I live in present, easy, sublime
I hold out arms for future, believed, aligned
M which now passed, Mila gone into forever
R here in present, promising new life's lever
A for years fake future, sweet promise, alone never-never
You all call to me and I swivel my gaze
I know not which now I adhere to, my palais*
*palais - pronounced pa-laze, french, palace
A firestorm of fleeing grace,
A holy aria from its base,
Its mem'ry will not be erased
From you.
The shifting shards of fate and chance,
The phosphorescent great expanse,
It all together seems to dance
For you.
A dream that stood a hundred years,
That, when it died appeared in tears,
And exiled all your joys and fears
Through you.
And when the dawn shrivels, subsides,
The queen of grievance stays your bride,
Though crying, all the dreaming tides,
They flew.
Augment your misery with gloom,
Let loneliness become your tomb,
Instead of watching flowers bloom
In you.
Now if you think you can and care,
That you will swear, that you will dare,
Then dream and it will take you there,
The mew.
You shall not ever justify,
The reasons we would all deny,
That in your life you'll never fly
It's true.
But love it smiles and beckons you
To strive and smile and linger too,
To bid the shame that flows through you
Adieu.
Who knew
That life could be so...
Sky blue!
I am in a dream of its own making
as plaintive notes fall about me
resonating to an unknown ether.
A vapor engulfs me
and I’m in the womb of Time.
Light flashes all about me
only to break in pieces;
beneath my weak purchase
the spent particles of distance.
I lurch forward toward an opening,
but only see space that gently touches.
I probe to feel its texture,
as distant sound echoes from within ,
“touch me, touch me, touch me…”.
I am its child and I pray a grateful
prayer to this dream that creates me,
this endless thought that fills itself
and pours outward in unseen color;
a dream softly speaking to itself.
I am of this dream
and I am and I am not.
This dream bends thinly about itself,
a dream within a dream
that ebbs quietly
and disappears.
Now I sleep quietly without time
with only the eternal echo,
“I am and I am not…”.
The Dream Repeats
Since I was a small child, the dream repeats,
Working, running, always trying to get
somewhere, do something, see someone.
The situation always different and yet
the theme always the same..FRUSTRATION!
And why, I asked my friendly therapist,
Am I always in such a frantic state?
Why can't I dream of birds or handsome men?
His reply carefully crafted and noncommittal...
Low self esteem, trying to find some..
or,
Trying to assuage some feelings of guilt...
or,
Some unresolved issue with my mother..
or,
......to much spicy food before bed...
~~~~~~ LOL.~~~~
Barbara Gorelick
The Dream of Self