Moving forward,
Space so vast,
Time is accessible to the past,
After a lifetime has passed.
Lessons and memories last,
Casting an imprint to find,
As you travel the mind.
Energy was designed,
To be evolved, refined.
As the memories remind you,
A door opens to climb through.
A life brand new,
Just like you were used to.
Right where you left you,
From the Future to the past,
To get it right at last.
Contrast and duality,
Are the lessons I see.
Frustrated, getting angry,
I won't let it get the best of me.
My entity is energy,
Traveling eternity,
The future is just possibility.
The NOW creating memories,
A point in time you can see,
When leaving physicality.
Re entering as a baby,
Refining your reality.
All day the world has waited
for me to come and rest here,
to welcome me into a picture
it has composed with people
walking their dogs along
the water's edge and the wide,
seaweed strewn beach bathed
in the soft light of a setting sun.
‘See what I have prepared’
it seems to say, drawing my eye
to the distant clouds, the water
wearing a golden glaze
and creased by a gentle breeze,
birds overhead, the sand scored
in a joyous language written
by children's scampering feet.
I sit and take it in,
feast on the exquisite detail
that is layered and worked into
every inch of the scene.
Memory gives it a name as light
fades and I leave, re-entering
the dark that is waiting for me
just beyond the frame.
Oh
Your whimsical
Words and whiles and ways
Are like Vaseline on a chapped baby's bum
Or camomile on sunburn skin
Conservative journeys traversing the vacuum
On the dark side of the moon
Only the true believers
Are destined to see
If Apollo goes to plan
And the shuttle lands
The future is in your hands
Fire up the marching band
And make a stand
For a return to mother earth
Re-entering in a blaze of firework glory
The countdown where Rockets left
Sound a crack of warrant thunder
No more under
The spell of magic
The whimsical reside
Man has been to the other side
And there is no going back
The heaven's are no longer black
Back to the motherland
Where the only thing to fear
Is conquering army's
That fund exploration
WHAT IS NEW
What’s new?
Nothing.!
Only the discovery
Of that which you didn’t know;
Cycles change the
Re-entering sprits
with strong wills,
Willing, to
Be less strong-willed.
And become more informed
Lack of knowledge
“coulda killed you”
Half-truths causes tragedies
That which was behind you,
Is now in front of you
Has hemmed you up at the exit
Didn’t bother to ask the
Passcode to the escape door
That which you didn’t know.
Has killed you with a smile.
Is it good to know just a little?
And stay powerless over the outcome?
Or will the truth really set you free?
Copyright © Vicki Acquah |
Three bells,
a call to quietness,
to sitting cross-legged
on the green cushion,
calming my monkey-mind.
Eyes open,
breath balanced,
taking in pain,
exhaling compassion.
Breathe in–out again,
aiming for no-thought.
I know I’m there
when the floor before me
begins to ripple
like still water
disturbed by a stone.
I am the water.
I am the water.
Three bells,
a call to awareness,
to re-entering the world.
Not A Care
by Rick Rucker
I remember I had not a care,
With tie-dyed shirts, and long, long hair.
I didn't really well fit in,
I was so dorky, it was a sin!
I am not a handsome guy,
But I hardly had to try.
Women knew that Love was free,
They even gave it up to me!
Oh, and she better have a car,
In the rain, my Harley wouldn't get us far.
I wasn't a biker either,
Just took, from a job, a breather!
Even I could afford gas,
For my iron horse that would transport my ass.
The situation got very grim,
When I felt my wallet, by then quite slim.
I had to leave that world behind,
Re-entering the Daily Grind.
This time around, it really worked,
Where, before it had irked
Me, not this time, it was great!
I even started to date!
I share with you my history,
To help clear up a mystery,
It may never be too late,
Have a little Faith in Fate!
If your child wants a Sabbatical,
Try not to get too fanatical!
These things seem to work out,
Just relax, put on your tie-dye, and chill out!
FINGER
Finishing your thoughts
Integrating your memories
Naming your feelings
Getting your goals met
Everything comes together
Re-entering the human race
Not knowing earthy being
How to handle open space
Air would it fly and vapor
Fortune carried in mishaps
Thought dreams surpass
First cry in birth
Bless re-entering in coincides
Claimed all innocence
Light in candle is the judge
Reyhan Yucebay