I walk into the bathroom to find the grape scented newspaper has an article with too many run - on sentences.
I open the door the refrigerator to find a random receipt on the top shelf.
If I cannot find a channel that refuses to stop mentioning the economic development of a manufacturing plant in Cancun I might as well go back to the grape - scented newspaper.
Today, I tried talking to my cat as he strangled my parakeet and I silently rooted for the bird to live.
I wake up to a bed drenched in my sweat, and I believe it may have been in part due to being excited at the prospect that this was reality.
A familiar feeling has faded into me,
I close my eyes and peer through eternity,
Awakened and convinced that in my last life,
You stood next to me as my wife.
These ties that bind us, these invisible strings,
They've kept us connected through many a thing.
If you are mine now as I was yours then,
I thank you for every minute that you chose to spend,
In my company, beside me
holding my hand,
As we walk together, exploring this strange land.
My moonlight over still waters,
Silent whispers on soft lips,
I will never falter,
To rest these hands on those hips,
My breath on your neck,
And I groan with greed,
The past but a speck,
As I fulfil my need.
Hoping beyond hope that these ties that bind,
Will ferry us always into our next timeline..
Inhalation,
exhalation...
When the pattern stops,
a person drops,
and their life is done.
If they get another one,
that's reincarnation.
359.
My Fear of Reincarnation
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the body of a plant or tree
Where I cannot talk, smell, think, feel, hear & see
Like Narcissus who could no longer express his praise for own beauty!
To the body of a beast or animal
Where I cannot reason out and worship the Eternal
Like Kingkong whose belief & faith just gains distrust & disapproval!
-03/15/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
I was a young mother
had just put the baby to bed
laid down on a couch exhausted
my eyes closed
I regressed to another lifetime. I was dressed like a flapper
maybe the 1930’s, I knew I was in Chicago
I was running in heels, my feet hurt
if the car chasing me caught me I was dead
Someone yelled and jumped out of the car
I turned down an alley without an opening
They caught me and threw me down
I felt the knife cut my throat
and the blood drip
Tofu woke up feeling strange.
He felt like riding on the range.
He thought he heard somebody say,
"Come little dogie. Yippee I oh, ki-ay" "
and he believed without hesitation,
in the tenet of reincarnation.
Spent my whole life learning how to survive,
Yet never quite learn how to live;
The mountains, the rivers, the wildflowers wait,
With a beauty I fail to receive.
Too short to live, too long to die;
Quite easy to be hurt, too hard to cry.
I can easily surpass violent storms,
Yet fail to fit into these social norms.
I beg of you, set me free, unbind my soul,
Let me write, roam, and sing without a role;
I do not wish to merely spend my days,
Not live a life confined to borrowed ways.
And when I die,
Please don’t cremate me;
Rather bury me in the meadows,
And sow a sunflower seed above me.
And if religion denies it,
Then burn me into ashes;
But please don’t cast me away
Into the vast sea of vain.
Plant me in those same meadows,
So I may return…
As a wildflower once again.
“As long as Autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see” ~ Vincent Van Gogh
Summer's end
fall harvest in store
ripened gourds
rising hopes
and who’s this to cheer my day?
a friendly scarecrow
Final Days
Autumn’s sad demise
withered vines
chilly air
you look threadbare, far away,
my tired, straw-filled friend
Deep Winter
a blanket of snow
covers all
I once knew
where are you? oh my, you have
become a snowman
Swift winds,
Soft morning dew.
Smells surround me,
Sudden thoughts of you.
You left so soon,
I did not know what to do.
I close my eyes,
Bitter days gone by.
In your time, did you think of me?
Did you wonder where I could be?
One day comes,
Another day leaves.
You did not cherish all that was good,
You did not love me the way you should.
You passed from this life,
No more longing, no more strife.
Bough breaks, flowers toil.
Feet planted firm, planted firm in the soil.
Seconds-minutes-hours lent
Days-months-years all went
Decades-centuries-millennia spent
Incarnations. time measure
Lives lived, cosmic treasure
In the ledger of life, a child is born
Within trials and tribulations, hearts are worn
Notions evolve into love and scorn
Lessons temper mind
Stay true, good and kind
Through spiritual compassion we evolve deep inside
From positive and negative all can abide
A thread of hope to turn the tide
Undo knots that bind
Calm stems moral decline
Rational thought can change one’s fate
Those who love and those who hate
Just a smile the light awaits
Rid the mind of fear
Harmony or strife is near
Humanity’s fate is a collective goal
Good or evil one plays the role
Karma or virtue is worn on each soul
Heaven's blessing of return
One’s soul does yearn
Another chapter in the rhythm of life
All will be renewed by the Creator’s love
I'm an is-be
I have witnessed the creation
I'm an is-be
I'm a piece of divine consciousness
living a lie in this mental universe
where even spacetime is illusory
As human, as pleiadian
As male or female
Incarnating a fleeting character
till its death where i pass to another
believing each of those characters is me
while they are roles fictional, ephemeral
which i play like a kind of amnesic actor
I'm an is-be
I come from base reality
the truth most fundamental
away from this virtual world
this dream that we call cosmos
I'm an is-be
In essense supernatural
pure conscious existence
My body will disintegrate
My soul is eternal.
A hush — as if the Atmosphere
Forgot its mortal Name —
And I — slipped out my finite Frame
As Dawn forsakes its Flame —
No Pulse — but some tremendous Calm
Enrobed the trembling Air —
And I beheld my “Being” — stand
Apart — yet everywhere —
The Earth — a dwindling lantern —
My Thoughts — unmoored — afloat —
They touched an unseen Architecture
The Soul keeps in its Throat —
A Corridor of Quiet — rose —
Unmapped by Flesh or Fear —
And something — tender — beckoned me —
As if it longed me near —
But then — a tether — delicate —
Drew me to Breath again —
And stitched my Spirit to its Clay
With one familiar Pain —
I carried back the Certainty
No Scholar can confine —
That Life is but the Narrow Door
To Rooms of the Divine --
A seed of light drifts into flesh,
Drawn by causes, spun by winds unseen.
Form is the vessel, frail yet vast,
A raft upon the endless stream.
Desire is the loom that weaves the veil,
Memory whispers of lives before.
The wheel turns, never resting,
Bearing me where I have been before.
Eyes open to the sorrow of birth,
Yet also to the fragrance of rain.
To breathe is to suffer,
But also to touch the morning sun.
Incarnation is not a prison,
It is the teaching written in flesh.
Each wound and wonder a sutra,
Each tear and smile a verse.
To awaken is to step beyond the wheel.
Life is eternal
Destination unknown
Comes into physical form
Is dormant
Becomes active
Interacts with all of creation
Has an impact on evolution
Leaves physical form
Life is eternal
Destinations unknown
A possible reincarnation
Comes into physical form
Etc …
And if there’s nothing left to come back to ...
shall we wander the aimless wasteland
as ghosts
along with the other extinctic creatures.
A barren planet of our making:
literally, Hell on Earth.
So, let us pray the Lord’s prayer
for a little intervention.
A little “on Earth as it is in Heaven.”
would be nice.
It’s been a while.
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