If I had of never loved
Would I actually know
What it really is
To love and let go
Was the love sincere
Only God in heaven can understand
How I invested so much in someone
Who was only out to get all what he can
Was this my karma
Am I meant to be alone
Circumstances chirp at my very existence
Meanwhile I hang on to a demeanor that is strong
I cannot fight for yesterday
That is pushing tomorrow away
I can only surrender my visualization of love
And pray for a soulmate who will stay
Line of Inquiry: What is that awareness by which each body-mind feels alive and becomes aware?
If spiritual you desire to be,
behind your body’s eyes you need to see.
The Brow Chakra you can awaken.
Then light of the third eye you can take in.
Open your single eye with violet visualization,
entering between your eyebrow; use meditation -
breathing and chanting AUM while focused on the brow.
There are many people out there who can show you how.
Seek guidance in this practice and have gratitude,
along with mindfulness – the best attitude.
The pineal gland is the seat of your third eye.
Treat it well; don’t let it calcify.
Fluoride consumption will have a bad affect
if the seat of your third eye you wish to protect.
Deep is the consciousness you can achieve
if to worldliness you refuse to cleave.
"The future is an unimagined landscape"
Quote by: Thomas S. Monson
When you open a book
You open your mind
Just take a little look
& see what you can find
When you feel frustration
Look up to a constellation
Use a book for navigation
A pillar of information
Relies on your fascination
& proper evaluation
To be used as illumination
Can be words or illustration
When you have imagination
You can take a vacation
With some visualization
Your world has a transformation
cat on her shoulder,
flashy earrings tickling her ear
she put herself into a hypnotic trance
used remote viewing to focus on her subject
What were they thinking?
Why?
How accurate were they?
The cat purred, spurring her on.
She had always been empathetic.
This visualization took her to a whole new dimension.
The cat fell asleep, for they were both so relaxed.
All of the answers came easily after this.
Awesome imagination midst freedom delight
Blooms along my dream of divine light
Creatively ruled by wisdom’s insight
Directing me toward heavenly flight
Enthralled by fantasy venture flight
Featuring faith’s reverie of wondrous sight
Grandeur and perfection, devoid of whimsy blight
Hoisting up hope, defying hallucination plight
Inspired upon radiating illumination might
Jubilantly revealing reality of truth and right
Kindness of the King Almighty beaming day and night
Love* so great magnified yon visualization height.
*1 John 4:8 - He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
June 26, 2025
3rd place, "Fantasy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/26/2025
"A spoonful of fantasy is often the best medicine for reality." - CayCay
Life bounces my emotions around at its whimsy.
On many a day, a reverie is a savior to me.
Relief awaits inside the fondling of a good fantasy.
My imagination travels mind breezes easily
to unravel my dark in a visualization spree.
Sometimes I cannot force my face to even fake smile,
cannot elevate emotions above my bleak stockpile,
or take depression out of my character profile.
Escaping through my imagination's creative style
may lead to a dream worthy of keeping on speed dial.
There once lived a one eyed girl who had twenty twenty vision
she used her imagination each time she turned on the television
One peeper would sleep while the other one looked and looked
through a slit she did perceive each dream her mind had booked
Viewing the world from an angle of one hundred and fifty degrees
her reverie was safely tucked inside an eye of healthful protease
A whimsy girl that she was with a soul that always gave thanks
in a dress of Eiffel Towers, one eye saw the other drew blanks
Monocular hallucination, she'd often see things that weren't there
and when she saw something she liked she'd pluck it out of the air
Visualization of the highest order, fluid as the wild Pacific Ocean
creating pure fantasy with one eye open, as the other one slept.
A gentle care bear drifts on a cotton sky,
Where imagination fans its wings so high.
In soft dream, he cruises past starry streams,
Lost in sweet reverie, where wonder gleams.
With playful whimsy, clouds become his throne,
A castle where he laughs, all on his own.
Through misty halls of hallucination, bright,
His visualization , a magic in pale light.
The bear floats on, heart open and free,
A silent hug in that cloud-land fantasy—
Where every child can drift and see,
A world from words, alive in reverie.
I love the strange world of fantasy
where IMAGINATION is the star
and WHIMSY provides a canopy
as weird creatures fly in from afar
Dungeons, dragons, a Lady, a Lord
and sybils who DREAM all but tell less
VISUALIZATION colors words
purple, red, gold, darkness is the dress
Please don't say it's HALLUCINATION
MY REVERIE is true as the moon
I have known a few purple dragons
and I'm having lunch with two at noon
I fall into a deep sleep, and I Dream
of days gone by when you were in my life.
Together, so in love were a team
while in this Reverie became your wife.
This Visualization seems real
you stay with me and do not walk away.
My hearts on fire through this Whimsy feel
because I know you’ll love me every day.
But this Hallucination lets me down
my fantasy is gone when I awake.
No matter how I want that wedding gown
dreaming Imagination cannot make.
Although you’ll never be with me again
I realize my feeling must restrain.
Near a grove …just ahead of me
This dream of a figure stood,
With whimsy, ribbon-tinted wands
And gown of crimson hue--
She was the sweet reverie of
That gentle forest view:
Was imagination part of this?
But she had been there --
That maiden fey with a bronze crown
And garlands in her hair.
It can't be hallucination
'Feed your visualization'...Grandma said;
So, the child in me on springtime eve--
Knew that woodland fairies hide
Only from those who don't believe.
In silent drumbeats of depression
throbs a fractal life of no "visualization".
dandelions fluffing in howling winds
fight with Halloween "hallucinations".
behind the dusk of a sealed doorway lies
a vast empty space of no sun-showers...
I need a spaceship
to take me to a place I have never been
many lightyears away to another planet.
Where timeline untangles and "dream" floats
treading "whimsy" paths by moonlight.
Where crystalline castles of "imagination"
build chimeras over craterous depths.
Where a wandering soul can escape
into "reverie" flights of a wishful heart.
Where in pure beauty of the still night
dazzles a chest of rubies in onyx eyes.
Coding messages in long forgotten songs
through rows of roses, Will I get my Mozart?
In foams of a sea, only sorrow and suffering,
Will my status quo change to a happy ending?
I paint a whimsy in my mind,
A quiet place and pretty,
Where I can simply dream
Child-like without the nitty-gritty
Of the city's less then kind imagination.
In reverie, the gurus say, the mind
Will try visualization, the machinations
Of the Universe, or so it may seem,
But in truth it's just an aberration
Of Reality's unending hallucination!
In youth, loves kindles, ignites flames bold
While two hearts dance beneath a cloudless sky
With soft gentle hands, in a "whimsy" he did mold
Two young bodies close in his last good-bye
In my "imagination, I can feel
And "dream" in "reverie" of our lost youth
Now at times, I cry about the raw deal
The fervent winds of passion gone, in truth
In aged eyes though not in "hallucination"
A steady warmth still flows from each sweet soul
Not from youth's passion nor middle-age station
Lows have made our life's love completely whole
At times "visualization" brings back youth
When fantasy and "dream" sometimes hid truth
“I like the idea of taking off like a bird.” — Florence Welch
I am suddenly awakened from my dream by a loud sound
Not sure where I am, but I’m in a tree high above the ground
I feel light, airy and I am dressed in bright blue whimsy fluff
It may be my imagination, but my feet feel sharp and rough
I am enjoying this reverie as I sit perched up in the oak tree
My arms are now wings and I have a visualization of flying free
I feel delightfully happy as I start to croon, chirp and sing
It may be a hallucination, but I also feel my tail feathers swing
I decided to take a big risk and flap my wings to try to fly
To my delight and surprise, I am now happily soaring in the sky
It’s now three am as I’m suddenly awakened from my bed
And look at my clock as a blue feather falls from my head
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