Creation’s Dreams

When going slow, one can pay more attention. 

To pay attention is to find different rhythms, 

So I love to go back to the dreaming 

Watching, floating. 

Sailing free in mind dimensions, 

Consciously a choice, 

It keeps calling  

In a random voice.

 

I feel the other time’s distractions 

Not to be in the universe lost,

Searching for relevance and meaning 

Out and in, power on, power off.

 

A lesson: There is no life without power. 

Life with too much can explode, 

Take all you need when used positively, 

Lights on, power on, in a balanced load.

Too much is bigger than me. 

Try touching too much

Will find you in a clutch,

But the right amount enables you to see.

 

Holding on to balance

In the chance of unification and inspiration,

Some can change who they be,

But not all.

Is success only in the small?

Isn’t it in the foundation?

Should I run or crawl

To waken in creation?

Back and forth

In the health of all,

Win and loose,

Big and small.

 

Bumping into time

With revelation’s dreams,

In the mystery of meaning’s stream.

Round and round.

  

Up and down,

Around and about, 

Coming and going,

In and out.

In the quest of knowing 

What?

Why?

In Life and death flowing.

Is it something for us,

Or is it something just for me?

How can we agree

In what we see?

In the meaning of eternity,

Is it all a universe of insanity?

Out and in, violent and kind,

Is it forward or behind?

Good, bad,

Happy and sad,

Isn’t it all only one reality,

Or is it of many capacities?

Creating yet another Cosmic mold,

So how can we see and hold

What is growing into existing’s trip,

Into meaning in a Cosmos without a grip?