About the Poetry

All of the poems in this blog are spirit-inspired. Every word came to me each day for a full year while in deep meditation. I simply wrote what I heard onto a pad of paper in my lap with eyes closed – meaningful, multi-stanza verses in mere minutes. I was unaware of each poem’s theme until I transcribed it later word for word. Each day brought new and wondrous discoveries about the world beyond our five physical senses, incredible wisdom, and messages of hope which I share with you in this blog. The last poems received are displayed below on this page, but the entire collection of 365+ poems are archived here in the left-hand column. You can search by topic or keyword using the search box in the upper left corner. May you find among them just the right message which speaks to your heart.



Saturday, October 3, 2009

Poem #83 - What is Real?

The tolling of the bell
And all is well
As little heads do lie and sleep.
Yet there alone
One does weep.

Oh, why, little one
Do you cry?
Let me wipe the tear from your eye.
Bad dreams it seems
Have cast a shadow.

Fear not
Your dreams aren’t real.
Yet so they feel.
All the world is like a play
What’s real or not
So hard to say.

Actors on a stage
You rant and rage
Play acting
Your soul
Does act out a role.

One day happy; another sad
The hero, or the villain quite bad.
Trying every costume …
How does it fit?
Too big; too small;
No, this is it!

One big experiment, this life.
A play? A dream?
A silent whisper
A rending scream.

Create and mold with thoughts and hand
A lump of clay
Who can say what shape
It will take?

Only you.
The star.
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  1. Lois AnneOctober 4, 2009 at 3:23 PM

    A reminder today that we are co-creators of our experiences in this lifetime. We move the "lump of clay" with our thoughts and actions.

    Great images of both dreams and the theatre. I love the ending with us as the "star" of the entire production.

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