Poetry in Motion
Separation and collision
That bubble through space-time
Softly tickling the cosmos
Chemistry between people is the strangest science of all.
When couples sit near each other
Their heartbeats fall into sync
This is how the Universe falls in love with itself
Create an epic story of your existence; collide with life
The Universe wants to lounge around in bed
Having poetry read to it
And enjoying great sex
The Universe lounged
Basking in its own glory
Chemicals reacting throughout its body
It enjoyed the Samadhi.
Sparks appeared like fireflies, bringing the void to life
And creating a mandala of Divinity
Go to Hell, but keep moving when you get there
And you will come out the other side distilled
Take care with whose invitation you accept
There are different routes through the abyss.
Justice stands at the gates of Hell
Deciding who will enter into the fire;
An adventure of suffering,
A punishing route to the transformed self.
Balance knows it is incalculable
Too complicated for one person to hold.
A group sat around a fire
Telling the stories that help each other
Travel their inner journey,
Hell feels different
When you experience it this way.
I used to think that the Universe was a brain
Trying to work something out.
The more I thought about it,
The more it made sense.
Processing our daily experiences
On the cloud of our dreams.
Solving the puzzle of life
A series of neurons firing like 0s and 1s.
I was afraid that if I stopped thinking
It would shut down
Or at least this component would fail
But I did it anyway
More tired of a life in black and white
Than afraid of death
The brain let its last spark disappear down into the abyss.
It only took a moment for the flames to start ravaging my body
Burning away everything I had thought was true
That tiny spark
Had floated down to the cavern of my heart
And landed on a bonfire
That was laid thousands of years ago
The fire was uncontrollable
It had been withheld for so long
And it was hungry to reclaim what it knew belonged to her.
The eruption scared people, it didn’t compute.
They hadn’t realised yet
That there is no truth,
No puzzle that needs to be solved
Just starlings. And stars.
Dancing with an uncontrollable passion for life.
There is a Story in You
It can be helpful to let go of our stories
Once in a while
Not to foresake them
But to be able to come back to them
With a fresh pair of eyes
And understand that things aren’t always as they seem,
When we are caught up in the struggle of survival
If it wasn’t for the plotline,
All that life would be
Is a series of unrelated frames
Flashing in and out
No sense or meaning would be made of it
For anyone or anything
Stories are part of the fundamental structure
Of the Universe
And a story can only exist
If there is a challenge to overcome
A sorrow to experience
Or a great love to be felt
Cultivate the capacity
To keep turning the pages
Even when what you find is despair and pain
And you will find
That the joy in life does not come from arriving at a destination
But from reaching deep down inside yourself
And expressing whatever it is
That you find there.
There is a story inside you
That begs to be told