The Forest of Dreams in Consciousness

Photo Credit: Deviant Art

The Forest of Dreams in Consciousness 

In forest dreams and consciousness, 

the universe unfolds, 

along bright stairways of knowledge, 

where storied truths are told. 

Each level a grand finally, 

each step a secret place, 

the road to your awakening, 

awaits for your embrace. 

It begins with Psilocybin, 

mushrooms portal flowers, 

expanding soul and consciousness, 

mind that it empowers. 

Your awareness exponential, 

as mind becomes awake, 

in natures room a catalyst, 

to see that which is fake. 

Hooded beacons await you there, 

sentinels for each stride, 

so do not be afraid of them, 

they’re there to be your guide. 

Just follow your intuition, 

it’s what connects your soul, 

a part of forest essence, 

and that which makes you whole. 

Dig deep the dazzling wonders, 

where light unfolds for you, 

a universe of consciousness, 

with forests to go through.

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2nd Edit Oct 24, 2020

About this Poem: The poem, “The Forest of Dreams in Consciousness” was inspired by the Deviant Art Photo above that was found in a poetry contest on AP. It was first written in couplet form (rough draft) but I have now edited the poem to rhyming stanza form to smooth out the flow.

Terence McKenna clearly came to my mind when I saw the photo. I think he would have approved of this poem. He was a great explorer of human consciousness and the realms within that connect us to the universe. The poem is also a confirmation of my own experience with mushrooms when I was 19.

 Terence McKenna - The Mushrooms Said to Me...

Midnight Dreams

Photo Credit: Deviant Art 

Midnight Dreams 

The tree swing moved in silence, 

on graceful thrusts of air, 

and silver gown was swaying, 

on the vision sitting there. 

Late summers night was dreamy, 

full moon hidden by clouds, 

auroras on forest lake, 

reflecting satin shrouds. 

Healing air filled with lyric, 

in earthly poetic psalm, 

an atmosphere inviting, 

so tranquil, serene and calm. 

Umbral shades of forest black, 

greets solstice evening night, 

join in song with the vision, 

and dance their way to the light, 

Joyful meetings part the clouds, 

stars and universe aligned, 

illuminating essence, 

to weave this conscious mind. 

Glowing thoughts of radiance, 

before my eyes in sleep, 

a vision gift of midnight dreams, 

assurance for me to keep. 

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2nd Edit: 2020, Oct 11 

Our Little Miracle

Photo Credit: Deviant Art: http://baxiaart.deviantart.com/art/Abandoned-380571423

Our Little Miracle

Spring arrived early that year, in our little village of Rome,

as migration came much sooner, and livened up our home,

Life worked out a miracle, after the doctors we did phone,

and our family tree grew bigger, the couple no longer alone.

Just out back in our garden, where the family oak tree stood,

was a wicker basket carriage, with a white frilly hood.

There inside smiling, was our pride, and next generation,

our newborn baby girl, who would inherit our plantation.

My wife and I stood there, our arms around each other,

Smiling at our little one, who looked just like her mother.

If only dad were still with us, your mum, and father too,

We could take a family picture, while the flowers are in bloom.

The morning mist was lifting, as the birds were in full song,

they gathered in the trees above as more birds joined along.

Then landing on the carriage sides, two sparrows began to play,

their chirping brought more laughter, and chased the morning grey.

The clouds dissolved and parted, as the sun shone down its rays,

and there above the carriage, was a glow that seemed to stay.

Our little girl was looking up, something made her smile,

as if someone were standing there, talking to her a while.

I grabbed my little camera, took a picture of the beautiful sight,

I swear we saw three figures, winged, and filled with light.

And just as quick they vanished, as the clouds returned the shade,

But deep inside, my wife and I, knew who came that day.

Valleys

Valleys

The last days of summer, descend uneasy skies,

merging mountain and valley beyond in twilight.

Crimson nebulous shrouds give promise of return,

as warmth embraces my soul, and says goodbye.

Thoughts grace reflection as mirrors looking back,

engaging heartfelt moments and happier times.

All appears as yesterday, some moments forever,

these treasures locked away from long ago.

Faded smiles return, with longing thoughts of home,

travelling to scenes in old black and whites,

they play on my mind and nourish my soul.

Essence flickers recognition from guarded reaches,

filling a melancholy heart with happiness.

Cherished friends no longer here,

family come back to life,

now bathed in empathy and protected,

where time never ends,

We embrace our moments together once again.

Autumn has arrived, and in brilliant colour,

trees rain their creative souls upon the ground.

A mosaic of splendour and abundance,

freely given as an offering to the essence of nature.

Benediction and thanks for granting substance and life,

but leaving its soul exposed to harsh elements.

A dusting of thoughts engage brilliant seasons,

where conscious smiles forever shining, gaze.

We once painted infinity with laughter and song,

a montage of energy in the celebration of being,

heard and recorded by time and moments made,

to play here, in the valleys of radiant memory.

The sun now falls and sets on autumn skies,

winter arrives, cold with life’s sacrifice,

when tree’s nod off to sleep on seasons ending.

Natures guardians stand firm and strong to the elements,

defiant, proud and upright with deep roots to life,

they vow to reawaken with springs rebirth.

I nod my agreement with noble promise, well made,

and pledge my covenant of remembrance,

to those that hold my conscious spirit,

returning back to times before, I gladly affirm.

When the last sun goes down, in the winter’s eve of my life,

we will again meet, in those treasured moments,

to repaint valley skies with our spirit and essence,

together once again, we will be home.

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This Poem was inspired by a very moving composition by artist and composer John Sokoloff called “Valleys”

Direct Link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8ajKwbdNJM

John Sokoloff – Official Website

http://johnsokoloff.net/home.htm

John Sokoloff - YouTube

http://www.youtube.com/user/yulno

John Sokoloff  - World United Music

http://worldunitedmusic.blogspot.com/2010/06/john-sokoloff.html

Estuary of Life

Estuary of Life

Mist swells in perfect reflection on estuary's mirror,

held in place by the chill of the air.

Dawn peaks on the horizon,

its rays held back by rising fog.

Thrilled sounds of the geese are heard making ready,

as they offer their prayers to god above.

Echoes from the forest join their hymn,

as all make ready to greet a nebulous morning sky.

Excitement builds to hushed thunder,

by the beat of ten thousand wings,

in reply to the silence,

and a new song lifts into the air.

Hearts racing, beating faster in joy and jubilation,

they carry my spirit in tow,

raising me up with them in celebration of life,

a oneness with the universe,

and the river of life goes ever on.

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Music brings image and emotion together in ones mind and as I reflect on the brilliant piece of music by Dirk Maasson “The River” I’m reminded of the Estuary of Life and the magic nature holds.

Dirk Maassen - River

http://youtu.be/GY0Q-haYF7Y

Dirk Maassen – Official Website

http://www.maassen-music.com/

BUY MUSIC

Dirk Maassen - Bandcamp

https://dirkmaassen.bandcamp.com/

Vision of Beauty

Adolphe Étienne Piot (1850-1910), Femme dans un manteau (1871),

Oil on canvas, 40 x 52 cm. Via Sotheby’s.

Vision of Beauty

A vision of beauty imprisons me,

I'm overwhelmed by an empathic soul.

I must move in for a closer look,

this viewing that makes me whole.

And there my gaze unfurls,

at the painting on the wall.

Impressions of a lonely girl

Hooded with a shawl.

A smile content with ruby lips,

eyes serene and open.

With hands in clasp, thoughts do slip,

her heart no longer broken.

Compassionate feelings plain in view,

expressed by her caring thoughts.

Imprints on my mind a new,

no longer am I fraught.

Happiness abounds unfolding,

from eyes without despair.

A vision so bright and beholding,

this girl before me in prayer.

Portrait of Immortal Vision,

so misty eyed and clear of mind.

The artist captured your decision,

and the inner peace that you did find.

I must come back to have a look,

at the lonely girl on the wall,

Her tender smile fills my book,
when I visit the museum hall.

Be Forewarned and Aware

Be Forewarned and Aware

Days of dark insanity, brings the world calamity,

unleashed now are the demons of the Kell,

they destroy our faithful peace, while our freedoms end and cease,

and greedy violence turns the Earth to hell.

Attacking peaceful protests, police command the process,

our rights and freedoms vanquished under ground,

deceiving politicians, proclaim their false positions,

excused by hidden interests of the crown.

So many are distracted, held captive and impacted,

by TV robots schooling mind and thought,

media fans disruptions, they hide all the corruptions,

directing viewers to the melting pot.

Military ferocious, their malcontent atrocious,

belligerence unleashed across the world,

they invade the oil lands, drinking dry the desert sands,

and praise the violent crimes that they’ve unfurled.

Seek truth in your direction, wisdom for your reflection,

your common sense will serve you and not fail,

just question all the lies, pay attention to the ties,

be hopeful and determined, not for sale.

Trust your inner knowledge, it serves you as a college,

the choices are within and yours to make,

beware of masked illusions, their darkness and delusions,

the safety of your world will be at stake.

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By: The Activist Poet

Shoe Shocked

Shoe Shocked

Sun shining bright what a beautiful day,

such fine weather for a stroll by the bay.

I pick up my shoes and pick up my socks,

then gasp in horror, my eyes are in shock.

My right shoe tattered with holes on one side,

“to be seen in these? I still have my pride!”

I look to the rack at old runners there,

with heals lop sided, long rip and a tear.

Looking modest, I go shopping for shoes,

these dirty old runners will have to do.

arriving there to a frenzy and sale,

the showroom’s crowded, I cannot fail.

I’ll have to hurry and get to the racks,

before they’re all gone, they’re not charging the tax.

There’s so many shoes that I do not like,

the worst were the blues with pink and red stripes.

I found a pair but they’re not in my size,

smooth black loafers, cushioned soles n’ ties.

I searched all the racks from top to bottom,

where my size should be they haven’t got-em.

Looking down at my shoes, I’m not happy,

holes now bigger, my shoes look so crappy.

I swallowed my pride asked for assistance,

bowing head to vanity’s insistence.

The salesperson smiles and asks what I need,

I point to the rack where my shoes should be.

“I’m so sorry sir, we’re all out of stock,”

“Let me check in the back, check at the dock.”

But below stores counter are shoes in my size,

the sales clerk smiles, “You’ve got good eyes!”

I try one on, my elation discrete,

the shoe fits perfect, I feel so complete.

I pay for the shoes and make for the door,

thank the salesman and depart from the store.

Now arriving home content with my day,

I make my plans for a stroll by the bay.

I take out new loafers, gosh they look neat,

but the shoes that I bought, have two left feet.

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2nd Edit March 17, 2020

If I Had Wings

If I Had Wings

Standing in my expensive flat,

of moldy walls and empty vat,

the landlord’s rent I cannot pay,

when strangers knock, I hush away.

My breathing’s short and nose is froze,

while body’s numb from head to toes,

the power’s out, extension ends,

there’s no one left, that I call friends.

Packed up and left, some have died,

while their faces fade on the slide,

and families gone, if they were that,

I’m ostracized by autocrat.

Glancing out from my window pane,

see neighbors reeling under strain,

they’re gathered round a barrel fire,

with faces blank and looking dire.

The town decays as sorrows go,

all unemployed long time ago,

we share the strife the banks have brought,

the trades we knew are now untaught.

Yet fluttering wings catch my eyes,

as sullen thoughts divert to skies,

where starling murmurs grace the air,

in sync their flight without a care.

So lucky are the birds I see,

to and FRO they fly as they please,

as natures thrill, they chase the clouds,

above despondent saddened crowds.

Content and happy, birds do seem,

now huddled around chimney’s beam,

no taxes, rent or bills to pay,

they’re free to roam the Earth today.

Yet here inside my thoughts go blank,

the birds don’t seem to need a bank,

they can fly away and be free,

if only I had wings on me.

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About this Poem: “If I Had Wings” is about the realities of economic hardship that more and more people are experiencing today.

A Sage in Song and Silence

A Sage in Song and Silence

The summer skies were doleful,

on morning walk today,

the breeze was brisk and biting,

with clouds all made of clay.

Not all was sad and gloomy,

as rays of light crept through,

its warmth gave me some comfort,

against the greyish hue.

I walk to bring reflection,

convention fills my needs,

that ponders life’s connection,

its nature and its deeds.

Glancing up across the green,

old tree was in my sight,

its presence like a beacon,

that called me to its light.

Drawn towards this ancient sage,

I quickened pace with cane,

made my way to wooden bench,

across the grassy plane.

Closing in on sanctum’s space,

melody touched my ears,

made me feel so young again,

it shed my growing years.

I searched the grounds in wonder,

to find this voice so fair.

its flow so captivating,

it danced upon the air.

And there she was under oak,

in arms a child she cuddled,

her soothing words so peaceful,

voice so very subtle.

Content for rest, I sat me down,

and listened to her sing,

in every note, every word,

enchantment she did bring.

“Come back to me little one,

come back to mother so”,

and then a coo would follow,

by her baby all a glow.

She paused for just a moment,

smiling back with her son,

such vision and such aura,

that touched them both as one.

But heavy sleep did follow,

as baby’s eyes soon closed,

mother continued singing,

as if slumber was opposed.

The tree that they were under,

seemed advanced for winters sleep,

with leaves so full of color,

and drained by something deep.

Autumn was not too distant,

as leaves began to fall,

disturbing apparition,

on ancient tree so tall.

Absorbed in graceful presence,

I saw she began to weep,

her eyes were red and swollen,

and baby fast asleep.

Breathing deep she drew the light,

from tree they were under,

as more leaves fell upon them,

I stared at her in wonder.

Newly soothing smile appeared,

that ceased the woman’s tears,

baby’s laugh emerged so bright,

appeasing mother’s fears.

And then I felt the shadow,

hovering above the tree,

a form so dark and crooked,

that reeked with malady.

Staring down with demon eyes,

its glance as cold as steel,

darkness cloaked on raven wings,

that came for souls to steal.

Shadows drank up all the light,

a chill before the storm,

sent a spike down through the tree,

its bark no longer warm.

The baby’s smile disappeared,

as demon’s eyes inflamed,

mother battled all her strength,

to save the soul it claimed.

Singing broke the shadow’s spell,

her whispers like a sage,

the demons howl grew louder,

its hearth now full of rage.

I moved myself between them,

and cursed the shadows gall,

daring beast to strike me down,

I pledged that it would fall.

I called upon the might within,

for power and connection,

to shield them both from darkness,

providing them protection.

I raised my cane to the air,

with crystal it concealed,

waves of light emerged from it,

extending like a shield.

The demon turned towards me,

its glare did pierce my heart,

and then the beast descended,

to rip my soul apart.

Light met shadow, rift appeared,

the crash unleashed a storm,

a thundering existence,

that swallowed shadows form.

Just as quick, the sun then shone,

the air was warm and still,

and sagely oak that clung to life,

the tree no longer ill.

I moved towards the woman,

her strength and face were bare,

but underneath the blanket, 

a waiting smile was there.

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Edited: Apr 23rd, 2021