Dream's Mysterium

Category: poem

  • Every Tear

    Every tear, Is gratitude nowThat I know nothing is lost. And Everything is truly within me right now At the absolute lowest of costs.Can’t boss me around, ‘Cause I know I’m the Boss.

  • Stop Seeking and Learn to RELAX

    Once you stop seeking, it will manifest. What You seekHas already found you.It’s with You this moment. Don’t let it confound you.You’re the Creator. The World is in You. Once You figure that out,You tell IT what to do!

  • Sophia is Dreaming Saṃsāra Again

    Someone’s shaking Sophia. Better stop them quick. We can’t afford for her to awaken. We need this dream to stick. For how can we grow Without this realm? It happens rather slowly. And existence is all about growth, don’t you know? And everything in it is holy.

  • The Spirit of the Forest

    The Spirit of the ForestIs real, can you not hear?If you listen very closelyThe truth is crystal clear.The forest, it is talkingEven to human ears.Don’t err in just assumingIt’s not for you to hear. I just realized that Pan is “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn” which was Syd Barrett-led Pink Floyd’s first album.

  • Free

    Why is it we think momentsWill always last forever?It doesn’t matter how we perceive them.Whether pain or pleasure.A moment is only a moment in time.It’s no guarantee of what the next one will be.You’ll eventually notice it really don’t matter How your body is feeling at all–Then you’re free.

  • You Aren’t THAT Unique. Stop.

    Have you ever heard a bird speak like a human?Not absurd.Or an elephant a motorcar?Cause I have.You have my word.Proof is on my SoundCloud,If you want more certain proof.I know we’re on the internet here.I’m not THAT aloof.

  • Enlightenment is Always Available

    Enlightenment is Always Available

    Enlightenment is always available.It’s always a moment awayYou simply cannot ‘ruin’ your life’.It doesn’t belong to you anyway.This is why suicide’s stupid.You’re giving up, for what?You’re just going to come right back here.And start over again from the jump.

  • “Main Character Syndrome”

    “Main Character Syndrome”

    Don’t listen if accused of“Main Character Syndrome.”You are the star of this show.All you see is for You,Whatever it is You do here,Don’t mistake it for home. You can never be lonelyWhen You are never alone. Whenever you find yourself stressed,Give your love to God.Let the rest be responsible for THEIR aspect,And their schadenfreude. The…

  • I Wrote a Poem

    I wrote a poem.It goes like this:The point of life is to exist.THAT’S the meaning.THAT’S the point,You’ll do what you’re here to do.AppointSomeone else to hold your worry,Guilt, regret and fear.The secret of life is those things aren’t realNo matter how cleverThe illusion appears.

  • The Moral of This Story Is

    Never surrender to a poem. I lost my marbles again today.I just found them again last week.It’s okay though, for a week at least,My mother and I speak. perhaps that needs a tweak…

  • Nothing Flawed

    Nothing Flawed

    How is that rock not conscious?

  • Not a Typical Haiku…

    But a topical one, perhaps.

  • The Love You Feel

    The Love You Feel

    You can’t even see me. Because this isn’t me. You can’t actually even see with eyes. Close them. You’ll agree. You see in dreams without them, don’t you? Perhaps that’s really real. And none of any of this matters Except the love you feel.

  • Feel How You Feel

    I feel really freaking terrible in the mornings and Chat GPT tells me it’s from cortisol spiked which worsen when you’re dealing with central sensitivity caused by antipsychotics when coming off of antipsychotics. Odd, but I know it usually gets better in about 2-3 hours. For 2-3 hours every morning as soon as I wake…

  • A Positive Thought for Thanksgiving

    Don’t ever waste a moment regrettingUnreciprocated Love.All Love is always reciprocated.Nothing is given to others at all.Every gift’s only to you.Blessing your neighbor is blessing your brother.All of our lives intertwine.It doesn’t matter who “owns” what.Nothing here’s yours And nothing is mine.