Some Truths.

The stream surrounds you Heraclitus knew this

Om mani padme auhhm

They know this who sing this song

Freud and Jung explored what stops us realising we are one

Jung made friends with his shadow, and on acknowledging his dark giving over some of his light blocking the shadow from sight

He provided true form, for its from reality that shadows are born, and why they hide at night

Those who read of the tao, know this too

Thankyou for, the present, spirit, brother, Lau-Tzu

The god head spent a Hindu Kalpa, acting this caught up in drama
Caught up head in the well lost in pleasure, love, grief and anguish

All just illusions of Maya powerful but tricks, Buddha would assure ya

There's a split of thunder in the dark, a dancing amongst the atoms

the quantums are fizzing in the hadron collider

Keats knew this, I joined him and wondered upon the stars and was swallowed by the ocean in my mind, washed about a bit till I became more refined

The winds rolled me within them, the tides tossed me upon them round and about,

Fate and tricksters had their fun, playing tricks on me, they pulled my levers pushed my buttons and twiddled with my strings

But I found my way back to Siddhartha's peaceful Dreams

Under the branches, being still not disturbing the surface of the streams

Neruda in his silence and his questions, drunk of hafez’s potions

To stop and remove oneself, from agitation and confusion

You know they spoke of this, in riddles in olden times confucian

Big bang!!! sudden movement,  spinning apart, giant spark, and we are off space cowboys, intergalactic sharks, flaming arrows and darts…………………

---------Unruly spirits in high powered tech, dangerously uneducated upstarts

Tiny fizzing miracles exploding into reality like ---------- fireworks of possibility

Flowers bursting across the void ------- only to return to the dark soul of infinity

You and I , both,... are wrapped in this ocean of moment, with each breath we  connect to all that allows us to live, despite incredible improbability

Practise some patience, try to give what you can, the abundance you inevitably receive, will remind you of the need to let things go or you'll have so much you'll never be rid

The material possessions will stack up, and you shan’t be able to move or see where your mojo is hid

You are writing a story it's gripping, I'm on the edge of my seat

What will happen what could've been?

What shall be? shall not be? , possibly?

We only know if we concentrate on being rid of ourselves of distraction, to see what we're seeing and hearing the moment,

                                                   ……………………………..is
like reality ever fleeting

Do you see it in the golden hour? shining in the gold that settles upon the landscape?

In the twinkling of the stars? The rustling of the leaves?

The power is there, just lying dormant waiting for one to yield

The vision you gain, without the fog of doubt, and fear, opened by love feeled

Fairy tales are real , also magic it is too, it's just a case of truly believing

Giving in to kindness, being humble and the light the love will come,

if you are set to receiving

Don't give up you are getting closer follow the clues, tread the path, you are amazing it's close tantalising.

Dan Pover 2017