Dreams are like Poetry
by jeRRy whaLLey

Dreams are like Poetry;

Some are wishes, some are fears,

While but a few are prophecy!

Some are tears, some are laughter,

While some are mere philosophy!

Some writers write to be mean and right,

Others to be liked, feel they belong;

Then there is the Shiva-Grace; a destroyer, a creator, a Diva of change! 

An urge of Nature in lyrical song!

A Poet is a way of being plain and simple, in tune with Nature. One who 'speaks' with the Heart. Where words are imbued with potential acting as agents of change. sHe is a Mystic making language a catalyst of creation, voicing a prayer with Heartfelt words, igniting Grace to action.

A Poet shows us the magical all that is where Beauty echoes through all things, like Natures laughter in a flower. A Mystic is in a communion with the 'Eternal Present' where no past ever compelled nor future beckoned! They teach that we are each a miracle, a song of Love, where sorrow and joy, laughter and tears, are lyrics and notes in an effulgent symphony of Life ...

We are 'meaning makers', and choose thus what is of value in our lives. We are 'Magicians' and can compel even 'creation' to move by our 'will'. But the 'Mystic' is plain and simple. Beauty and Truth are an organic 'Alchemical' treatise written on his 'Heart' with an 'elixir' of prayers reveling in Bliss, revealing the organic Nature of reality! The true 'Gold'.

In Q theories it's kinda like they fit ideas and speculations to mathematical algorithms like looking for a way through the senses for that which cannot be described by sense based metaphor -- like how do you describe the theory of something coming from nothing encapsulated in the Higgs/Boson? Magical Higgy dust... It is a sense based limitation that Mystics and Poets (same thing) have been trying to approach within the sense based limitations of language. Thus the need to see with kalisEyes (realEYEsed looks) and break up the forms and rituals of tunnel vision dualities implicit in language symbol and metaphor. The Higgs/Boson construct which they are trying to prove is the Scientific equivalent of that nothing that is the Mother of God even. The amorphousness of what is you and I at the level of Poetic expression comes close to this implicit realization -- a Poem becomes a Garden of Hearts where you and I are distinctions that no longer apply -- like Lovers wrestling as one under the Moon and under the Sun -- like that kiss -- to kiss the beloved with the same kiss the beloved kisses me and in that kiss is an eternity -- that convergence of Time and Space as Now and Here brought together: nowhere -- A Poem can be like that -- the Poet is an 11 dimensional channel painting a picture in words of the greater realities all around -- vauge is the way we bind ourselves to the rock of rigour sinking to a bottomless black infinity -- we are bent toward our own fetish of meaning to Master the reality of this miserable dreaming --

"All men make Gods of their desires" -- Virgil 

I'm digging the dirt metaphor for first principles of Linguistic creation: why is DIRT used as a metaphor for lowliness and lowliness as a derogatory assignation? Dirt is full of life and all manner of creatures inside that make up you and me. You are DIRTY they say scrunching their faces as if you smell of rot and doo doo and all things dirty are better off dead! I'm a heathen it was said, an assignation of dirt you see, all over me, I'm mud and clay and so much more, shall I be. All dirt is made from Mountains and Mountains are made from Fire and a Star exploded in ancient space for all this to transpire. So I am DIRT you know, so my writing does show! From dirt I come to Stars I shall return, but first through the lowly worm!

jeRRy.whaLLey aka AlchemiA