Thru Vision

Thru Vision

As we gaze into the distance
what do we see thru?
the air and the mist
and the sky that is blue

past meadows and mountains
forests, cities, seeing thru
past deserts, past water
and then what do we do?

Have we noted, appreciated
all that is there?
or have we seen thru it
with barely a care?

Now inward, gazing inward
into the expanse that exists
what do we see there
thru the mystical mysts?

Thru the pathways of meditation
of breathing and sleep
we enter the emptiness
where the oceans are deep

A place out of time
and certainly no form
yet here thru travel or imagination
new perspectives are born

sometimes a vision
sometimes a voice
sometimes a whole drama
sometimes a choice

Often deep awareness
and a gem to bring back
a vision from the future
thru vision intact

“Thru vision” that’s here
where lifetimes exist
we can understand all’s connected
appreciating diversity that persists

“Thru vision” that’s there
in the infinite realms
is a place to visit often
for we know there what dwells

It’s the art of creation
from a thought form that gels
the way of manifestation
and a future that foretells


gagi      01/16/14

Pass It On

Pass It On

never before has there been this time
of the “copy no one” and the make sure to rhyme
carry the truedence to all to hear
elixirs to treat their worry and fear

expand into the inner realms
navigate past the overwhelms
explore, define and seek out our truth
become the love that holds the proof

cherish the journey with others combined
know its the future that’s being refined
into the absence, the vacant place
beginning to seed and grow from our space

entanglement pulls and draws together
angels of a feather are flocking together
the matrix expands and flattens again
creation’s movement will determine when

the visions that exist
and the prayers that persist
tip the scales and the sands of time
from decline to supine to the next incline
all aspects of expressing the sacred divine


gagi      01/13/14

Transformation

Transformation

At what point does the butterfly recognize what she has become?
She had been a caterpillar for so long and then she had rested.
Now, aware that she is being awakened, the butterfly starts to move.
Movement stirs her senses, senses of self and of where she is.
New senses, new form.
A butterfly reborn.

At what point does the butterfly find out she can fly?
Does she fall from her perch and discover she can glide?
Or does she purposely step out and then try her new wings?
How does the butterfly experience her new freedom?
Her ability to travel and see a larger view?

At what point does the butterfly understand her transformation?
Does she ever become aware of her life’s purpose?
Is she ever aware of her own beauty?
Does she have a sense of her identity?
Or is she simply part of the One, the All That Is, the observer?

Does the butterfly with her new form see the world as the same?
Or does she see the world around her as new too?
Is the world new because of her transformation?

Is the butterfly aware of the many cycles that are spinning?
Does she have a sense of where she is in the great cosmos?
Beyond space and time?

And of her own expansion and transformation?
Is it simply a metaphor for what is happening on a greater scale?
Let us simply observe her, that we may see.


gagi      01/11/14