When I walk the mountainside,
I see grand protruding rocks.
Inside me these images hide,
It is only within these locks.
I cannot see flowers in daylight hours.
I cannot see your face in real space.
Images only exist for us in us,
Disconnected from what we see.
Thus when dreams we discuss,
What really are they to me?
I do see you in dreams as a clue.
What I see in dreams is a key to me.
It is the only place I really see.
And be.
Talking hippie manifestation,
The spider web creation,
That humble prayer intention.
Your eyes are look, look, looking,
While your brain is cook, cook, cooking,
And your consciousness finds its footing.
Think the world is rotten to the core,
You will see things that make you sure,
And nothing left on Earth will be pure.
Think you are not deserving of love,
That idea will, surely, fit like a glove,
And every person will give you the shove.
Think that you are of no good value,
Your mind will create every clue,
And it won’t matter what you can do.
But think that it is all a chance for joy,
The mind has new devices to employ,
Then the enemy becomes your bellboy.
But think that you are part of the greats,
New things will come out of doors on plates,
Then you will see the opening of the pearly gates.
But think that life is something worth living,
That the universe is doing a lot of giving,
Then you have entered your own forgiving.
Everyone gets what they truly seek,
Even if what they seek is dark and bleak,
But what if it could be a wondrous peak?
Everyone gets what they truly seek…
Envision your life however you wish
Though it was probably imprinted on you
By a little boy or girl with curiosity
Oh so very long ago
Pull from any story on the shelf
Be it with dragons and princesses
Jedi and sith
Elves and orcs
Atreides and Harkonnen
Angels and demons
Gods of all levels
Indian cosmology
Play pretend and take it seriously
As you have a very real imaginary friend
Or perhaps you have many
They are so very true in that they affect
Cannot be seen or heard or touched
But they are surely making their marks
If you respect the stories you are living
A story with challenges, doorways, and surprises
Then you may come to understand
The grand power of your imagination
“What are you doing?” God asked.
“Raising hell!” The Devil responded.
“But why?” God asked.
“Why? That is what I want to know! Look at what there is out there! Why shouldn’t I raise hell? How could we not all raise hell?” The Devil cried.
God frowned.
“Why is it that it rains?” The Devil asked.
“I am what I am.”
“Yes, but why? If I were you, I would make sure it never rains. And one more thing! Why is it that people waste so much time? Why are they just so damn stupid? Why don’t they all just do what they are supposed to?”
“I am what I am.”
“Right, right, but that doesn’t really answer the question, does it? And, actually, another thing! How could you make it that men are so unfair? Why have you made a world in which there is war? Why have you made creatures capable of such things?”
“I am what I am.”
“A unhelpful answer as always! And to think of it, what about death? You are telling me that you created a world in which people build intricate lives just for it all to go away? What about the love those people form? Is that meaningless to you? Wait. Let me guess… You are what you are?”
“You got it. I am what I am.”
“And what about those born with disabilities? What about those born in terrible conditions? Are they all excluded from your little love parade? Why? Why must any of that happen?”
“I am what I am.”
“And what about me? Why have you made me this way? Why am I cursed to this fate? You could have made me any way! You chose for me to be this way!”
“I am what I am.”
“Is that so?”
“It is so.”
The Devil began to leave.
“What are you doing?” God asked.
“Raising hell!” The Devil responded.
“But why?” God asked.
“I am what I am.”
God smiled.