Blueness

Blueness, luminescent, trickling through my soul
Path of the smaller abyss I follow
Winding and grinding, deep into the sleeper
All a matter of breath control
I can be here; I can be there, everywhere
Remote perception, astral deception
A silent golden shore, ocean translucent
My place of remembrance being
Fire and flame, Michael meandering same
Archangel resplendent
Rising pure fire, pursuing spiritual desire
Into the circle of healing, respectfully kneeling
A timeless location, fiery Sun burning down
Standing stones circling motion
Harmonic spheres, midst peaks of crystalline tears
Naked – a Tiphareth child
Ticking time coils, Inner sacred energy boils
The savior serpent majestically rises
Kabalistic number, while most of you slumber
So what can be hidden in a name?
Serpentine Kundalini, how will you reveal me?
And then I feel it rise and rise
Apocalypse of John, speaks to no one - unless
You have eyes to see and ears to hear
Nothing is as it seems
All is one – all interconnected
The one that is the God
That the Church protected
Literal truth is lacking in tact
Deeper meanings meant in fact
Look inside not outside
With the eyes of a child
Seek and yea - ye shall find
That this Universe
Is truly all in your mind?

Distressed

You stare into space
Your face still beautiful
I follow your gaze
Knowing your thoughts
Are slowly churning
Searching for answers

I am distressed by my inability to help

I know the reason
But there is a distance
And it worries me
You have a way you know
To make me feel it’s me
But that’s my problem

I am distressed by my inability to help

I want to reach inside
Of you with healing hands
And flowing thoughts
I want to make you better
To see that flashing smile
And mischievous eyes

I am distressed by my inability to help
Unsure whether to let
You be or throw my arms
Around you whole
I feel so helpless
So I say silly things
And nonsense questions

I am distressed by my inability to help you
Despair wells up inside and anger too
And I just don’t know what to do
Except to wait and try to show my love for you

Drifting

Drifting
No anchor attached
Drifting
Sinking
Foundations of sand
Chained thoughts became prisons
Drifting
Going with the flow
Feel no center to my soul
I am detached and
Drifting
Floating
Terrified
Cause I no longer have the illusion
Of control
Exhausted
From the struggle
Emptied
Of energies
Drifting
Back home

Esoteric Meanderings

Blueness, luminescent, trickling through my soul
Path of the smaller abyss I follow
Winding and grinding, deep into the sleeper
All a matter of breath control
I can be here; I can be there, everywhere
Remote perception, astral deception
A silent golden shore, ocean translucent
My place of remembrance being
Fire and flame, Michael meandering same
Archangel resplendent
Rising pure fire, pursuing spiritual desire
Into the circle of healing, respectfully kneeling
A timeless location, fiery Sun burning down
Standing stones circling motion
Harmonic spheres, midst peaks of crystalline tears
Naked – a Tiphareth child
Ticking time coils, Inner sacred energy boils
The savior serpent majestically rises
Kabalistic number, while most of you slumber
So what can be hidden in a name?
Serpentine Kundalini, how will you reveal me?
And then I feel it rise and rise
Apocalypse of John, speaks to no one - unless
You have eyes to see and ears to hear
Nothing is as it seems
All is one – all interconnected
The one that is the God
That the Church protected
Literal truth is lacking in tact
Deeper meanings meant in fact
Look inside not outside
With the eyes of a child
Seek and yea - ye shall find
That this Universe
Is truly all in your mind?

(c) G. Michael Vasey, 2007

Reactions and Responses

I react
To the tone of our voice
To the words that you choose
To the look on your face
And, of course, to bad news
I respond
To your loving embrace
To the gift of love you bring
To the smile on your lips
Makes my heart and soul sing

My reactions are simply perceptions
My responses are from my heart
Reactions are often falsely based
But responses are truly instinct
To love and give is my response
To despair is my usual reaction

I wonder if you understand
What I am trying to say?
Can you see the difference?
Responding makes me feel good
Reacting drives me further away
Deeper into confusions
Fears and doubts gone astray

Yet the reaction is mine not yours
So often misconceived and so wrong
I own my reactions as I do response
If only I didn’t react – just once
Reactions tell you about my deepest fears
Responses about my true inner self
My reactions show I am surely flawed
My responses reflect the inner divinity

Reactions darken that inner light
Like the flicker of a shadow
I lose my perception of sight
In that momentary darkness
Responses cause a blaze of fire
The fire that is my soul
Springs to life and action
Heightens my attraction

Wisdom

Day by day I feel my life slipping away
I see the lines forming and the steel in my hair
I see my children growing, moving away
I spend more time thinking on what might have been
And less on what might yet be
Less time chasing dreams, coveting things
Time is more precious than ever before
Feel a need to try to live just a little more

Time speeds along and life is a thing that simply happens
Difficult to plan or foresee or indeed, control
I see my reflection these days and have to wonder
Who is it that looks back at me?
I chuckle at things my parents said to me
As I hear myself saying those very same things
About feeling young yet looking older
About possessions and people, values and dreams

It’s like a favorite song of mine that says
“Just when you got life finally figured out you die”
So many mistakes, so many needless worries
So many stupid ambitions and silly thoughts
Those lines and that steel in my hair are the
Patterns my wasteful stupidity created
But they add up to something immensely precious
Wisdom of a kind...