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Meta’s Sleep Workings

While writing out my 60s jokes for this blog, because it had been so many years since telling them last, I just couldn’t remember the second stanza of the elephant trilogy.  I asked others and then scanned their lists of elephant jokes on the internet to no avail.

Finally I thought of my memory aids.  The first ones that I had learned in a memory course that I took during the 70s.  As I cozied into my bed for the night I thought about what I wanted to remember then let myself forget it and relax into sleep.

Sure enough, still in bed the following morning it came to me without bidding.  If you are puzzling over a project or choice think over the problem – forget it- sleep – the answer will occur to you shortly after waking.

If you have things on your mind that you want to accomplish the next day that are keeping you awake try writing them down.  Afterwards forget about them as you cuddle back onto your pillow.  Rest soon follows.

Another technique to bring rest – picture yourself lying in the sand on a warm beach with sea breezes keeping you totally comfortable – feel your body grow heavy – sinking into the nice warm sand.  You will soon fall asleep.

My grand mother taught me that if I concentrated on the time I wanted to wake – then glanced at the clock – I could wake at the time I wanted with out the use of the alarm.

These sleep workings have rarely failed me – nor Iba after I taught him.

Enlightened

We study words written

a piece of tapestry

A fragment from the long forgotten

Through eyes

with lenses trained by today

They struggle to see

Blinded by the brilliant moment

The Dragon, Lion and Camel

humbled

before a child

unable to stand or speak

wide waiting for the moment of creation

to be taught

or untaught

There is much talk

about the long road

many claim to see the end

of the impossible

a treacherous journey

Where am I along this road?

Is it paved, gravel, a trail or trace?

against the earth or sky

they claim to see backwards

they will show you

for the price of a paperback

or your soul

It seems no one truly knows

in the end

we each must decide

our own next step

Millennium

Days passed one into the other

as pages in a calendar

Through this year and into a new

One

ten cycles past the new

Century

and Millennium

adding to an ever increasing anxiety

People jumping within their

skins

Insides tickled by

a creature crawling

alone

The distance between I and the mirror

Like the gulf between galaxies

To speak unheard

to see unseen

in isolation

I Love You

There,

I just wanted to say it

It is not important

I work

making a study in your eyes

for a light long lost

an almost remembered condition

a connection

to a singular moment full of forever

Outside

I have misspoken

it happens often

My meager meanings

raised some hackled brows or

hands hide snickering smiles

gleaming eyes full of facts or

lies for egos sake

I am only small surrounded by

ticklish tender fragile giants

being broken under the wheel leaves disadvantages

Sticks and stones my mother would say

she too had been damaged

It takes getting use to

that green eyed monster must be laid low

with pride gagged and silenced

leaving only eyes watching

ears listening

scrambled brain trying to understand

These narcissistic giants have only one weapon

my mother told me once

Jagged tongues firing

hot and icy lonely wounding words

that hurt worse than anything

There hope lies in the vain wash

That Darwin takes control

His imitation of magick

could allow a shell like turtle armor or

the soft inner parts be replaced with cold marble

moving me beyond pain to the quiet comfort of waiting watching

Moments

Don’t be Drug Dependent

They say

pounding on the podeum

Will should be enough

with exercise

a strong diet

and a few Herbs

I am schizophrenic

I have seen my quiet genetic kin

suffer the Trauma of their own minds

when they free themselves

moment after moment

from medicine’s strange bondage

These Pills pose no cure

They offer only a chance

an escape back into the Cave

Away from the horror

to focus on the wonder

even if only in flashes

Seconds of understanding

with treatment or without

We, I are the same

a piece without a puzzle