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Lesson 13 The Way of the Wizard

(Poem 90 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“God made this world, so it must be interesting enough to keep His attention. If you find things growing tired or stale or predictable, perhaps it is you who have lost the capacity to be interested.” Merlin-Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com  https://gencraft.ai/p/OAArtS

This shadow world we grope through in darkness
must be illuminated inwardly to see the real.
Once we know something to be true and bind the
experience with the label of words, the trap has sprung.
Reality is the trembling of a delicate bird we have
caught, its heart thumping in our hands like a
quivering reed, who will perish if we hold it too long.
To go beyond the frontier of the known, we must
“forget everything and anticipate nothing.”
Only then will we pierce the boundary of perception
that challenges our familiarity with our limitations,
reveal spaces enmeshed in our everyday awareness
that are nuances, textures, aromas of beyond.
The unknown will beckon us from our shadow prisons,
and we will fly away, release by our own hands.

@Home Studio – 90th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp. 90-95.

Sleep is My Favorite Activity

(Poem 73 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/GCc85W

Sleep is my favorite activity.
I think it always has been.
It’s just a little harder now
to reach the perfect bliss.
When I was young and firm,
sleep came easy, just dripped
like candle wax on my pillow.
Now I need my cpap machine,
a supersonic fan on blast,
the right kind of darkness
that blocks out memory,
the right kind of quiet
that sets the stage for dreams,
the perfect temperature set,
all my pillows plumped just so,
my grounding sheets tucked,
and my husband by my side.

@Home Studio – 73rd poem of the year

Certain Hallucinations Scurry

(Poem 35 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/h8lcXM

Certain hallucinations scurry like
wolf fox spider lizards on the periphery,
while others hover menacingly close.
Some wail a cacophony of muted pain
at the edge of consciousness’ spine,
competing with their counterparts’ whispers.
Knowing they are not tangible threats
does little to calm the heart in the dark,
rather their insubstantial qualities enhance
the mystery surrounding their existence.
They persist like webs of lies tangled,
ever-expanding and contracting in
sympathy with sleep, though negatively
correlated and eager to maintain a foothold.

@Home Studio – 35th poem of the year

Runner ups for the AI Creepy Hallucinations photos to accompany my poem: