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meditation 11:11

Friday, August 7th, 2009

MEDITATION 11:11

11:11
illumination, illumination

time
for what?

to wake up
asleep for 13,000 revolutions
blink of an eye

I see
moons within moons
rotating
clockwork mandala
in and out of light
aspects lost to shadow
a universe, a galaxy of one’s own
playground of the gods

we play, like iridescent flames
of the One true flame
the Watchmaker
reminding us, time to wake up!
from our cosmic sleep

for what?

know thyself
imperfect perfection
soul of souls
one heart, beats like a distant drum ever closer
I know you
with new perspective
those lines
that lead back, all the Way
to You

beauty abstracted, a new movement
of appreciation
this thing called LOVE
has one lived?
in truth

I know You by heart
every line
that disappears in shadow
and reappears
in light
where line and shadow merge
I feel You

detail magnified
elevating the experience
look at what we are capable of when we place our mind
we create beauty and balance in all that we do
what kind of existence then?
extra
ordinary

time and timelessness
eternal Mobius
just how big is this spinning-wheel?

and Earth
to what Divine Purpose?
emerging from long shadow
a distant sleep
energy measured
with new perspective

who
AM I
?
with frequency we ask

time
an illusion, all is happening now
and so the truth
ripe
for us to pluck like an apple from the tree
for the second, the last
time

sacred geometry of circle
mesmerised no longer
awake
AM I

be it
the mechanical nature
of intricate human?
artisan creation
wings clipped forgotten
no more
I remember, I AM

mediator
between head and hands
born of the Metropolis
rise above the machine
lift the heart
to crown our true nature
and re-humanise the collective
Spirit
I AM

V


windmills of your mind

Friday, August 7th, 2009

Windmills Of Your Mind

Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Alan Bergman & Marilyn Bergman