Saturday, April 04, 2009
If Only For A Minute...
You are not old
You are ageless and timeless
There are no such things as secrets
Our thoughts are part of a web
Of consciousness that any of us
Can hear if we will only listen
I am listening and searching for
That which my mind cannot find
In order or rational thought
I dance to the murmur
Of moonlight on the still lake
Sing to the sky of wonder
Pray at the alter of Venus
Tend the garden of earthly delights
Bare myself naked and unashamed
Feast upon the beauty that is you
Revel in the mystery of your
Unspoken truth
I Sense the solitude
Behind the shadows and light
Of your black and white image
I long to share it or break it
If only for a minute…
Robert Allan © 2009
You are ageless and timeless
There are no such things as secrets
Our thoughts are part of a web
Of consciousness that any of us
Can hear if we will only listen
I am listening and searching for
That which my mind cannot find
In order or rational thought
I dance to the murmur
Of moonlight on the still lake
Sing to the sky of wonder
Pray at the alter of Venus
Tend the garden of earthly delights
Bare myself naked and unashamed
Feast upon the beauty that is you
Revel in the mystery of your
Unspoken truth
I Sense the solitude
Behind the shadows and light
Of your black and white image
I long to share it or break it
If only for a minute…
Robert Allan © 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Creation Is Infinite
Yesterday was a cold and grey rainy day. I love the rain; it makes everything clean and green and begins the process of the rebirth of life. Maybe it’s because I live in Southern California that the rain is so special to me. Living with 360 days of warm/hot sunshine only sounds good to those who get little of it. Whereas, there are few things in life that are as comforting to me as sitting around a fire when the weather is cold and wet. I love the snow as well, but we don’t get very much of that where I live, although, it does happen from time to time.
Just give me a hot pot of green tea, a cat or two, my acoustic guitar, finger-plucked - mingling with the sound of the rain and my siren’s voice singing a soft, melancholy song of yearning, and I will lose myself within the labyrinth of my own imagination.
These caverns of solitude and creation are my retreat from the everyday cacophony of the modern world. For these are the special self-reflective moments that merge my soul with the oneness of the universe; like splattered watercolors on the pavement, in the rain, running and blending together; mingling and commingling and creating new life and art.
Sometimes, I feel lonely. But, for the most part, I enjoy being alone. Until, I feel the need to share my dreams with those who can understand and appreciate them. For dreams are the creation and recreation of the universe. The mind is the painter upon the canvas of the space-time continuum and thoughts are its brushes. Creation is infinite.
Just give me a hot pot of green tea, a cat or two, my acoustic guitar, finger-plucked - mingling with the sound of the rain and my siren’s voice singing a soft, melancholy song of yearning, and I will lose myself within the labyrinth of my own imagination.
These caverns of solitude and creation are my retreat from the everyday cacophony of the modern world. For these are the special self-reflective moments that merge my soul with the oneness of the universe; like splattered watercolors on the pavement, in the rain, running and blending together; mingling and commingling and creating new life and art.
Sometimes, I feel lonely. But, for the most part, I enjoy being alone. Until, I feel the need to share my dreams with those who can understand and appreciate them. For dreams are the creation and recreation of the universe. The mind is the painter upon the canvas of the space-time continuum and thoughts are its brushes. Creation is infinite.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Where I Go From Here
I feel that somewhere there is a destiny waiting for me; I can feel it lurking in the shadows of my deep and profound desire.
Its name is unknown to me but I will know it when I meet it. I will recognize it though I have never seen it before.
I have touched the sky and I have descended into the inferno and my eyes have been opened by it.
My mind is a universe - my body a galaxy of stars and my heart is a sun full of exploding white spots.
I yearn therefore I am a wandering sojourner anticipating and creating life as I imagine it.
Everything I see through my minds eye, every color and shape, every sound performs a kaleidoscopic dance of beauty, sensuality and grace.
I reject nothing and embrace everything.
I have left all doubt in the wake of my journey to self, for I am not content to remain in that small space of certainty.
Where I go from here is the adventure and one that I meet with the openness and curiosity of a child.
Its name is unknown to me but I will know it when I meet it. I will recognize it though I have never seen it before.
I have touched the sky and I have descended into the inferno and my eyes have been opened by it.
My mind is a universe - my body a galaxy of stars and my heart is a sun full of exploding white spots.
I yearn therefore I am a wandering sojourner anticipating and creating life as I imagine it.
Everything I see through my minds eye, every color and shape, every sound performs a kaleidoscopic dance of beauty, sensuality and grace.
I reject nothing and embrace everything.
I have left all doubt in the wake of my journey to self, for I am not content to remain in that small space of certainty.
Where I go from here is the adventure and one that I meet with the openness and curiosity of a child.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Quote of the Day
”Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies - or else? The chain reaction of evil - hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars - must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.“
Martin Luther King
Martin Luther King
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Friday, January 02, 2009
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Gazing
I believe that all the best things in this world were born of inspiration and free of greed. I don't make anything with the intention of getting rich. But then, maybe that's why I am not rich.
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