Meditation is my vehicle,
Sparkling galaxies pass by.
Millions of swirling lights,
All colors of the spectrum are they.
I glide from galaxy to galaxy.
Each more beautiful,
And awe inspiring than the last.
So many places so little time,
I would stay out if I could,
But the allure of the universe.
Must wait for another time.
Reality I must come back to is I like to eat,
So I have to get up on my feet,
Got places to go and people to meet.
I thank you for your colourful movie in which some of us have already been a century ago... sweet memoirs indeed... so, don't you think to upgrade yourself to the 'black-and-white' and start to do your journey for yourself, not for others?. . Cheers, alex
I would consider this more humorous than spiritual. Whatever it is that gets you into this meditative state, I'd like a piece of it. My meditation often involves just relaxing, generally while watching nature, and letting my mind wander. Your meditation is on a whole different plane. You are out there wandering between galaxies without a spaceship… Wow!
Sounds as if you are getting better & better each day, good on you, glad to hear it...thanks for ur comment on my recent post, it is most appreciated...-e-
Hear you loud and clear, Walt. I don't have to make that living, and I can't say it bothers me. I spend much time within my own galaxies, and am fortunate to not have time restraints as I do. That's a good thing. So is this poem.
Because we have an opportunity to choose our attitude and focus our intentions in the present moment, the world and our own personal lives are a reflection of our thoughts. It is our 360 degree review on how we think. Put simply, our job is to fully
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