dailydatewithgod

Is it the anticipation
of elevation
when making our way to a destination
unknown?

Searching for our throne
upon which to bemoan
all the ways we are thrown
by life’s confusion

Is it an illusion
or an allusion
thinking there is a conclusion
to the list of things to fear

In what sphere
do we find the gear
and a way to pioneer
through sinkholes of the mind

Surely we can find
somewhere among the mines
a way to climb above the grime
and connect to something more

It feels like a chore
running to meet the shore
hoping to avoid the norm
of relying solely on the head

It’s not that it’s dead
just want something else instead
trying to change the trend
and lead from another place

Something not bound by time and space
where possibilities proliferate
outside the gates
of the known confines

Into the heart’s rhyme

Note: This is best read out loud while clapping your hands or snapping your fingers to the beat

Bump Ba-dump
Bump bump ba-dump
bump ba-dump bump ba-dump
can-you-feel-it?

Bump Ba-dump
Bump bump ba-dump
bump ba-dump bump ba-dump
5-6-7-8

Step and turn
Kick and slide
Stomp and pivot
One more time

Step and turn
Kick and slide
Stomp and pivot
that’s the rhythm

From the heart
In my soul
This is freedom
to its core

Feel the spirit
move me about
It’s contagious
Just let go

Nothing like it
Can be felt
In my body
Or anywhere else

If you dare
to feel this free
hand to heart
it must be felt

Bump Ba-dump
Bump bump ba-dump
bump ba-dump bump ba-dump
can-you-feel-it?

Bump Ba-dump
Bump bump ba-dump
bump ba-dump bump ba-dump
5-6-7-8

React or respond?
Is it Tomato or tomato
or more like gelato?

Which is your inclination
when attempting a destination
Or the focus of your contemplation?

React or respond
one comes from calm
another puts you in bond

Do you lean to one side
Go off what is implied
or take it in stride
preferring to be untied?

Are you aiming for influence
or desire to be in confluence?
Which of the two is more conspicuous
and creates affluence?
Are those the same
but just different names?

I may have gone off track
my mind is all out of whack

Reacting to the titillation
of word fertilization
Creating a proliferation
of iterations

Far from where I started
I have now parted

But does it matter in the end
if the end does not match what we began

It is the journey that counts
with its various routes
not making sense
until we look back
at the footprints
with details
of our response

Time and Energy
measure our reality

Both are limited
And yet seem to stretch
As though disinhibited
choosing to sketch
a new perimeter

Depending on the moment
They can be rather loose
Providing an enrollment
initiating components
hoping for engrossment
overthrowing the notion
we are victims of the unknown

Calling us to play
outside the cliche
and begin to display
even portray
as they say,
we can slay the day

Make it our own
aligned to our inner throne
Where the heart makes known
how much the unknown
invites us to grow

No longer needing to fear
What others say is real
only because their sphere
has one gear

Confined to their minds’ eye
relying on the supply
which goes awry
when stepping outside the line

Asking, where will we find the time?
Believing there is no energy to spare

Until we pause
and become aware
we must momentarily withdraw
and step into prayer

Possibility
is what we see
When we search the sea
for a reason to be free

Looking to the great wide open
under the skies of blue
So much motion
Maybe it is a clue

We say we fear change
We want things to stay the same
Unfortunately, it’s insane
to think its best to constrain

Everything else in nature
acts more like a conveyor
Cycles of motion
sometimes causing commotion

Perhaps we believe
its the speed
Are we not ready to receive
who we could be?

Then again, when
does a change truly happen?

Only when we are looking
or paying attention?
As if all is still
when our attention is nil

Change becomes the process
reminding us we are a part of nature’s progress

Freedom is inherent in the play
Inviting us to stray
From thinking we know the way
and can betray

The beating of our hearts
as rhythmic as the stars
Burning brightest as they change

Are we really so deranged
to think we can discover our range
without the possibilities inherent in change?

If God has a plan
And you have a plan
Which one do you want to have?

Man plans and God laughs.

Is it an invitation to craft
or not get wrapped
up in our drafts?

Do we just not bother
Or simply become a watcher?

The plans we create
keep us in wait.
Will it happen or not?
Is waiting part of the plot?

Perhaps God wants to know
where our planning might go
So he knows
How close
We are to our own

How tapped we are to our desire
or what light’s our fire.
Indeed she is already aware
being in the heavenly sphere

Maybe part of the dance
Is to provide us a chance
To dream and wonder
outside of our slumber

Tap into our undiscovered
Find out what within us is unbuffered
by life and expectations
or silly machinations
rolling in our head
which are often misread

Planning is the process
guiding us to profess
the kindling of our hearts
not hindered by imports
or something wanting us to divorce
from our true source

Perhaps it is the lesson
for which we are hesitant
wanting to rely on the precedent
that we will not have to question

How far apart we are
from the depth of our hearts
and feel the tear
only God can repair

Sometimes
we have to rewind
find the time
refocus the mind

Step back into the tale
where magic is unveiled
existing beneath the detail
of the systems which prevail

Leading us astray
causing us to forget our way
with such much fray
we think we are only ever afraid

We marvel at children
drawn in by tales
without any hindrance
or needing assurance
They delight in the mystery
and don’t worry about the history

Existing in the moment
Not getting pulled away
Is that the secret
to not being always afraid?

The tales we weave
from inside our head
are what we try to leave
when we are afraid

But where can we go
where we will not be?

Our head becomes our foe
unless we turn the key

Open the door and explore
see what the tales are trying to inform

Perhaps like children themselves
they like to play unveiled
searching for a way to cast spells
but have gotten curtailed

We’ve gotten too busy to care
that deep within us
there is magic wanting to prevail
now making a fuss
asking for a way to unveil

an essential part
of our very own heart

With any given choice
There is multiple force
From behind and in front
happening concurrent

What is being chosen
and what is not
might cause you to be frozen
or tied in a knot

Is it possible to separate
what the choice will create
from the choice itself
versus its consequence

It is hard to imagine
all the potential scenarios
firing like a cannon
or blaring music from a stereo

The potential cacophony
emanating from the colony
inside one’s own mind
is enough to consign
from ever making up your mind

Choices are chances
potential dances
of consequences
and expansions
ramifications and
possible answers

Leading to more choices
with or without more voices

Choosing to opt out
is of course allowed
but that choice must be made
and has its own cascade

So you see
dear one
there is a sea
of options

But the question remains,
what strain
of consequences
will you unleash today?

Relationships
Wish they were like ships
knowing how to ride the waves
to navigate through stormy days
when rain comes to contemplate
raising the stakes
questioning if we can relate
without the ship in place

Maybe its the anchor
which keeps the banter
from becoming slander
opening the door for candor
we can handle
without getting rambled

Is it the sails
flowing like veils
moved by the wind
showing us where to begin?

Standing on the deck
compass in hand
realizing the full effect
of what it means to be captain

Setting the course
adventuring tour de force
to explore and discover
through unchartered water

Looking beyond into the deep blue
Reflecting back to us
how much we don’t have a clue

Though the muse may be external
our true anchor is internal

We are the ship
doing our best to navigate
attempting to relate
and get a grip

Sailing in the unknown
getting out of our head zone
Relating one to one
our minds are blown

Resources of the heart
call for a restart
Moving us to embark
Past the known parts
Finding more watts
to power up what we forgot

that this kind of sailing
calls for an unveiling
of our soul

I’ve heard insight is hard won
or was it insight is a hard one?

The question is who gets to say
what qualifies as insight?
We may be exposed to it all day
but not realize it until the night

What if what you feel is insight
feels to me like a distinction of light
which might
take flight
if viewed in hindsight

How much might
does insight fight
to get it right
in this light?

What if someone completely misses the sign
which outlines
how much time
it takes to define
the nuance provided by time
distinguishing insight mere hindsight

Are they in cahoots together?
Maybe that is whether
people even use the word cahoots
to introduce
the concept altogether

This all seems like an elaborate roost
to disprove
and show to be a fluke
that the power of insight
cannot be defined
along general lines

It is particular within each heart
as is anything daring to move from dark
to light