dailydatewithgod

To enable creativity
there needs to be some fluidity
to our thinking

To begin embracing
and facing
the collective radioactivity
of negativity
we must let go of our proclivity
to forget our capacity
for adaptability

The reality of our flexibility
flies in the face of
the supposed susceptibility
of believing we are below or above
those who share the responsibility
for creating our collective reality

All our mentalities
stem from the practicality
of our similarity
Far more than the brutality
of our plurality

Why must we choose
functionality over eccentricity?
When we can adapt the view
of both creating superconductivity

We need folks with the audacity
To step outside the collectivity
Daring to encompass probabilities
that all ideas may have feasibility

This is the reality
of creativity
embracing the utility
of our inborn curiosity

I am thinking
yes, wondering
Will you join me
in sipping this tea?

It can be hard to keep the momentum
when you forget them
Have I mentioned
I need a referendum?

Relying on a movement
to create enrolment
Like thinking the deponent
is the solely needed component
to win a court case

Seems like such a waste
Thinking things must happen in haste
What happened to the nuance of debate
or stepping outside our mind’s constraints?
and find a place
where we are not encased
solely by what is already embraced

So busy trying to win the race
and keep up the pace.
What happens when we stop to face . . .
the music

Even if it’s acoustic
will we hear the voice of the muses?
Or do we seek to win or lose
based on others’ reviews?

Apparently in the end
when breath has met its edge
there’ll be no one there who can contend
or even allege

We are on our own then
not even a madeleine
or any goodbye cake
providing a way
for us to escape
our fate

We must be ready to make
the most of the day
if we intend to partake
in a different ballet
and stay awake
to what our heart wants our life to portray

Look past the words
Notice what you feel
outside the terms
more is revealed

Not trying to conceal
we can’t help but kneel
to the ease of the appeal
in black and white seems more real

Attending to the feel
feels surreal
or perhaps too genteel
not like words of steel

The allure of an anneal
sounds like a spiel
It’s just protective zeal
keeping us from fear

It feels like a reconstruction
to not follow the compulsion
and engage in feeling discussion
Just imagine the repercussions?

Words can lose their meaning
almost like we are dreaming

If we lean into believing
that feelings provide a fuller perceiving
Terms might seem fleeting
And we end up careening

Maybe its less about competing
and more about convening
the head’s worded thinking
with the heart’s vibrational musing

Providing a fuller way of being
An invitation to a deeper breathing
in and out revealing
all of life’s teachings

Amidst the immersion
I wonder which version
if life is an assertion
or merely a delusion

When is it time to seek an inversion
From the perceived subversion
inserting itself like a surgeon
making a perfect insertion?

How long do we live the sermon
of overexertion
believing all we need is an excursion
to alleviate the burden
of constant thought intrusion?

Isn’t it part of the illusion?
A sort of perversion?
Believing all we need is a diversion
To remove feeling uncertain?

Perhaps the real version
comes from a private submersion
allowing for a burgeon
though it may feel like an incursion
to explore an authentic immersion
courageously awakening our heart’s conversion

Wonderings and experiments
Might create some incidents
Just make sure you don’t fence
yourself into a predicament

Unfortunately, we are not omnipotent
but do we try to be magnificent
Sometimes that causes to be an irritant
For those who pretend to be indifferent

We could strive to be legitimate
and search for an equivalent
But we might end up being a filament
getting stuck and becoming a virulent

And we don’t need more of those
Lord knows
We actually need more hope
somebody, please throw us a rope!

Magical and sparkly
capture our attention sharply
but so does broccoli
tasting tartly

It may be hard to part
from always trying to look smart
and instead, give a start
to something from the heart

No sense
or nonsense
learning to sense
the onset

of heartbeats
like a musical suite
increasing the peace
By using the old technique

of one deep breath
going past just our chest
calling us with stealth
back to our health

It’s very sublime
we don’t think we have the time
to pause and wait for the divine
reminding us how we shine
when we choose to stay aligned
one moment at a time

Funny thing about imagination
It is not like an equation
Or a recipe
for how to make potpourri

Curiosity seems to be the key
whether trying to create
or meditate
Impacted by whether we
believe it to truly be

If it comes from our imagination
all things are subject to speculation
or perhaps that is the orientation
by which the mind argues for devaluation

When imagination sways
from the absurd to the profane
who gets to say
which way
is the way

Maybe we need a little absurd
in order to be heard
To remain undeterred
when imagination is submerged

So busy going with the herd
and bowing only to what is affirmed
We can lose sight of what can emerge
when we imagine what can be learned

It may mean being wrong
according to those who go along
but they are the ones who withdraw
when someone new throws a ball
and asks us to explore
and open again the door
to step closer to the shore
in fact, they implore:
Please! we must restore

our veneration
for imagination

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