Sunday, February 26, 2017

keep it real. a poem for the 21st century. by (me!) sandra, tvgp


real vision planted in the soil of your imaginative mind
water it. nurture it.  but first.. you must find.





i love waking up, "thank you!" Jesus..

my eyes sweep the room, with such gratitude..

pictures of people i love; pretty d├ęcor above dresser drawers

books, and beautiful fabric on my bed, pillows, and papers, things people have made
                               people have said





my eyes re-sweep the room, with such gratitude..

sculptures, and lotions, and boxes and phone..
                                        the miracle that i get to call this my home..

for a while, i will call this place home.   family love;  -from which ive grown..

God is love; and heavens home..   

REMEMBER?

re-sweep, re-sweep this room..   with my eyes,
and something happens

when i sweep ALIVE..    something happens, when my eyes sweep green

-this living, growing, breathing thing..






my life attracts to life, i see    -and the real in life; the mystery!

now, look around yourself and see...

the digital, the material, the real: to be or not to be..       search for life, sweep for green..

go interact with a living thing.  

now stop.

***

put three buildings side by side.   i'll describe for you what's inside:

in the first one, only things ALIVE!   things that breathe; things that die...

living, growing, breathing things..   the 'real'  the 'true'  that makes heart sing..



in building two  -we part fake you,

with things from a distance, which look alive; but were made, in fact, to deceive your mind

"is that flower   ...    real?"      -what a deal!    but how do you know

until you TOUCH & FEEL..    now imagine yourself in a world, where

nothing actually is; but only looks real.     -how does that make you FEEL?





everything in it collects dust; none of it collects memories you cant always trust



and speaking of the unreliable nature of our memories..   that's the perfect Segway to building three:

building three is empty.











-save that pair of goggles you place on your head..   to enter a virtual world instead

where, now..

when you go to touch and feel..   you're still not sure "what's real?"

immersed in a fine art man-made land; where your real mind is highjacked by a virtual hand

anywhere you want to                  they want you to...

to preprogrammed worlds in..    

brain-game lands.    -where nothing ever really breathes.  nothing really dies

but things in there appear so real; you really laugh and cry        /know what i mean?

-you are not faking your reactions; to the real virtual attractions..

/or are you?

what, where...        is the truth?


for a while, i will call this place home.   family love;  -from which ive grown..

God is love; and heavens home..   

REMEMBER?





and now, what if you were trapped in building three; stuck with goggles on

virtual world  -upon your death..    the virtual world goes on..

what if you were stuck in building two   -where you are the only living thing?
could the fake silk flowers and rubber trees..    still make a caged bird sing?


i use my imagination to help me see..   i use it; it does not use me..

    ~there is something of the awesome between real living things

~there is more to real, and truth and love, and life and death, for me..

there is something so very miraculous in our very real but faulty memories

and you:

YOU ARE REALLY SOMETHING!



for a while, i will call this place home.   family love;  -from which ive grown..

God is love; and heavens home..   

 I REMEMBER.

re-sweep, re-sweep this room..   with my eyes,
and something happens

when i sweep ALIVE..    something happens, when my eyes sweep green

-this living, growing, breathing thing..





my life attracts to life, i see    -and the real in life; trust the mystery!



for a while, you will call earth home.  there is real life and real love; you need to know.

GOD is LOVE. HEAVEN'S HOME.  

REMEMBER.


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