Your Spirit Spoke
-- The Beach Boys
YOUR SPIRIT SPOKE
Your spirit spoke to me last night
after I closed my eyes
and opened my mind--
your spirit told me
about your secret strings--
invisible wires that pull you
up and down and around--
this way and that--
according to plan.
Your spirit told me:
you don’t remember, but
you agreed to this plan in advance--
even those pulls that place you
in the path of a lightening bolt
are part of the agreement.
Yes--
your flipping and flapping and flopping
have all been choreographed
for a modern dance
expressing a courageous struggle
to answer life's shocking demands
performed to a music
that may sound jazzy
but the truth is
those notes are set on the bars of a score:
the bars not a prison--merely restraint:
the restraint experienced by all spirits
moving through time and space--
the restraint of human learning.
Yes, that’s what your spirit said
to me last night
as we watched you move
from a corner in your sunlit room
and when I awoke
in a light that reminded me of your sun
I decided to share the dream
because your spirit also said
you’ve refused to hear
its positive message--
that is:
how you work so hard to build strength
following a design quite brilliant--
no, you don’t see the beauty
of your fierce dance
as I do now
after listening to your spirit.
But despite its wisdom
I still can’t quite accept
what your spirit said
about my stumbles and slips--
your spirit claims
I can find the shine of my own elegance
in the luminous mirror of your dance steps.
© 2020, Michael R. Patton
the truth of the dream: poetry ebook
Labels: aspiration, ballet, cartoon, change, courage, dance, dream, growth, invisible, metaphysics, new age, spirituality, spoken word, strength, transformation
posted by Michael R. Patton at 8:32 PM
5 Comments:
I love the "Ballet Parking" drawing!
I posted that cartoon hoping that someone might actually institute this idea. To take the ballet and park with it, so to speak.
Oh, Michael! Too funny!! However, it appears as tho the man in question already has a lady companion. He looks aghast, and she looks none too happy. Also, it seems like the tutu might not fit into that little car! :)
No problem--just remove the front seat and put in a little stool for the driver.
Stop already with the comments, Michael! If both of us had been outside at the time I read your response, you might even have been able to hear my very loud guffaws!!
(I assume you meant by 'removing the front seat' that it was a bucket seat? Elst would his lady friend then have had to sit on the floor?)
Oh, Michael, thank you thank you thank you for that huMONgous laugh!
Post a Comment
<< Home