Pulsing Moment

by Nicholas “The Bard” Andrea

I saw you in her face, in the
curtains, in the
table, in
everything, looking back at me like eyes;

I wondered –
who is this playing peek-a-boo, using
these things as players to tell its tale
of interconnectedness and unending love?

A door shuts –
teeth are brushed –
people murmur in the back –

light reflects off closet doors
and the orange rocking

what is this that runs through these all
that speaks through this voice and
hears it through those ears

what is this THING
orchestrating a
Grand Synchronicity
that even includes “me”?

To be beyond mistake is madness
for a conditioned mind believes in a conditioned love

but madness, here, is good, complete incurable madness, for
infinite, unconditional love is the only thing that
nourishes body, mind, and spirit –

that’s right, kids, step right up, the light’s
giving it all away
abundance beyond what you could possibly imagine, it’s
God’s going out of business sale –

of course, God was never in business to begin with
but with your blinders you did not see;

but, “suffer the children come unto me,” he says –
and we are all still children, yes, unless we still believe in mistake –
but “let them come and do not hinder them,”
for to the ones with innocent mind belongs the Kingdom of all Abundance;

just ask! and thou shalt receive
and then say “yes” when that golden-haired angel
bonks you over the head with it;

madness, complete, incurable fucking madness
for a love that does not end

do it, sexy, do it
forget what they taught you in school
and just say yes.


About NickAndrea19

My goal has always been and continues to be the liberation of minds, my own and what influence I may have on others, to perceive the extraordinary beauty all around us. To this end, I write, play music, and design websites. Don't hesitate to contact me for more information about any of these activities. :)
This entry was posted in Children & Youth Spirituality, Encounters With Spirit, Expansive Blog, Inspiration, Intuition, Journal, Love Chronicles, Metaphysics, Poetry, Relationships and Self, Sufi Poetry, Wisdom from Meditation and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s