Tag: clairvoyance

Poetry

mistaken identity

I’m sorry
have we met before?
you say you know me?
I don’t think so

I don’t remember your face
I don’t remember your feel
and though you seem congenial enough
I can’t be sure the emphasis isn’t on con

for you act like you know me
     I can assure you, you do not
you talk like I can read your mind
     I assure you I cannot
you walk like I know you
     I assure you I forgot
you look in my eyes and I think you try
     to put a thought in my head
          but my soul is dead
               and I’m filled with dread
                    amongst this bread
               it’s crummy really
          but I can’t!

     I cannot read your thoughts
I know not how you feel
     I feel not what you know
I hear not what you sow
     I quietly mind my own business
so how surprised am I
     when I see a glint in your eye
as if responding to mine
     as if I should try!
                             try what?
I cannot try any harder
     I can’t try anymore!

          I feel as though I’m nerve-wracked
and body-wrecked upon unknown shore
               I never knew another soul existed
and I wouldn’t, couldn’t trust one here
     so excuse me, though you have insisted
I don’t think we’ve before been near
          and though I find it’s hard resisted
     I don’t think we’ll love sincere

though I bet your touch starts fire
     and somehow sets my heart aflame
I hope I lose this damn desire
     for you’re a stranger, only friend in claim
so I must say, I’m sorry sir
     I haven’t got the time
though by some you’re called master
     it’s your imagination, not mine
I wish I knew a bit more, boy
     like who you think I am
I wish I knew your mind, man
     there’s no mistake I’d be a fan
though you’ve mistaken my identity
     mistook me for somebody else
I became curious, intrigued
     fuck it all! it can’t be helped

Tags building a mystery, clairvoyance, creative writing, desire, feeling, flirt, fuck it all, intrigue, mind, mind reader, mistaken identity, mystery, poem, Poetry, reality, stranger, who am i, who are you

Dreams Poetry questions

How can I know?

I considered using a plant metaphor
but I kill most plants

I don’t know anything about
growing leafy things
only recent experience in
how to keep something alive

but I imagine a tiny sprout
protruding from the ground

I clearly see this sprout
I look around

– no one else notices –

I wonder what kind of plant it’s going to be
this little shoot

I start to wish it will become
a wish-fulfilling tree

I know such trees exist, have existed
in this world, in other worlds

and though rare, difficult to find,
I know such saplings exist!

I cannot ask for anyone’s help,
because even if this plantlet
is to become this rare tree,
no one will identify it correctly —
it would be discarded! —
           and I just have this really strong
                                   feeling in my gut
that I have come across the growing sprout
                          of a wish-fulfilling tree!

I’m keen to protect it, and help it grow
but I’m really really good
at killing all things green –

they don’t need help, it’s cyclical –

and I really feel like I can’t talk
about this rare treasure
with anyone I’ve met,
because, let’s be real,
people are, like, really good
at murdering dreams

so I just wish to myself,
(pray)

         please, please may I have found
         a wish-fulfilling tree
         please, please, help me nurture it
         and please help me not kill it
         I know I’m so so so good at killing
         familiar with the action, as I’ve been
         please, don’t let me become
         attached to the idea of the tree
         that somehow wish-fulfilment will grant me
         happiness – I know it won’t!
         I know it is my virtue – but still!
         Think of all the good I could do,
         granting all those wishes,
         with wisdom of course

I would never abuse my power
I act with self-lessness

and still, I confess
I do not have even the wisdom to know

what kind of sprout I have found
or if I have found
anything at all

for I’m the only one who sees
this plant, so small

perhaps it is just a shadow
of desire that grows in the dirt

How can I know?

Tags attachment, clairvoyance, creative writing, desire, desirous attachment, Dreams, freedom, gardening, green thumb, love, metaphor, nature, plant metaphor, plants, Poetry, prayer, questions, trees, wish, writing

Note

Note 2

What I say: I don’t know what I’m supposed to do

What I mean: I don’t know how to do what I know I need to do

06.08.20

Tags 2020, clairvoyance, dharma, knowing, Note, personal, teaching