Little Stick Figures Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Little Stick Figures



Trying to learn, take it all in - but it will
take time to entertain these wonderful
new ideas in my brain: Used to think of
self as breakable & fragile as glass and
delicate in the extreme - therefore very
precious and needing great care - now
I find the self is as alive and strong as
crystals freely forming in rocks

A Consciousness Teacher even says our
inner essence is like pure while light - an
image I love - of a film projector and life is
the coloured film reel changing the light in-
to coloured pictures with new meaning, so
Consciousness is developed, Awareness
expanded & new information and abilities
are added to the Quantum Mind

Within which we all exist sharing the same
consciousness and from which we emanate
like dreams created by a super-intelligence
experimenting with the Multiverse in which
infinite dimensions continue independently;
here I stop as my brain short-circuits over-
loaded by too many amazing images, later
I'll research this pure white inner light

And the films we produce - acting like little
stick figures in our own dreams…

[29 January 2015]

Thursday, January 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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