30 Poems in 30 Days: Day Eleven (still behind!).


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I was challenged by fellow “30 Poemer” Mike Hopkins http://mistakenforarealpoet.wordpress.com/ to write a poem incorporating lines from the “New Age Bullshit Generator” http://sebpearce.com/bullshit/

He has already written his, and very good it is too.

This is my response.

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE

Waking in the morning, grumpy and unrefreshed, I am comforted by the thought that

Consciousness consists of transmissions of quantum energy. “Quantum” means a summoning of the magical.

I shuffle to the toilet for my another, menopausal pee and ponder the fact that

Flow requires exploration.

Starting my cranky car, feeling the grinding that comes from a disintegrated engine-mount, I breathe slowly and tell the car that

The goal of four-dimensional superstructures is to plant the seeds of synchronicity rather than ego.

I walk into the bank, wanting to do battle, but, instead, gently remind myself of the wise words:

You will soon be re-energized by a power deep within yourself — a power that is psychic, angelic. Affirmations may be the solution to what’s holding you back from a magnificent fusion of healing.

Stopping for a coffee and a couple of panadol, I am safe in the knowledge that

Through ayurvedic medicine, our third eyes are nurtured by fulfillment.

As the cunt in the next lane refuses to let me in, I eventually drive past him, winding down my window to shout out:

“Reality has always been beaming with life-forms whose hearts are baptized in life.”

Wandering up and down the supermarket aisles, overwhelmed, it is clear to me that

We are in the midst of an unlimited deepening of potential that will enable us to access the world itself.

 

Sitting opposite some guy from an online dating site, listening to him bang on endlessly about his boring job, I see that

Our conversations with other dreamweavers have led to a refining of hyper-primordial consciousness. Humankind has nothing to lose. Throughout history, humans have been interacting with the universe via electromagnetic resonance.

As I pour myself back into bed, exhausted and frazzled, I reflect that

This life is nothing short of a flowering vision of sublime serenity. By unfolding, we grow.

And yet,

part me still wants to reflect

that life is nothing short of

a load of old bollocks.

 

 

 

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7 thoughts on “30 Poems in 30 Days: Day Eleven (still behind!).

    1. Angela, I am actually someone who embraces some elements of so-called “new age” philosophies in her life, and I am also a 12 stepper. But I eschew jargon in any form. Certain writers are sublime: Julie Cameron; Oriah Mountain Dreamer;Marianne Williamson. Others are just full of shite. I guess this poem is humorous and cynical one level, but on anther level does reflect how I try to live my life. Shalom!

  1. Bullshit

    It’s never bullshit
    if you believe it.

    It’s nearly always bullshit
    when you don’t believe it.

    It’s ‘who knows what’ when you haven’t made up your mind.

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