Marooned on my island, stranded <br />in a strange universe, alone with <br />my thoughts – the mental plane <br />where spirits are waiting for <br />physical life to come again <br /> <br />Some enlightened spirits embrace <br />their freedom to investigate all the <br />planes of existence, some take off <br />to find another kind of life form, <br />some seek different planets <br /> <br />Some stay the same, repeating the <br />same mistakes, living the adventure <br />called material life without reflection, <br />without learning, changing or growing, <br />addicted to pure being “per se” <br /> <br />Some join the congregation they used to <br />frequent on earth, staying in their version <br />of heaven, studying the same books, re- <br />peating the very same codes, until some <br />individuals question whether heaven <br /> <br />Should not be more than mere sermons, <br />teaching and meditation - whether their <br />place ought to be seen as the Biblical <br />Jerusalem, then leaving to investigate; <br />others supposing them leaving for hell <br /> <br />Some feel so bad while dying they wake <br />up with pain and remorse, construct their <br />own demons and create their own hell, <br />even meeting the devil himself, until they <br />realize by changing their attitude only <br /> <br />They flip-flop between heaven and hell, <br />happiness being a state of the mind – all <br />experience the result of casting a spell; the <br />magic words being praise and gratitude, <br />and the result energy and joy <br /> <br />The goal is love, first for the self, then for each <br />other, including everything else, until the self <br />becomes an electromagnetic attraction that <br />finds itself happily bound to the rest of its <br />kind; then becoming a note <br /> <br />Resonating with a unique rhythm and pitch, <br />creating their own melody…<br /><br />Robert Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unique-rhythm-and-pitch/
