THE WHITE DOVE
Where is this place I’m in?
I see the sky, and the sun
The trees and the flowers
And I wonder
What is real?
I ponder.
Still. Pensive.
I listen.
The voice of the wind.
Talking. Breathing.
The vision. The sound. Something ethereal
And yet my eyes see a picture. Something material
And I wonder
My eyes they now close.
I think.
My mind fully aware when the confusion sets in.
The passion so consuming.
So little time. So much to learn.
But a calmness prevails. A peace within.
‘Tis only one love that I ever yearn.
My mind captures the tranquillity. A longing for love
For I know I must complete my Journey.
To find the white dove.
And I wonder
Separation the method. I surrender my mind
No longer alone.
The bliss of my destiny, my soul it will bind
Uncover the mystery of my consciousness, the reason I feel
Answers to questions, only the soul to my mind will reveal
Time comes and it will finish for the pure mortal run
It is then I will know.
A new light. A new sun.
I still wonder
And in that distant light I will see in your smile, a white dove
Between the old me and the light of this new eternity.
A reason.
A purpose.
For now all that can be seen
One mind
One love
No wonder.
The White Dove.
- TriggerDot
- aka Brendan Lauritz
- Copyright 2013 (don't even think about it!)
The LIGHT of my MIND Hmmmm. Pretty nice, huh? I didn't leave the "F" off in the title. The 'wings' are the White Dove in the 'Light' not in 'Flight', if you get the drift. The poem's about getting deaded and what lies beneath. Darkness to light. The end to the beginning. The last breath to the eternal light.
Over 100 billion of us. Deaded. Not one of us has avoided the big Lights Out Overture and there won't be any escaping the Deaded in the future. So then what have we got to look forward to? Hmmm.....
Well I've started my next (sorta) 'skeleton' ('scuse the pun!) draft of my riveting book titled "Our Decomposed Bodies Are Dancing' and in this humdinger of a doozie I talk about what we may or may not see after the pump station pops and the life in us stops . What do we see, if anything at all? 'The light' probably gets the Viewers Choice Award and it's a pretty nice option when you think about it. You might end up a tad out of breath (like completely!) and find it a bit overwhelming at first (being Deaded that is) but a good bit of light far and beyond should help raise the Spirits (all sorts of!). I'm sure you have heard many a story about the beloved 'seeing the light' in all sorts of guises, you know, dazzling, white, brilliant, rays, beams, spaceship. But then there's the extras. Thingies like the Angels to take you away, the beautiful music (Blues Brothers and of course Elvis, maybe even Leonard Cohen strumming his old boy to the sound of Hallelujia!) and catching up with a few of the 'Dancers'. But the 'Light' is what we all want. The sign. Hopefully the rubber stamp that you have passed the Judgement Day Survey and you have some light to guide you on your way UPstairs, rather than the dreaded darkness of 'Nothingness' to plunder you to into the burning fires of DOWNstairs, the, ..... well you know, the unwanted burning fires, prickly prodder and all that jazz.
All up I think it's a given that the "LIGHT" will be well accepted when we are on our way, hey dot!
Over 100 billion of us. Deaded. Not one of us has avoided the big Lights Out Overture and there won't be any escaping the Deaded in the future. So then what have we got to look forward to? Hmmm.....
Well I've started my next (sorta) 'skeleton' ('scuse the pun!) draft of my riveting book titled "Our Decomposed Bodies Are Dancing' and in this humdinger of a doozie I talk about what we may or may not see after the pump station pops and the life in us stops . What do we see, if anything at all? 'The light' probably gets the Viewers Choice Award and it's a pretty nice option when you think about it. You might end up a tad out of breath (like completely!) and find it a bit overwhelming at first (being Deaded that is) but a good bit of light far and beyond should help raise the Spirits (all sorts of!). I'm sure you have heard many a story about the beloved 'seeing the light' in all sorts of guises, you know, dazzling, white, brilliant, rays, beams, spaceship. But then there's the extras. Thingies like the Angels to take you away, the beautiful music (Blues Brothers and of course Elvis, maybe even Leonard Cohen strumming his old boy to the sound of Hallelujia!) and catching up with a few of the 'Dancers'. But the 'Light' is what we all want. The sign. Hopefully the rubber stamp that you have passed the Judgement Day Survey and you have some light to guide you on your way UPstairs, rather than the dreaded darkness of 'Nothingness' to plunder you to into the burning fires of DOWNstairs, the, ..... well you know, the unwanted burning fires, prickly prodder and all that jazz.
All up I think it's a given that the "LIGHT" will be well accepted when we are on our way, hey dot!
Zat Chu, Lovey Dovey? Of course no ONE knows for sure what's going down when we all weeeell, aaarrgghhmm, go down. I mean this is the bit I'm trying to get through to y'all before it happens. There is no doubt that any sorta light beats the void of darkness, no? OhK. Pretty obvious really. Personally I would love a few dazzling white Angels come and share the Light with me when I 'Alexander' (Popoff). I just love 'em. They all smile, some have the most beautiful wings, not to mention that we are led to believe that our Angels are sent by God to look after us. So no doubt we should all have one at least.
So here's the deal as far as I can see. Whatever happens, happens. With a bit of luck we get deaded without much pain and ouching. Nice relaxed peaceful 'See Ya' without premeditative fear or suffering of any kind. Pretty cooool so far, hey dot? OhK. Then.......
The LIGHT. Just what we wanted. It's a good sign. Apparently it's pretty amazing light. Steve Jobs 'WOW'ed a few times when he saw it. The pathway to eternity. See. Getting deaded mightn't be that bad after all...... Just gotta get through the 'scaredy cat' bit first, hey?
Orrright, can't wait for the next bit of 'being deaded', hey dot?
But this is the bit I'm not so confident about. Pretty theatrical so you might need to get yourself in the mood, OhK. Use the IMAGINATION as best you can. While everybody (Mum, Dad, Debt Collectors and so on) is gathered around crying about your demise, you have moved on into the LIGHT. Yeeeeehaaar. Oh WOW. That light. Then the smiley Angels. And of course the MUSIC. Smiley Angel music. You know.... Harps. Violins......
By this time of course you have had the out of body experience to go with all of the other stuff. You don't need the old body any more, right. So, out you come. Now in the right form to mingle in nicely with the Angels, Spirits and of course, the LIGHT. All to the tunes of Leonard's Hallelujia. WOW, how coooool is this being deaded? But then you look up, smiling, into the LIGHT ......... Hallelujia ...... Hallelujia ...... Hallelujia ........
Oh Oh ....
So here's the deal as far as I can see. Whatever happens, happens. With a bit of luck we get deaded without much pain and ouching. Nice relaxed peaceful 'See Ya' without premeditative fear or suffering of any kind. Pretty cooool so far, hey dot? OhK. Then.......
The LIGHT. Just what we wanted. It's a good sign. Apparently it's pretty amazing light. Steve Jobs 'WOW'ed a few times when he saw it. The pathway to eternity. See. Getting deaded mightn't be that bad after all...... Just gotta get through the 'scaredy cat' bit first, hey?
Orrright, can't wait for the next bit of 'being deaded', hey dot?
But this is the bit I'm not so confident about. Pretty theatrical so you might need to get yourself in the mood, OhK. Use the IMAGINATION as best you can. While everybody (Mum, Dad, Debt Collectors and so on) is gathered around crying about your demise, you have moved on into the LIGHT. Yeeeeehaaar. Oh WOW. That light. Then the smiley Angels. And of course the MUSIC. Smiley Angel music. You know.... Harps. Violins......
By this time of course you have had the out of body experience to go with all of the other stuff. You don't need the old body any more, right. So, out you come. Now in the right form to mingle in nicely with the Angels, Spirits and of course, the LIGHT. All to the tunes of Leonard's Hallelujia. WOW, how coooool is this being deaded? But then you look up, smiling, into the LIGHT ......... Hallelujia ...... Hallelujia ...... Hallelujia ........
Oh Oh ....
The Dove of Love Above And there. In the distant mist. Through the LIGHT and what seems an eternity (even though you have no idea what an eternity looks like!). The silhouette. The sign of peace. No more darkness. Dovey. Yep, The White Dove. The eternal sign of love. The Love Dove. Lovey Dovey bird of peace, calm and happiness. Mmmmm Hmmmm.....
As if thingies couldn't get any better you look into the radiance. The brilliant harp and violins take you to the next level. Oh, the bliss. And beyond the LIGHT is The White Dove (notice the Upper Case!). Wings flapping majestically. She stops. Mid-air. She turns and stares at you. An encouraging glare into your Destin-ee. It builds. Hallelujia.... Hallelujia.... Majestic. Your Spirit joins the Angels and Leonard singing his song. With your brilliant white toga blending in with the radiance of the LIGHT, you follow The White Dove, your mind and soul now One.
One MIND
One SOUL
One LOVE
together with the eternal beauty of the LIGHT.
Hmmmm......
Not so baaaad maybe, this being deaded, huh?
All you gotta do now is make a CHOICE. Yep. While you still got a kick left you have to CHOOSE to BELIEVE in THE WHITE DOVE
........ just like MOI.
And when you do you can look forward with excitement rather than fear.
Pretty easy CHOICE when you THINK about it.
Coooool poem, hey dot.
Talk soon.
Zip.
As if thingies couldn't get any better you look into the radiance. The brilliant harp and violins take you to the next level. Oh, the bliss. And beyond the LIGHT is The White Dove (notice the Upper Case!). Wings flapping majestically. She stops. Mid-air. She turns and stares at you. An encouraging glare into your Destin-ee. It builds. Hallelujia.... Hallelujia.... Majestic. Your Spirit joins the Angels and Leonard singing his song. With your brilliant white toga blending in with the radiance of the LIGHT, you follow The White Dove, your mind and soul now One.
One MIND
One SOUL
One LOVE
together with the eternal beauty of the LIGHT.
Hmmmm......
Not so baaaad maybe, this being deaded, huh?
All you gotta do now is make a CHOICE. Yep. While you still got a kick left you have to CHOOSE to BELIEVE in THE WHITE DOVE
........ just like MOI.
And when you do you can look forward with excitement rather than fear.
Pretty easy CHOICE when you THINK about it.
Coooool poem, hey dot.
Talk soon.
Zip.
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