A poem - reality and creative dimensions

Gary

The Cosmic Force
FOTCM Member
Hi,

I just wanted to share this poem, which I wrote when I was a life model a couple of years ago. Staring at a piece of abstract art on the wall, I could make out many different images, which I found fascinating, as they seemingly manifested on the canvas. It made me aware of the power of meditation or just being, as on another hourly session I found my mind had created a whole art exhibition in great detail - perhaps in a creative dimension? I have read with great interest what the C's, Laura and others say about densities and dimensions, in particular creating a dimension. I have questions regarding this subject; how, why and the ramifications, but will use the search engine first and post when and where appropriate.


Pareidolia


Fat orang-utan, scarf and tie,
Mona Lisa blindfolded – do echoes lie?
Jesus Christ permanently faded,
Colours vibrant, spirits jaded.

Beneath multiple pigments aliens conspire,
Mercenary mediums and techniques for hire.
Illusion in clarity, reality clouded,
Multiple examples of Turin shrouded.

Energies creative within a condensed vibration,
Irrepressible polarities – despair / elation.
Images blended within the observer’s mental palette,
Momentary rapture not constrained by ego or wallet.

Creativity f r e e d or creativity t-e-t-h-e-r-e-d?
Is your Om muted?
Are you conditioning weathered?

Trans – mog – rif – ication,
A tear in the veil – a glimpse of salvation?
 
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