Bruce Drouin is a chicago-based writer & poet. his spiritual
guidance is drawn from nature and within man himself. he has
published, "the music of my soul" "starbursts"
"as a leaf" "a book of prayers", "divine
thoughts" and the poetry book, "star child." www.healspirit.net
- What is the
Is it an EXISTANCE?
IS it BEING ?
- Or did someone invent an illusion or
- "perception" our common
which someone calls "facts"
based on calendars
and clocks which tell "time"
so someone can invent "history"
to tell us what we should
believe, dream, and become?
So to make it even more real
This illusion someone invented
linear time and space and
"science" to prove someone's myth
or "religion" !
To study our own existence
which is always
and only understood in
our own self or
universe is really redundant
anyway isn't it?
- So who's existence then
are we really studying or
- Why then are the animals so afraid of us?
And why doesn't Mother Nature
stop and pay alert attention to us-
to this serious circumstance
we seem to be embarked on?
and why don't the trees
get so bent out of shape over all of this?
Does it really make a difference anyway?
It's your Box!
- E C H O
- Going out ***ping
- The departure
Coming back ***pong
A hero's journey is like an echo
Wallowing in empty space
Filling it up with sounds
Back and forth
Like a ping pong
Going out and returning transformed
"ping" and return "pong"
Vibrations of sound
Impacting on each other
This pounding symphonic resolution
Produces sparks as ideas collide
VERTICAL SLICES OF
LINES OF WHITE IDEAS
SLICES OF LIGHT
Splicing into more lines
Slicing and dicing
Filling out the space with brightness
Dancing splitting apart
Into more lines
And spreading out
Each vertical line splits
Like hairs standing up and becoming more
As they break apart they spread out
Web like AURORA of golden light
Opening each line up and
Spreading it out in a shimmer
Of golden light
As each light form becomes
A Weaver of light forms
Like an accordion drawing itself
Outward and inward producing
A sound called an echo
A return back to the original line
This expansion and retraction
Creates the Music of light
A SYMPHONY of
S L I C E S L I N E S
Dissecting and dividing
Expanding and illuminating
AN A U R O R A
E n E r G y is the idea which
F o R m S L I G H T
F o r m s
L I F E ///// / // // / / // ////
////////////////////////// // / / / /
which like light split apart
from union with each other
into more forms and then go back
into each other
These slices of lines which we are
We ignite and spread out from sparks
From the combustion of seeds with soil
In the womb of the earth
We were created
A pong from the ping!
From THE EYE
Of the S O U L
"Oh Universe touch the tuning fork
which splits the light which creates
the soul a V I B r A t ion Of an IDEA
called joy which grows from the dance of light spreading joy
in the dance of light
and all we touch
we touch darkness
and it is filled up with light
we touch the conscience which is
the evolving conscience of God"
LIGHT IS THE JOY OF THE SOUL
OF THE BIG SOUL
THAT DANCES AROUND ON
THE WIND OF LIGHT
Which carries the "Ping Pong"
"And we hear the sound of the wind in the trees which
like a musical instrument register the vibrations of the universe
The ever evolving harmony of light
The stars that twinkle above us draw our breath away unto
it - as we become entranced and connected with it and we fill
up the space that expands between us and the star
And our distance becomes one
Filled with same feeling
Connected by the same idea which created us
We are one
In THE AURORA of LIGHT
UPON THE STREAM OF LIGHT"
"We are stars you and I along the milky way of light
whose stream is a wave of sounds
Carrying light winding along the rhythmic current of molten
light bubbling and sparkling and flowing along the current
Erupting and expanding into more light
More golden light
As we feel the strong current of light pulling us along its
vast milky way,
We are each units NOTES
Along the symphony of light which spreads out like an ever
expanding scale of musical notes all meeting each other along
Our sounds intermingle and create new sounds
Sounds of joy along the way the milky way of music of light
composed by an idea
Whose thought is never ending
And forever expanding!"