Spiritual and Inspirational Poetry and Writings by Michael Levy - Point of Life

Poetry - by Michael Levy

Selected poems from the 165 poems in the book 'Worry Causes Wrinkles'.



A Poem Without Reason by Michael Levy
 
A poem written for no particular reason,
 not knowing anything,
 not knowing what theme to single out,
 not knowing anything,
 not knowing what word follows,
 not knowing anything,
 not knowing where thoughts exist, 
 not knowing anything,
 the most priceless words
 ever written, develop from
 empty space, where discovery seed impressions...
 voids, where currents of authentic images blossom,
 to inhabit without separation,
 in harmonic peace with nature.

The Poets Invocation. By Michael Levy Aug 2002
I am but the leaf upon the vine of life,
In natures care by the grace of spirit,
The wind conveys your becalmed voice into my soul,
It feeds the universal breath of existence in my macrocosm.

May you effect my cause.

I seek your wisdom as my guiding light,
Cultivate my mind with your paradigms,
Strengthen my resolve to your accords,
Fortify my veracity to release my doubts.

May your vision enlighten my eyes.

Sun and moon majestically beam your luminosity,
I Behold elegance and dignity in your expressions,
Help me to transmit them into words,
My time is scarce and knowledge wanting. 

May your undiluted truth filter to my hand.

Teach me the rhythm of the cosmos. 
The rhymes of a hidden universe.
Channel heavenly poetry into human kind,
Conduct celestial orchestrations to my dancing neurons

May Spirits magnetism nurture my intelligence

A Picture With–In a Picture
by Michael Levy March 11th 2002
Pray silence please,
Enter the zone of infinite possibilities,
Pip...Pip....Pip... what are the messages?
Communications with truth...no form, just a "Light" breeze.

Pip ...Pip...Pip... what could this mean?
Information from Atom, in Eden's Garden rainbow,
Ah! the apple...what's in its core? 
behold the heart of spirit, yes indeed; life within a seed.

Pip..Pip..Pip... a signal for the flag of vera-city
A Picture In Picture, who we are.... not what we seem.
The outer featured pretenses, a facade colored flesh dream.
And the inner core of humanity, wisdom's voice speaks; Pip...Pip...Pip.

A Picture within a Picture, all played out on earths world wide screen.
Michael's Portrait by C.A. Marcier

From the revised version of What is the Point?
(To be Published)

A HAPPY HOBBY HORSE

Lets raise our glasses and make a toast,
to a simple pastime we embrace the most,
joy is our hobby, what a powerful force,
entering the human race as a happy hobby horse.

Contentment of living should never be a wager,
keep a steady pace, don't become a galloping major,
jockeying for position could make us interfere,
in the celebration of life which we all hold so dear.

Steering our course on the right track,
reining in the anxiety that sometimes does attack,
a smile on our face we'll be in the frame,
a photo finish winner, more happiness will be our gain.

Every moment, a pleasure, no whip to crack,
with love on our saddle there is no looking back,
cantering up the straight, gifts of wonderment unfold,
jumping over hurdles, lead by a soul of gold.

©  August 1999 M.L.



PEACEFUL SLUMBER IN THE FOR REST OF THE MIND.

Listen! How sweet sings the breeze, merrily off trees,
whispering wonderment, the ear quietly it does please,
nurturing souls, drifting to Celestial splendor,
beauty unfolds, as into peaceful slumber, coils surrender.

Castles in the sky, growing columns of inspired aspiration,
silver shadows flowing through all generations,
warm cocoons of mortality, linked by silken threads,
webs of lives where comfort embeds.

Serenely rests the head of time,
pillows puff by wisps of the sublime,
mellow moments spark a fusion sphere,
perfumed gardens alight, dancing nymphs are near.

Oh mindful forest flower, rivers many bridges cross,
branches leaved with neurons, invisible flakes of frost,
tender is the night, spirits lovingly caress,
sleep well my children, aware God will bless.

©  October 1999 M. L.



From Minds of Blue, Souls of Gold


THE BLISSFUL SILENCE

In the silence of my thoughtless mind,
I leave the pettiness of condition behind,
I feel the exaltation of God's kiss,
I truly am in a wondrous divine bliss.

In my peaceful harmony I am immersed,
floating weightless throughout the universe,
I feel the comfort of a glowing ember,
in a timeless world, an ecstasy to remember.

One on one, God as God in a field of gold,
an endless flowing stream, never feeling old,
worth more than all the treasure can bestow,
I rise up in an everlasting eternal glow.

In this state of mind, beauty is all I find,
this is the Cosmos gift for all man kind,
it's time to light the torch, don't be frightened,
in Silent Meditation, you will be enlightened.

© October 1998 M.L.



BOLTS OF BLUE

In the stillness of a moonlit night,
silvery beams of glistening light,
the eerie movements of formless clouds,
brief glimpses of their shadowy shrouds.

In blackness enveloped we surrender to the night,
the velvet warmth protecting our sleeping flight,
the darkness unfolds a dream of Spirit's vision,
a time not separated by mankind's division.

In dreams I am without a care,
ecstatic sensations without form, an air of flair,
waltzing between the stars, serenading violin strings,
surrounded by hosts of goodness, joy flying on wings.

Kingly visions up above, in an endless stream of love,
hearts of majestic lions, messages within a dove,
rocking gently in the cradle of creation,
the electrifying brilliance, a magnificent sensation.

Bolts of power from "waves of blue",
dimensions in space and time, all thoughts renew,
illusions of imagination transforming to creativity,
essence of the dream, designed by a Soul let free.

© October 1998 M.L.



From Enjoy Yourself - It's later Than You Think


THE GRAVY TRAIN

Take a ride on the Gravy Train,
clickerty clack on the track to a gain,
wealth and fortunes to a destination with no name,
no signals to stop, forgetting the station from whence we came.

The journey of a lifetime, seeing love in money,
hands in the pots, grabbing all the honey,
no time to taste the sweetness, collecting all the jars,
blinded to the sidings, filled with rusty cars.

Looking out the window, see the years whizzing by,
still stoking up the furnace, driven to be the fastest to fly,
racing with all the locos, missing all of natures beautiful shows,
messengers with no message, answers only the devil knows.

Coming to the end of the track, alas no brakes,
crashing into oblivion, ego is all it takes,
all the wealth piled high, smoldering in a heap,
going round in circles, in the abyss of the deep, mankind begins to weep.

If only love can be found, but where do we look,
born in happiness, then consumed in misery, because fate overtook,
bliss is waiting quiet and still, for us to switch on the power,
Time to use our own free will, arriving on Spirit.s Hour.

© February 1999 M.L.



THE LAND WHERE SOULS PLAY.

An awakening to dawn mist on the water,
flowing Spirit's streams to God's altar,
purifying essence whistles through the trees,
images of the sacred blowing in the breeze.

Flights of fancy from birds up high,
feathers of many colors filtering through the sky,
sun, moon and stars envelops Earth's dome,
we're all birds of a feather, finding our way home.

Spectacle of mesmerizing movements flashing in the mind,
melting pots of humans, secrets hard to find,
love all embracing whispers on the wind,
no physical presence, ecstasy from a light dimmed.

Gifts of joy enmeshed in music and dance,
visualizing images filtering in a trance,
warriors in a drumbeat at journeys end,
back to the womb of creation enmeshed in a substance blend.

Wondrous dreams in the stillness of the dark,
journey on uplifting voyages in paradise park,
thunder and lightening points the way,
a prelude to the land where Soul's play.

M.L.




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