Having mentioned meditation in my previous post, it seemed appropriate to write this as a follow up. The message is partly in the title of this post, but the experience is captured in the following poem, “The I in Me”.

As you will probably realise, this poem comes from a personal experience I had last summer as I walked our local beach with Shadow, my K9 buddy.

It was a glorious summer day, quite warm but not blisteringly hot. We stopped for a while and I lay on the stones with Shad beside my legs, her leash looped to my belt buckle. All thoughts of work left for a short period of quiet relaxation and stillness.

Those periods of quiet relaxation and stillness are very beneficial, and something we tend to do too little of. They allow time for quiet contemplation; a time for thoughts to surface if they will, or not; a time to be still and allow the power in you to guide you in what you most earnestly desire.

Yes, I know… this might seem “far out” to you.
I think “woo woo” is the current term used by others who seem to smirk at these sort of teachings… as if the message conveys the impression that I might be “on” some substance that the authorities probably frown upon… but that’s not the case.

Self-induced feelings of euphoria can be called upon at any time, whenever you choose. Not harmless, like some hallucinatory substance that might possibly kill you… and if taken frequently, most probably will. This is all quite harmless meditation and, as I said, can be very beneficial, if only from the relaxation perspective.

Even so, what comes from such periods of stillness can sometimes be quite “weird” until you come to understand and accept them. Whichever way you choose to interpret what you experience is up to you, if you choose to gain insights from meditation or following similar practices.

I can only relate my own experience and with it my own “take” on what I felt in that moment. Trying to explain it fully in the context of an article only detracts from the experience, so I feel a quick description of “getting in the mood” is sufficient as an introduction. The experience itself is described as captured in the poem.

The first three verses describe what I actually saw, eyes open; how the clouds, as they start to block sight of the sun, reveal the image of a moon. Now, I’m just an interested observer, not a scientist, so I presume the moon image was a reflection of the sun itself onto the top of the passing cloud.

Another strange effect was how the clouds were drifting from overland towards the sea, yet the moon image seemed to be moving in the opposite direction.

This part I can understand because the moon image, obviously a reflection of the sun, would be static, and the movement of the clouds created the illusion of the image moving in opposition. Add in the fact that the sun was heavily clouded at some of those times and, as such, there was no static reference point.

Anyway, all this fascinated me so I lay down, closed my eyes, and what I saw on the screen of my mind comes next… described as accurately as I “saw” it, with the last two lines giving the title for this poem.

The colours, shapes, and movements were truly “out of this world”.
All colours of the spectrum and, as you might imagine, the final image being the one to satisfy me and send man and dog back to reality.

It was exactly like the image of an eye.

My interpretation of the experience, the image, and the message?

We’ve been told it so many times, and I believe it’s true… that we all have within us everything we require, in order to be, do, have, or become whatever we choose. It’s up to us to look for it, to see it and recognise it, and then to act on what we have.`

The way to awareness of your own potential and other benefits of insight comes from stillness and silence, with a quiet mind and not forcing any thoughts in the process.

I hope you like the poem and that you understand what I’ve tried to convey.
With that said… Enjoy Peace in Your Silence.

KenW
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The I in me
by Ken Woolcock

Candy floss on azure sky,
mares’ tails gently wafting on,
not perturbed or whisking flies.
Cumulus now obscures the sun,
and cobalt comes to fill my eyes
as clouds reveal a phantom moon.

The blazing sun through clouds still beams,
as if to command their respect,
demanding that it shall be seen,
sun’s mirror image the clouds reflect
to send it back from whence it came,
like a harvest moon some might suspect.

The clouds drift by from right to left
and turn the sun’s glow off and on,
and as they do, from left to right,
another image seems to come
t’ward cloud breaks at equal speed
to be consumed by the hungry sun.

I stop to think of astral mysteries
and, puzzled, lay to close my eyes,
then dancing orbs fill my mental screen,
changing colours, size and shapes ne’er seen.

Healing colours, Power shapes
take me to a distant place.
There’s a Loving feeling so serene
in this far off place I’ve never been.
The orbs, like nymphs, enticing me
to be like them and wander free.

Scarlet blends crimson with magenta edge,
shades of green from lime to sage,
Gold to brown, and in between,
such perfect colours I have rarely seen.
Purple, lilac, mauve, pure white,
my body swathed in healing light.

Coloured orbs then dance so sweet,
pulsating as a heart might beat,
some large, some small, in gentle tones,
make the picture now complete.
An elliptical image now sets me free…
and I know that I have seen the I in me.

Copyright:- 04 June 2008 - Kenneth G Woolcock