I am 1 –
a pin point on the map
where a push pin could be put
and if I download the app Find My Phone
and I walk around with this distracting device,
I would be a pulsing red (or is it blue?) circle
going from home to work to grocery to deepest woods
where even there persists the drone of cars
full
of other 1-s going to their work and their homes.
I am a pulsing circle of 1 in my bed for hours each night
secretly escaping my locale
beyond the perception
of such surveillance
in the secret room that monitors all the 1-s goings and comings,
yet
the lotus blooming in the heart of 1-s is invisible.
Caesar still collects his coins;
he never stopped, you know, and
the body gives its flesh and bones to the dirt,
but the lotus heart blossoms alone,
pulses outside detection
in this plane
beaconing to the 1 distance
that cannot be measured.
You and I are already meeting there
and here, in our skybox seats
disguised in words
pretending to play along.
Thom York dances it…
Lotus Flower (Radiohead):
I will shake myself into your pocket
Invisible
Do what you want
Do what you want
I will sink and I will disappear
I will slip into the groove
And cut me off
Cut me off
There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
And now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free
There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if, just to see what is
I can’t kick your habit
Just to feed your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart
We will shake and we’ll be quiet as mice
And while the cat is away
Do what we want
Do what we want
There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if, just to see what is
The bird that’s flown into my room
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
I dance around the pit, the darkness is beneath
I can’t kick your habit
Just to feed your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart
Life as Improv 
Marga …you enchant with ” but the lotus heart blossoms alone ” …and Radiohead is a favorite for sure ! A provokingly beautiful poem you share , Thankyou . love , megxxx
I’ve been out of all the loops, of late! I hope you are doing well. I look forward to a visit your way, soon!
xo!m
Just tapping digits with digits 4A121 between satellites and the cold, starlit vacuum of space. Great work dear Marga, as even I can see in my binary isolation on the other side of the bleeping world. TY used to be my neighbour!
Hello fellow beeping blip! Just past your digits, you must have some fine rubbing elbows for the likes of TY (and do I also recall another acquaintance with Hans Zimmer?). TY fascinates me with his full use of himself as an instrument. I am overdue for a viewing of Contentedness – Hope to see you soon over there!
Yes, the cranial RAM is serving you well Marga; I used to know HZ when he was a struggling little Buggle with only his father’s huge fortune to his name, poor thing – now he has that and his own. 🙄
Hello M! So many of us 1’s going dark, going off the grid– pulsing points of light that wander off the edge of the screen… and then…! It does feel like we’re already meeting there, in that field backstage, from which we draw forth the rabbits from our hat. I really feel there’s some distance without measure that we somehow need one another to mark, some gathering place we know that lies at ninety degrees to the plane on which phenomena seem to appear…
Michael
Secret agents leaving cryptic notes in the cracks of stone buildings, subway pass-offs of plain wrapped packages, coded messages for the time and location of the rendezvous at the edge of the forest…The after party (or maybe even the Cast Party one could say) is sure to be a blow out. Over and out into the phenomenon(al) morning – the red wolf howls from the den at dawn, gathering storm due west. 🙂
sometimes it seems
there’s too much
to handle without
the help of an app 🙂
App-propriately
noted, Mr. David.
However did we arrive
here before their invention?
How did we know where we were?
understood, Ms Marga!
seems we’ll continue
as we always have
applying
ourselves 🙂
Yes, what fun, meeting there in our skybox seats pretending to play along. Beautiful poem Marga. I read it to Don.
Alison
I’m blessed to get to not only get to sit near your two but I also get to see the view in front of your eyes – as your dots move in the expanded world !
I’m such a technophobe… constantly forgetting (?) my phone. To whoever is monitoring the blips, I appear to never leave my desk. Last 2 lines were my favorite–so sad, so true.
Sometimes, from a wider angle, I actually feel the playing along is just play – like dressing up and pretending to be the person I am, while also zooming out to the larger awareness beyond just this little me-ness that I am right now. You help me see a bit of a play in the words – on one hand, the pretending can feel quite sad, as if participating in life is just an act, but at the same time, it is just still just an act, but understood and thus a creative act. Oh, do I make any sense at all? It is okay, either way —especially between you and me – two kindred phone forgetters. 🙂 Thank you for commenting. Your name suggests to me you know all about disguising and playing along 🙂 xo! marga
Hello Margo… Catching up on my old friends who creating the selection of true awakening experiences with me 2 years ago… How are you and do you fancy writing about where you are now on your unique journey in life? I love your post and understand that it’s getting more and more differ cult to express in words how we feel these days…. But life is good… Love to you X barbara http://memymagnificentself.com/2016/01/26/february-challenge-inspiring-others-by-your-unique-awakening-experience/
I love seeing your lovely continence in the little window in the corner of your post! I’m afraid the delay in my response speaks to the way time is flowing in this section of the stream for me. I would like to carve out a window of time to not only participate, but to delve into the stories of others on your site. Are there any dates left? Thank you for asking me, and if it is all full up, no worries at’all! I am happy to enjoy from the sidelines just as much!
Wonderful Margo, everything has its time and I have for you the 13th February… a great number for a wise lady… The stories are all wonderful, unique and I’m sure will inspire many to dare and be brave themself into opening up to the depths of life… Love to you, Barbara x