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                     PART 2                       

MANIFESTATION OF THE IDEA
(NATURE)

We are one Spirit

The only reason we appear different is that the Spirit has entered into each of our different forms
Like air entering into a paper bag that's filled up with the wind  and blown about or like balloons filled with air!
So we humans are the dance of the Spirit
  in different bags or balloons of different shapes, sizes  and we're all dancing about to different tunes  going along different paths
Moved by the Spirit of the Wind 
  in the symphony of life!

 THE PAINTING
A blue canvas
With streaks of
yellow white
red black brown
 A sun, a cloud
A river, a mountain
Furry creatures...
then, the
Yellow White Red Black Brown
 Two-legged-creature
Reaching out for the brush!

 

  The Best Show in Town

People! Old, Middle-aged, Young
Scenery! “Places”, seasons, panoramas
Intermission!  constantly changing
Stories! Conflicts/resolutions
ever occurring in the daily drama of our lives –
  HUMANS  all of us! 
Time is running out!  
 Only one per customer! 

    

Like a Tree 

Like a tree our species
Comes from a seed
Searches out
Takes root
Moves then into a trunk
Upward
Extending
Outward  into reaching  branches
Stems and leaves
Yet unlike a tree
Which only knows of itself
As all in one entity
We perceive ourselves
From separate branches
Stems leaves
As separate entities
Like a tree
We continue to grow
Further  upward  outward
Becoming more beautiful branches
Stems leaves
More aware of the vastness we begin to fill up
Reaching extending closer to the higher and larger
DIVINITY   

    

The Stream of Life
Life is a stream We are each units NOTES
Along the symphony of light which
spreads out like an ever expanding scale
of musical notes  and create new sounds
Sounds of joy along the way the milky way of light composed by an idea
Whose thought is never ending 
    And    forever   e x p a n d i n g!”

 

I Am but a Beautiful Blossom

My petals multiply
To infinity
Each new one is younger
Each old one dies
Making room for more
 As the past dies the future enters
And I grow and grow
So Beautiful

Beauty

Radiating from within to without
In sensitive sparkle
The flower
Of the face blossoming into
A radiant smile
A beacon of hope along the way
A charm that magically unfolds
A gentle voice singing a serene song
To soothe the soul
A tearful eye so generously inviting
Tenderness
A relaxed rosy face
Calm and warm
The twinkle of an eye
The flowing heart
The body balanced, moving freely
Alive in space
Playful
Attracting  

To the Hearted 

O how fragile
Art your beauty
It is in the gentle spirit
I find you my love
It is in the eyes
Of the gentle deer
Looking into
My soul
And soothing me   
How strong!          

The Plant

 I plant my roots
And search by growing out
New roots for spiritual food
To grow stronger
Upward and outward
Heavenward
Feeding the beauty
Of my blossoming self
Yielding
Fruit  leaves  flowers  branches
Dropping seeds
For which I multiply
And continue to root and search
The deep spiritual soil
Which is my anchor

  

Like a Tree

Like a tree our species 
comes from a seed
Searches out
Takes root
Moves into a trunk
Reaches upward expanding 
into branches and leaves
All one tree
We continue
Upward   outward
Becoming more 
as we branch out
reaching and extending
to the Divine
 

 The Upside Down Tree

With my Head in the ground
Fertilizing my roots
Sending  sap up my
Trunk
Oozing out
from  my
Timber limbs
I yield the fresh scent
Of pure beginning
My  thousand legs
Dangle and dance
As I try to reach
The sky beneath me
I get all tangled up
In space
The moon is flirting with me
She teases me
I can see her enjoyment
In my perplexity
My seed
Explodes
I sprout forth branches
Of beautiful green waves

 

 “The Park Bench”

Scene-  any place you choose
Characters – anybody; as many as you choose

 ACT1
The characters wander on
-          They talk with each other, argue, eat, make love, sleep, wash,
                                                  Dress, act out, parade around in different costumes, play their games,        
-          Amuse each other, isolate, weep, celebrate
You’re gone; so are the others

 ACT 4
-     Three children are seen playing on a park bench 

        And so on
World Without ENd Amen

 

On My Way
 
Alas! 
You have come too late 
For I have already gone
And I have moved along
And you already behind 
I do not look back for my way is up ahead

 
Like the Giant Ant

 We know only our purpose
To build great ant hills
Castles upward
To a higher level

And we are constantly knocked around
By invisible something
Which moves us
Stops us 

Our scientists and astrologers
Our mathematicians and poets
Our politicians and weathermen
Provide us with the conclusive 1/infinity of what we are all about

So we think BIGGER


 BABEL 

Talk talk talk
Chatter chatter chatter
The noise becomes deafening
And those who were listening
Cannot hear anymore of all that
 NONSENSE!   
Words to create illusions of pictures
Which create desires that we agree on
 and nobody really knows the same thing
of what someone else means when they are saying
nothing that they are talking about
you know what I mean?

 Backward I Go Forward 

The same street
                          A different time
I remember
                    Last summer
The innocent boy
On the bicycle
                     Riding down this street
He’s traveled
                            Off
In time
with that season
And I on New Year’s Eve
Look down the same street
Knowing I’ve been here
Before
Knowing that we’re all traveling
On this street
                We cannot see
                             Where we’ve gone
                                                            Or where we’re going
 

 Ride the Vibe!  
We ride the vibrations
Carrying us like rafts
On rapids
Vibrations
We ride
On the harmony of life the stream of life's falling
Carrying us
On the waves of life currents
Flowing
into all

 Infinite Door

 Locked entrance
a  barred rectangle
protecting
reflecting glass squares
The Door
leading inward
through each
portal deeper
inward
to find a
reflection
of himself
looking out

Night Shadow

the moon is

her face
her ear
A   star
a pin of light
she is aurora
invisible
the darK mysterious space

Waves of Silk

 

the virgin moon
peaks at me
as passing clouds
like silk curtains
unveil more of
her white oval
mystery

  The Rearrangement

Clouds move across
he skyway
like freighters moving out
of port
to another destination
in space
While hours later
another fleet moves
in the opposite direction  
Toward Heaven
Streaks of white light
Whose winds
Mark the busy flights
Of angels
Passing through
Moving currents about
Rearranging

God’s creative ideas

 

 PART 3  
Revelations 

THE BOX

 What is the
UNIVERSE?

Is it an EXISTENCE?
IS it BEING ?
                                     Or did someone invent an  illusion or
                 “perception” our common
 illusion
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
Relatively speaking
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
                  …reinventing
                 …agreeing on
                …reincarnating?

 

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!

Perpendicular
Joining in opposition
holding cross sections together
my disposition
whose constitution
must be for
the empty space
I was meant to fill

Reincarnation

Or Evolution
The evaporation and decay of matter
into the ethereal
Space
Invisible
Becoming visible
Becoming invisible
Appearing  Disappearing Reappearing in 
different forms of molecules 
different shapes
Evolving into the visible 
from the invisible into the invisible
Depending upon what the human eye sees
Matter is never destroyed ~ always transforming
Evolving
Reinventing into shapes visible and invisible
To the human eye
All around us and through us
all matter is space
Time is relative
Or not at all
Depending upon what evolution
One is in rhythms around us 
Are the molecular music
Of evolution
Of matter
Of space
 O do you occupy this space?
Of the universe?
We are a universe!

Yes, I (am) matter!
Do you mind?
Does it matter?
Yes, it matters!
What is the matter (with your) mind?
My mind must be (the) matter!
Then, can matter perceive matter?
Can mind perceive mind?
If it matters?
Does it matter?
Yes, it matters!
I must matter so I perceive matter!

 And matter is mind and I matter and I mind
And my mind must matter
And I perceive my mind
My matter!
Careful I’ll change my mind!

Then, you mean you’ll change your matter?
Can matter change matter?
If my mind can change my mind
And mind is matter
Then matter can change matter
And mind can change matter
And matter can change mind
My thought is  from my mind
I think therefore I know I  am

And I use my mind to think that
I know I am
And I matter
Because I think I matter
And matter is mind-mind is matter
And I can change my mind
Which means I can change my matter
And my thoughts can change
And then my mind can change
And then my matter can change

 And if the universe is matter
And I perceive the universe with my mind
Then it matters and it must have a mind
Because the universe changes its matter and
If thought and mind and I and the universe
All matter
Then all can change their matter/mind/universe

My mind is constantly changing
My matter is constantly changing
The universe is constantly changing
And if my thoughts perceive the universe
Then I see what is invisible or visible 
depending upon what the eye or mind sees 

And the universe can change and since universe
And mind and matter are only a perception of thought which can change
Then the universe and I and matter can change each other can change
Reincarnating ourselves from new ideas into
Forms shaped by the visible and invisible
Rhythms forming a different universe which
materializes   matter I realize
***********************************

Exposed

To all too similar
shapes
which are solidified
where I began
and ended
lies beneath
the shapes
which are

Footprints

have been there
before
for we see our path
left behind
surreptitiously
and know from shoreline
debris
its tide will come again
to claim what’s left behind

Did shapes tell us? UUU
Something?
Like curved lines?
Or straight lines which
Are shaped repetitively
Like a drumbeat beating
A cadence or rhythm
Which makes us understand
Shadows?  

 

Shadows

as concrete
winding to day’s end
shapes of what
is known
figures that
occupy no space
and shape the thoughts
of what is yet unknown

as concrete
winding to day’s end
shapes of what
is known
figures that
occupy no space
and shape the thoughts
of what is yet unknown
 

An Epoch

In darkness
We fell
And the earth shook
Split apart!
God moved

The oceans opened up 
The skies parted
The sun came to a halt
And all ceased in awe
As the universe stopped
and knelt before
Its Majestic Creator
 And His Spirit
Was felt by the force of the winds
As flights of angels
Made ready for
the Most Beautiful ONE

Trumpets called out
Echoing throughout every
Corridor of His Universe
Great legions of Angels   
Flew in Unison
While fires showered down            
From all the Stars in the galaxies
And the great portals of Heaven   
Burst open
Brilliantly lighting
Up the Universe
With Golden Bliss
Like moving lava
Melting  away
All  paradigms of separation
In the Universe
Bathing it with warm flowing golden splendor
and ALL became divine    
 ALL
was ~ is ~ would be
forever and ever

ONE

 

CANNON        

And the angels moved
The clouds struck
And the sound echoed
But no one heard the silence
Awaiting the movement

 A bird sang
The skies awaken
And light up
As the clouds rearrange
The next movement begins

 A star bustles

And the earth opened up
And the snakes came forth
Through the world and the animals mooed
And the lawn mowed
And the coffee purred
And the cat brewed
  And all became
Silent
And no one knew
The wind that blew
The star that tumbled
And all that jumbled
And all that garbled
  As the snake that
Slithered
Through the world
Leaving its eggs
Tempting us with apples
While no one among
Us saw

Grabs an apple and

Another one bites the dust ~

Chawah dahwah"
Are the stars out tonight?  Maybe a million people pass by
But they all disappear from view 
 Dear oooo
 I don’t know if we are in a garden
Or
on some crowded avenue 
Dear

WHY? 

Since we are all stars
Why do we analyze?
The why of our brightness
Or the how of why we shine?
And with an answer
Where is our happiness?

Time

Is only a period of energy
which has been blown up
dispelled separation
fragments
like droplets of splintered mercury multiplying
in order to return to its original form
of equal energy
of equal force
of equal energy
which set it apart
now the invisible force 
which separated into smaller parts 
re-ignites the spark within each droplet
to come together for a
  Big Bang !    

 

The Rapture
(REVELATIONS)

In darkness
We fell
And the earth shook
Split apart! 

And the Lord thy God
WALKED

And the oceans opened up
The skies parted
The sun came to a halt
And ALL ceased
In awe 

And the Most Holy One
In Silence
Fell us
Amidst our disturbance
We knelt
Before HIS GREATNESS 

To awaken our souls
In stillness
With His TERRIBLE JOY
Gladdening our Hearts
From beautiful Despair 

Restoring us
In His Divine

LIGHT

           EPILOGUE

                 echo

A hero’s journey is like an echo

Wallowing in empty space
Filling it up with sounds
Which echo
Back and forth
Like a ping  Going out and returning 
transformed“ping” and returning “pong”
Vibrations of sound
Impacting on each other
Forms ideas 
This pounding symphonic resolution
Produces sparks as ideas collide
VERTICAL SLICES OF
LINES OF WHITE IDEAS
SLICES OF LIGHT
TRANSMITTING SOUNDS
  Opening up
Splicing into more lines
   Vertical lines
Multiplying
Slicing and dicing

  Filling out the space with brightness
Pulsating  dancing 

Diminishing
Dancing  splitting apart
Into more lines

And spreading out
Each vertical line splits
Like hairs
Straight lines
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

  a SYMPHONY
S L I C E S    L I N E S
Changing constantly
Dissecting and dividing
Expanding and illuminating
AN  A U R O R A
Emanating  expanding
Recollecting  rays
Vibrations
Split light
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 notes
We ignite and spread out from sparks   
From the combustion of seeds with soil
    In the womb of the earth  
   where we were created
                     AN ECHO!
  A pong from the ping! 
                                     AN ECHO! 
                        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”

From THE EYE  (THE MIND)  Of the S O U L     
   which splits the light
 which creates  
   the soul – a V I B r A t ion
Of an IDEA (DEA = DEUS meaning GOD)
otherwise known as I GOD
I GOD and I DEA
are one and the same ~
I AM from GOD
So an idea is from GOD
WE are that idea from GOD
We are the reflections
THE ECHOS
   the sounds 
coming from God 
and going back to GOD
like an echo
ping pong  
We are IDEAS
which grow
from the Mind of God
in the light we go out
and we return
all along the milky way    
   as stars
 the IDEAS
in God's MIND
and what we call space with all its stars
” is” or “I AM”
   the MIND of God”  

"I AM THE ALPHA AND OMEGA ~ 
THE BEGINNING AND THE END"
 Revelation 1:8

The Song in the Wind

We sit under the stars
listening to the music of the wind
blowing the leaves in the trees,
while we gaze up at the stars  which
draw our hearts and we become
one with them and we fill the space that
expands between us as the distance between us
becomes one filled with the same feeling
connected by the same idea which created us.
And we gaze into each other's eyes you and I
and all around us becomes a symphony of  eternal night
whose music is voiced in the wind
and we have transcended time you and I
and the stars and the night and the earth.
Together we make up the music
the music of our souls
and we hear it played back to us
in  the song in the wind. 

"Shhhhh! The wind is blowing. Hearken, it’s the voice of God!"

 

COPYRIGHT 2002
Bruce A Drouin
All Rights Reserved

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About the Author  

Bruce Aaron Drouin was born December 9, 1952, in Chicago, Illinois. 
Educated B.A. from the University of Illinois and 
M.A. from Northwestern University. 
Has taught higher education for 28 years and directed theater for 17 years.
Born into Italian, Irish, and French Canadian ancestry, he learned from his elders both their culture and their struggle to adapt and prosper in America. As a child of the 50's, 60's, and 70's,  he was able to experience the rapid and tremendous changes of a culture struggling through profound tragedy and revolutionary, technological, and sociological change, thereby internalizing a deeper respect for the inner strength of mankind. Through overcoming countless traumas and successes through efficacious spiritual healing, he has been able to reach young and old through teaching, conversation, listening, and writing.  
 His travels extend throughout every state in the U.S. and parts of Canada, Mexico, and Europe. His outdoors/mountain adventures provide fertile ground for his spiritual growth including being taught in childhood by the Franciscans and American Indians. Through his experience with both Western Christian/Judæo and Eastern Spirituality he has attained a broader understanding of  Humankind in God. Throughout his life he has conversed with hundreds of people on a deeper human/spiritual level, thus he shares in an empathy for his fellow beings.  Bruce Drouin on his life:
“The older I get, the more childlike I am in awe and wonder.  
I used to fear age, but actually Life becomes more beautiful and liveable with age; I become stronger, more peaceful and more receptive to the infinite abundance of blessings all around and become less attached to the material short lasting things thereby becoming more secure with the LIVING eternal constants within Life.”  Fantasy is just nowhere (never-never) Reality is everywhere!”  Human interaction with all Life is a necessity for me. Spirituality is Reality.   After all, we are Spirits having a human experience!”

Since his recovery from a fatal illness Bruce Drouin  
has been writing poetry and healing literature most of which appear on this website.  Many people have used his prayers and articles to help them use Spirituality for their own recovery. He is now working on his new book,  The Kingdom Within.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

to GOD who/which IS Love, Light, Energy, Change, Life Creating, Wisdom, Seer, Always REAL and Present Consciousness  who/which inspired this work and brought all that is necessary for me thus far.

And THANK YOU MICHAEL HARBY
who discovered I had a Gift and encouraged me to write.