in my imaginary life
i'm never at a loss for words
never so stupefied by
someone's rudeness or gall
that i stand dumbfounded
and mute
in my imaginary life
i eat nothing but healthy
and organic food all the time
i don't succumb to fast and
lazy food when it whispers
my name
in my imaginary life
my house is always tidy
the dishes are always done
the bathroom spotless and i
don't fear random inspection
with white gloves
in my imaginary life
i provide my creative self
with a myriad of outlets
my life is one non-stop whirl
of abundant unfettered
expression
in my imaginary life
there aren't unaccounted for
hours wondering later exactly
how i spent them fearing that
a couch and tv might have
been involved
in my imaginary life
i tend to my soul on a daily
basis quieting my mind staying
aware letting go of old anger
and dancing with angels
in my dreams
in my imaginary life
(poem cross-posted at Moojo Cafe)
I'm going to make this a My Sacred Life post because I think that one thing that keeps us from experiencing the sacred in the moment is living inside our imaginary lives. It's hard to experience the sacred in moments when we're not present and aware. I place enormous value on imagination. I have a very active one, and I've been in love with my imagination since childhood. What I'm referring to is when we get a case of the "if only's" which can keep us from accepting what is. For me at least, when I get in that space, I'm not unleashing my imagination to soar to great creative heights. When I get the "if only's," I tend to bring out the big ol' Flintstones club--the better to bash myself over the head for all that I'm not doing. It becomes a diatribe about (what I perceive to be) where I'm lacking, rather than a celebration of where I'm giving to myself. And that's not the imaginary life I want for myself. I want one that's full of wonder and acceptance and joy and solace.
