The Year of Magical Dreaming

The Universe Has Your Back

*No part of nature fears insignificance. Wonder what we could do with that kind of connection? #dreambomb

I wanted to share this beautiful poem from Robert Holden. This was a great Hayhouse World Summit interview, my first introduction to Robert: a complete rekindling of my own poetic voice from which I’ve strayed. I’m looking forward to getting back to writing verse. But in the meantime, here’s Robert’s exquisite piece inspired by A Course in Miracles:

A Mad Forgetful Moment

There once was a moment,

a mad, forgetful moment, that slipped

past eternity and into time.

And in that moment, mad and forgetful as it was,

out of nowhere, an entire world, separate from

God was dreamed up.

And although it was only a moment, 

it felt like forever.

And although it was only a dream,

it felt so real.

In this mad, forgetful world, the Ocean

prayed to God, “Give me water.

I need water.”

The Sun, brilliant and bright, would

pray, “Dear God, fill me with light.”

And the mighty, powerful, roaming Wind

would plea, “Set me free, set me free.”

One time, all of the sudden, and I don’t quite

know why, the Silence began to speak, “God

grant me peace, grant me peace.”

Then, Peace itself, fell to its knees, “Dear

God, please, what can i do to be more peaceful?”

Now, looking quite perplexed, prayed, “Dear God,

what next?”

Even Eternity began to pray, “I want to last forever

and ever and ever.”

Infinity felt small, “Dear God, help me to grow.”

And Life itself, began to cry, “I don’t ever want

to die!”

And You and I, the essence of Love, 

we cried out for love, “God please love me,”

we prayed.

“God, fill me with love,” we prayed.

“God, grant me love.”

Mad and forgetful as it was, that moment

in time soon slipped, tripped, and fell

away back into eternity.

It’s all over now, save the memory —

a mad, forgetful memory, it too

ready for eternity.

I love this poem because it speaks to our lack of awareness about our own abundance. We forget: the universe has our back. We ask for that which we were born with: freedom, love, compassion, and so on. Perhaps it’s less of a seeking from the outside and more of a rediscovering within.

If you got a chance to listen to the Robert’s Hayhouse interview, you heard him talking about the enneagram. I’d never heard of it, but I just took the free personality test and it was spot on for me. I’m a #7: The Enthusiast–in good company too–Amelia Earhart, The Dalai Lama, Ram Dass, JFK, Jefferson, Franklin, Mozart, Galileo, not to mention: Britney, Clooney, Pitt, Diaz and many more. I’ll have to add some of these names to my distant mentor tribe;)

Robert’s next book will cover the power of the enneagram. I’m intrigued. I love the concept of not trying to change who we are necessarily, but rather get more in touch with our true inner workings so we may maximize potential and give back to the world the best version of ourselves.

It reminds me of Michelangelo’s famous quote, “I saw an angel in the block of marble and I just chiseled ’til I set him free.”

I leave you with this: What number are you on the enneagram? I’m curious. Are you a poetry fan? Who’s your fave? What one poem?


Much Love,