The New Age of Too Much Information

So much information these days              

so many words so many voices so many beliefs so many ideas

so many images so many personalities so many stories so many events 

so many opportunities so many lights so much movement

              so much to know

              so much to do

it seems

the floodgates have been thrust open like never before

and somehow

on some level

I feel responsible for it all

for keeping up

for keeping track

for knowing

but today

I look at this feeling head on

I examine our current reality clearly and logically

and I cut myself a break

for me

it’s just too much

to keep up

because

as passé as it may be

I value simplicity

clarity and pure presence

in this moment

3-D life over lit up 2-D portals into other’s dimensions

we are losing sight of our own present moment

by staring into these screens

these flashing, seductive lights

mesmerizing

ever morphing

are filtering our consciousness

from our very bodies

from our very surroundings

from this very moment

we are each a bright star

that will burn out too fast

our precious gem of consciousness sparkles and fades

and will not last

so

with that in mind

tell me

to whom

to what

do we give the gift of our consciousness

with whom

with what

do we share this divine present

are we aware

of its quality of light

of the texture of the air around us

of the sparkle in our own eyes

or in the eyes of the being next to us?

are we able to fully receive and inhabit the gift of right now?

are we here?

or have we fallen down the rabbit hole dream of

the Age of Too Much Information?

it’s getting trickier and trickier to stay awake….

dreaming into day

one a.m.
i sink into my stoop and surrender
to the mellifuous meander of moonbeams and dreams
woven from my open heart
      and the dark cloth of night
                                 this night
      gentle and spacious
my song
     boundless in its prophetic cadence
i pray
under the moon
        a patient witness with its sweet steady gaze
the sky
   vast and shimmering
    a vault of jewels deep and flickering
    that i cast my wishes into

i lean into the loosening breath of the night
and release my song
                          long and relentless
into this wilderness of shadow and light

may it crystallize with the break of day
   like dewdrops in the morning haze

as the diaspora of night's shadows strays
  may all fears be undone
  with the orchestral sweep of morning sun

as the air is awash with rays of a new day
may our spirits be washed of all yesterdays

and may we rise
   with spaciousness of spirit
under the potent promise of today