MICHAEL JACKSON "DANCING THE DREAM"

“Dancing the Dream” is a book, that Michael Jackson wrote himself and wich contains Poems and Reflections. Through this book he shows you his personal view of life and his spiritual development. For me it’s the best book I had ever read, because one can read so much between the lines. No other spiritual book, that was ever written, can teach you more. I know, that every Michael Jackson fan has this book at home, so I renounced to put all the poems it contains, here on this webpage. For those of you, who don’t know this book, read my favorite poems and if you enjoyed it, then go and buy it for yourself to discover the rest.

DANCING THE DREAM

Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I'm dancing, I've felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I've felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing and dancing.......and dancing, until there is only......the dance.......
		© Michael Jackson

MAGICAL CHILD

Once there was a child and he was free Deep inside, he felt the laughter The mirth and play of nature's glee He was not troubled by thoughts of hereafter Beauty, love was all he'd see He knew his power was the power of God He was so sure, they considered him odd This power of innocence, of compassion, of light Threatened the priests and created a fright In endless ways they sought to dismantle This mysterious force which they could not handle In endless ways they tried to destroy His simple trust, his boundless joy His invincible armor was a shield of bliss Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss The child remained in a state of grace He wasn't confined in time or place In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed Soothsayers came and fortunes were told Some were vehement, others were bold In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature With the rest of the world he shared no feature Is he real? He is so strange His unpredictable nature knows no range He puzzles us so, is he straight? What's his destiny? What's his fate? And while they whispered and conspired Through endless rumors to get him tired To kill his wonder, trample him near Burn his courage, fuel his fear The child remained just simple, sincere All he wanted was the mountain high Color the clouds, paint the sky Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly In nature's scheme, never to die Don't stop this child, he's the father of man Don't cross his way, he's part of the plan I am that Child, but so are you You've just forgotten, just lost the clue Inside your heart sits a Seer Between his thoughts, he can hear A melody simple but wondrously clear The music of life, so precious, so dear If you could for one moment know This spark of creation, this exquisite glow You would come and dance with me Kindle this fire so we could see All the children of the Earth Weave their magic and give new birth To a world of freedom with no pain A world of joy, much more sane Deep inside, you know it's true Just find that child, it's hiding in you
	© Michael Jackson

WINGS WITHOUT ME

	It was August, and I was looking up at the sky. With one hand shielding my eyes, I made out a falcon soaring on the currents of hot swirling air. Higher and higher it spiraled, until with one unearthly shriek, it disappeared. All at once I felt left behind. "Why did you grow wings without me?" I mourned. Then my spirit said, "The falcon's way is not the only way. Your thoughts are as free as any bird." So I shut my eyes and my spirit took off, spiraling as high as the falcon and then beyond, so that I was looking down over the whole earth. But something was wrong. Why did I feel so cold and alone? "You grew wings without me," my heart said. "What good is freedom without love?" So I went quietly to the bed of a sick child and sang him a lullaby. He fell asleep smiling, and my heart took off, joining my spirit as it circled over the earth. I was free and loving, but still something was wrong. "You grew wings without me," my body said. "Your flights are only imagination." So I looked into books that I had ignored before and read about saints in every age who actually flew. In India, Persia, China, and Spain (even in Los Angeles!), the power of spirit has reached, not just into the heart, but into every cell of the body. "As if carried aloft by a great eagle," Saint Teresa said, "my ecstasy lifted me into the air." I began to believe in this amazing feat, and for the first time, I didn't feel left behind. I was the falcon and the child and the saint. In my eyes their lives became sacred, and the truth came home: When all life is seen as divine, everyone grows wings.
	© Michael Jackson

WHEN BABIES SMILE

When dreamers dream and kiss their lover And rainbows weave and splash their color Those are moments so gloriously alive We take the plunge, take the dive Into the abyss We are suspended awhile Those are moments when babies smile Those are moments when fate is unsealed Nothing is impossible and we are healed We can soar, we can fly Walk on fire, navigate the sky In the light of a glittering star There's no distance, nothing is far Those are moments of innocent guile In the glow We are suspended awhile Those are moments when babies smile Those are moments when the heart is tender When seascapes gleam in magnificent splendor When the laughter of Heaven reverberates the Earth And we are renewed in a new birth In a timeless Eternity In the angels' fraternity We romp and roll The playground of our soul In the twilight We are suspended awhile Those are moments when babies smile Those are moments we're one with God All is well, nothing is odd In silent reflection We feel our perfection We are the source, we are the crucible Nothing can hurt us, for we are invincible There is no sin, there is no sinner We can only win, we have felt the glimmer In the bliss We're floating awhile Those are moments when babies smile Kingdoms topple, lose their class Civilizations crumble, ages pass Turbulent tempests ravage the seas Violent killings, despite our pleas But dewdrops sparkle when children play Tyrants cry, there's nothing to slay Fairies dance and goblins sing All are crowned, all are king In the Garden We frolic awhile Those are moments when babies smile
	© Michael Jackson

MARK OF THE ANCIENTS

	He had lived in the desert all his life, but for me it was all new. "See that footprint in the sand?" he asked, pointing to a spot by the cliff. I looked as close as I could. "No, I don't see anything." "That's just the point." He laughed. "Where you can't see a print, that's where the Ancient Ones walked." We went on a little farther, and he pointed to an opening, high up on the sandstone wall. "See that house up there?" he asked. I squinted hard. "There's nothing to see." "You're a good student." He smiled. "Where there's no roof or chimney, that's where the Ancient Ones are most likely to have lived." We rounded a bend, and before us was spread a fabulous sight - thousands upon thousands of desert flowers in bloom. "Can you see any missing?" he asked me. I shook my head. "It's just wave after wave of loveliness." "Yes," he said in a low voice. "Where nothing is missing, that's where the Ancient Ones harvested the most." I thought about all this, about how generations had once lived in harmony with the earth, leaving no marks to scar the places they inhabited. At camp that night I said, "You left out one thing." "What's that?" he asked "Where are the Ancient Ones buried?" Without reply, he poked his stick into the fire. A bright flame shot up, licked the air, and disappeared. My teacher gave me a glance to ask if I understood this lesson. I sat very still, and my silence told him I did.
	© Michael Jackson

GOD

It's strange that God doesn't mind expressing Himself/Herself in all the religions of the world, while people still cling to the notion that their way is the only right way. Whatever you try to say about God, someone will take offense, even if you say everyone's love of God is right for them. For me the form God takes is not the most important thing. What's most important is the essence. My songs and dances are outlines for Him to come in and fill. I hold out the form. She puts in the sweetness. I've looked up at the night sky and beheld the stars so intimately close, it was as if my grandmother had made them for me. "How rich, how sumptuous," I thought. In that moment I saw God in His creation. I could as easily have seen Her in the beauty of a rainbow, the grace of a deer bounding through a meadow, the truth of a father's kiss. But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God's creation embraces me. We are one.
	© Michael Jackson

TWO BIRDS

	It's hard to tell them what I feel for you. They haven't ever met you, and no one has your picture. So how can they ever understand your mystery? Let's give them a clue: Two birds sit in a tree. One eats cherries, while the other looks on. Two birds fly through the air. One's song drops like crystal from the sky while the other keeps silent. Two birds wheel in the sun. One catches the light on its silver feathers, while the other spreads wings of invisibility. It's easy to guess which bird I am, but they'll never find you. Unless... Unless they already know a love that never interferes, that watches from beyond, that breathes free in the invisible air. Sweet bird, my soul, your silence is so precious. How long will it be before the world hears your song in mine? Oh, that is a day I hunger for!
	© Michael Jackson

ARE YOU LISTENING ?

	Are You Listening? Who am I? Who are you? Where did we come from? Where are we going? What's it all about? Do you have the answers? Immortality's my game From Bliss I came In Bliss I am sustained To Bliss I return If you don't know it now It's a shame Are you listening? This body of mine Is a flux of energy In the river of time Eons pass, ages come and go I appear and disappear Playing hide-and-seek In the twinkling of an eye I am the particle I am the wave Whirling at lightning speed I am the fluctuation That takes the lead I am the Prince I am the Knave I am the doing That is the deed I am the galaxy, the void of space In the Milky Way I am the craze I am the thinker, the thinking, the thought I am the seeker, the seeking, the sought I am the dewdrop, the sunshine, the storm I am the phenomenon, the field, the form I am the desert, the ocean, the sky I am the Primeval Self In you and I Pure unbounded consciousness Truth, existence, Bliss am I In infinite expressions I come and go Playing hide-and-seek In the twinkling of an eye But immortality's my game Eons pass Deep inside I remain Ever the same From Bliss I came In Bliss I am sustained Join me in my dance Please join me now If you forget yourself You'll never know how This game is played In the ocean bed of Eternity Stop this agony of wishing Play it out Don't think, don't hesitate Curving back within yourself Just create...just create Immortality's my game From Bliss I came In Bliss I'm sustained To Bliss I return If you don't know it now It's a shame Are you listening?
	© Michael Jackson

HEAVEN IS HERE

	You and I were never separate It's just an illusion Wrought by the magical lens of Perception There is only one Wholeness Only one Mind We are like ripples In the vast Ocean of Consciousness Come, let us dance The Dance of Creation Let us celebrate The Joy of Life The birds, the bees The infinite galaxies Rivers, Mountains Clouds and Valleys Are all a pulsating pattern Living, breathing Alive with cosmic energy Full of Life, of Joy This Universe of Mine Don't be afraid To know who you are You are much more Than you ever imagined You are the Sun You are the Moon You are the wildflower in bloom You are the Life-throb That pulsates, dances From a speck of dust To the most distant star And you and I Were never separate It's just an illusion Wrought by the magical lens of Perception Let us celebrate The Joy of Life Let us dance The Dance of Creation Curving back within ourselves We create Again and again Endless cycles come and go We rejoice In the infinitude of Time There never was a time When I was not Or you were not There never will be a time When we will cease to be Infinite - Unbounded In the Ocean of Consciousness We are like ripples In the Sea of Bliss You and I were never separate It's just an illusion Wrought by the magical lens of Perception Heaven is Here Right now is the moment of Eternity Don't fool yourself Reclaim your Bliss Once you were lost But now you're home In a nonlocal Universe There is nowhere to go From Here to Here Is the Unbounded Ocean of Consciousness We are like ripples In the Sea of Bliss Come, let us dance The Dance of Creation Let us celebrate The Joy of Life And You and I were never separate It's just an illusion Wrought by the magical lens of Perception Heaven is Here Right now, this moment of Eternity Don't fool yourself Reclaim your Bliss
	© Michael Jackson

QUANTUM LEAP

	I looked for you in hill and dale I sought for you beyond the pale I searched for you in every nook and cranny My probing was at times uncanny But everywhere I looked I found I was just going round and round In every storm, in every gale I could hear your silent tale You appeared wherever I went In every taste, in every scent I thought I was in a trance In every quiver I felt your dance In every sight I saw your glance You were there, as if by chance Even so, I have faltered Despite the fact, my life has altered All my doubts were struggles in vain Of judgments made in memories of pain Only now, by letting go I can bask in your glow No matter where I stray or flow I see the splendor of your show In every drama I am the actor In every experience the timeless factor In every dealing, every deed You are there, as the seed I know now, for I have seen What could have happened could have been There is no need to try so hard For in your sleeve you hold the card For every fortune, every fame The Kingdom's here for us to claim In every fire, every hearth There's a spark gives new birth To all those songs never sung All those longings in hearts still young Beyond all hearing, beyond all seeing In the core of your Being Is a field that spans infinity Unbounded pure is the embryo of divinity If we could for one moment BE In an instant we would see A world where no one has suffered or toiled Of pristine beauty never soiled Of sparkling waters, singing skies Of hills and valleys where no one dies That enchanted garden, that wondrous place Where we once frolicked in times of grace In ourselves a little deep In that junkyard in that heap Beneath that mound of guilt and sorrow Is the splendor of another tomorrow If you still have promises to keep Just take that plunge, take that leap
	© Michael Jackson