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“The Last Tear” From Michael’s Book “Dancing The Dream”

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain.
“Get out!” I shouted. “These are the last tears I’ll never cry for you.” So you left.
I waited hours, but you didn’t return. That night by myself I cried tears of frustration.
I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness.
I waited months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my heart, I cried tears of despair.

How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt.

Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness. I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May wine.

A tear of gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft fingers touched my cheek, and you bent over for a kiss.
“Why have you come?” I whispered.
“To wipe away your last tear,” you replied.

“It was the one you saved for me.”


“Heaven Is Here” ~ Poem Written By Michael

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 bird, 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

‘Once Again’ Poem For MJ by Elizabeth D. Cook

once again i felt the emptiness
once again i prayed for comfort
once again, God reminded me
that He brought him back home…
home away from all the craziness…once again.

my young years have seen much death
my heart has endured much pain
but I wasn’t prepared for it
to hurt this deeply once again.

we never know and we cannot guess
when it is our time, our destiny
to lay our earthly bodies down
for lasting, eternal rest.

my heart is somewhat confused & very melancholy
remembering all that he was & is to me
nevertheless, my soul knows that he
is no longer burdened, depressed, or in misery.

he exists where angels and birds fly…
he can forever dance on an endless blue sky
his spirit is now at a restful peace
he relaxes with the Saints on a lovely royal seat

the angels, cherubims, and seraphims
rejoice with all the Heavenly host
that he is finally back home…
once again.

“The Fish That Was Thirsty” ~ Written by Michael, June 1, 1992

Michael Jackson’s first book of poems and essays, titled “Dancing The Dream” was released on June 1, 1992.

One night a baby fish was sleeping under some coral when God appeared to him in a dream. “I want you to go forth with a message to all the fish in the sea,” God said.

“What should I tell them?” the little fish asked. “Just tell them you’re thirsty,” God replied. “And see what they do.” Then without another word, He disappeared.

The next morning the little fish woke up and remembered his dream. “What a strange thing God wants me to do,” he thought to himself. But as soon as he saw a large tuna swimming by, the little fish piped up, “Excuse me, but I’m thirsty.” “Then you must be a fool,” then tuna said. And with a disdainful flick of his tail, he swam away.
The little fish did feel rather foolish, but he had his orders.
The next fish he saw was a grinning shark. Keeping a safe distance, the little fish called out, “Excuse me, sir, but I’m thirsty.” “Then you must be crazy,” the shark replied. Noticing a rather hungry look in the shark’s eye, the little fish swam away quickly.
All day he met cod and mackerels and swordfish and groupers, but every time he made his short speech, they turned their backs and would have nothing to do with him.

Feeling hopelessly confused, the little fish sought out the wisest creature in the sea, who happened to be an old blue whale with three harpoon scars on his side. “Excuse me, but I’m thirsty!” the little fish shouted, wondering if the old whale could even see him, he was such a tiny speck. But the wise one stopped in his tracks.

“You’ve seen God, haven’t you?” he said. “How did you know?” “Because I was thirsty once, too.” The old whale laughed. The little fish looked very surprised.
“Please tell me what this message from God means,” he implored. “It means that we are looking for Him in the wrong places,” the old whale explained. “We look high and low for God, but somehow He’s not there. So we blame Him and tell ourselves that He must have forgotten us. Or else we decide that He left a long time ago, if He was ever around.”
“How strange,” the little fish said, “to miss what is everywhere.”
“Very strange,” the old whale agreed. “Doesn’t it remind you of fish who say they’re thirsty?”

“Wings Without Me” ~ Poem Written by Michael

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 unearthy 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 actaully 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, eveyone grows wings.

Michael Jackson