Awaken to the Dream
Long before we are
birthed to this life,
to these bodies,
someone dreams us
into existence.
These ethereal threads
that are woven
throughout our life
hold the patterns,
warp and weave
of the holy meaning to
our days and nights.
When the sacred spinning,
the endless calling that
finally finds voice
in these magical
colorful carpets
of past and future,
finally find’s our
ear’s silent and still heart,
the awakening to the dream
brings full moments
of fulfillment.
Heavy beats of the clock
then encompass the no time
of standing in the shining role
we are born to:
to be completely,
entirely,
wholly,
ourselves.
Speak My Dreams
I speak my dreams and in
The saying of them
While still groggy with sleep
I often know
What each symbol
Relates to in my waking mind
He reminds me that it
Is OK to stay in process
To not seek to analyze
Or wrap up the mystery
In a package of “I know”
As it is in the “unknowing”
That the space abides
For the deepest living
Of the
Delicious
Often achingly
Beautiful
Incredibly powerful
unfolding moment
My Dreaming Babe
Now that you’re sleeping…
An angelic glow surrounds your tiny face
All traces of mischief and orneriness vanish
The tiny creases of concentration and anxiety relax
Into mere memories of lines
Your eyelashes lengthen to an almost absurd length
And the pout of your tiny mouth is irresistible,
A dream smile tugging at the corners
The sweetness of this small respite in your abundant energy,
Your push to learn, observe, touch, taste, and try,
Temporarily put on hold for such a short time
As your body dictates
Oh God, what beauty on your face-
I almost wake you as I bend to kiss
My dreamin’ babe
Armageddon
I dreamed about Armageddon last night.
It started as a bad storm,
like the movies
the sky was dark,
the wind and water grew
to a terrifying velocity
electricity filled the air with sharp cracks of thunder
pierced by sharped-tounged lightning
that exploded blindingly on the ground
in the dream I could smell
an acute acrid odor
that burned the nostrils and
informed those still alive–
there was no escape.
I wound up in a dark shelter with people I didn’t know
from all different cultures, languages and viewpoints
I tried to comfort in that mom-forehead-stroking way
but one bedraggled man I was reaching toward
had lost everything,
everyone
and his eyes reflected no desire for life.
Then a small boy was pounding at the portal to the humid room
where we all huddled.
He simply crawled up next to the man,
the man’s arms wrapped around the boy without words
and tears streamed down
the man’s haunted, shadowed face
for his loss,
and the boy’s.
I moved on to tend others who feared
what might come next.
Dream of Awakening
I dreamed last night
that I was attempting
to explain
to a young teacher
how a child
begins to put the world together
We were standing by a bush
I asked her to sense
the outer boundaries
of leaf,
branch
root
spaces between
fragrance
warmth
relationship
to insect
air
sun
earth
us
This led to
the miracle
of sight
and how it blinds us
the miracle of sound
and how it can keep us from
hearing the heart of
what is being communicated
the miracle of breath
and how we exchange
it,
the miracle of touch
and how we must
screen out
and focus attention
in order to go
beyond perception
to understanding
over and over again
as we expand
and contract
taking in
what feels new
and sorting,
comparing,
sifting,
and finding a place for the new to fit,
or more,
to fill the spaces
where losing understanding
may leave giant gaping holes
It was beyond beautiful.
I awoke to this wondrous world,
watching, smelling, tasting, hearing
touching, sensing
cold air on my face
birds in trees,
ocean waves crashing,
people in cars,
the hunger in my belly,
the tears in my eyes
the joyful yearning
I remembered,
once again,
how our unique
existence in our own
perceptions of the planet
is a rare and precious thing
I am trying to hold onto that
in these words-
trying to offer that
to those who want to
remember too.
