When was the last time The mirror spoke the truth Quicksilver satin lines In shallow dimensions A cloud of unkwowning Sinking beneath the tides Simple seasons seem to tell us of our fate Sight unseen to eyes Journeys through the looking glass Let her heart believe the lies she comes to know; There is only make-believe within the light of day The circles ever round about Where hearts come out to play Only essence still in time Takes the sinner home Lost in some embarrassment as if we may have known There is no other way to keep the truth Of some forever never been The sacred trust forgotten with the world within this dream Take my heart for it is yours My days are not my own The light surrounds this side of heaven Where destiny as falling waters sealed the words forever writ into the stone
This thing following me everywhere I go running and still it haunts My every move Even in clouds On rain splattered streets I am haunted By this fellow Darkness in the light of the moon Unveils the source of my fears To be transparent Would allow Too much for the world to see Myself could not remain Should the light pass through Revealing my all!
Snow covered landscapes
Memories frosting our lives
Talk of simpler days
Passing years in our youth
Moments without judgement
Remain in dreams
Formed in the twilight before
Ever there was
a way to remain
In the joy and laughter
This then the dream
Forgotten at the gate
Sought in ten thousand shades
Of blue beneath a star dappled dome
The world ever asked
The life we once knew
Is there a line across our lives
Emotions rooted in color fades
When the heart finds hope
and eyes refuse to fear the dark
Time is all I have to keep
And all now you’ve given up
Faded leaves are washed away
In snow melt seen turning to clay
Rivers run cold as the hills unfold
Letting down in their winter dreams
Maples will fill up-rushing again
For the sweetness of life to become
Was it hard to go with no hand to hold
at the crossroads when waking to dreams
I’ll wonder at this and a thousand things
In the days that are mine still ahead
For today you see I’ve no time to cry
No way to find all the tears
I’ll keep them for you to come when they’re due
In a place and a time left to find
How far have we gotten in our self awareness? Are we aware of our awareness – are we conscious of consciousness? This is the debate of nihilists, atheists, agnostics, and the devout for ages of time.
Of course many – and perhaps they are blessed – don’t pause to ask the question, or never pause at all, except when exhaustion takes them, and they (we), literally “fall asleep”. Children do as a routine, and it is truly a blessing, for both parent and child; They are both free to wonder at their world. For the children, where they came from and for the adults, to where they are going.
In this light, the paradox is who is dreaming, child or parent? Are we dreaming when we plan our future, choose the color paint for a bedroom makeover, or a vision quest for our new car with all the right stuff we want in order for it to be perfect. Is our child dreaming when she wakes in tears because her dragon left never to return? The paradox is yes, and no, as It is all conscious awareness in one realm or another.
Realms, like reason, need study. It is not an uncommon word, but not all that common either. Not a word, not a place we consider on an average day. We accept, acquiesce to the realm we are born into, the realm we are conscious within. Here we stand (or sleep) unconcerned about place, but often obsessed about having and holding things within it, rarely wondering how those cravings came to be. Acting out alone, or moving in a crowd. Are our lives truly ours?
Why? Why live in a realm and never ask – why here and not there. Why do we believe awake is real and sleep is dreaming. Pause here a moment and wonder why sense and cents sound the same, because in truth they are, both have real value. Step away from sense perception for a time in isolation and we will start to hallucinate. If we experience sensory deprivation for extended periods of time, the hallucinations can lead to physical and mental illnesses – look up Guantanamo enhanced Interrogation. Most will not consider realms other than the sensory one we experience in daylight and fear at night time. They will sleep, uneasy that their dreams could become nightmares, and yet live out nightmares in the day just as well and just as real.
Realm crossings happen to us all the time; Birth – death, sleep – wake, work – home, are the more familiar, more mundane compared to hallucinogenics, or anything mind altering, ecstatic – music, dance, immersive walks in nature. Are we aware of the effects, and are we conscious of our fear of some crossings yet look forward to others.
Do you agree realms exist, and would you be comfortable seeking to know more about their meaning? For realm crossings are a paradox of consciousness we should welcome regardless of source, and put fear aside until we accept our interpretation of the dream – of dreaming. Transitions, even as you look up from this page, you are realm crossing, consciousness changing focus inner to outer, outer to inner – as McLuhan tells us “all time, in a not shall’.
Places in our memories hold
The lines of time within our mind
Leaves and branches bent and blowing
Again into this world to find
This eternal light within us
Hidden in the shrouds we wear
Longs to lift the ever after
Letting go of all the fear
As we melt into the choices
Essence wakes as wills unfold
Echoes always here returning
To the hands and hearts we hold
Enter through the waters falling
What courage leaps to the abyss
As voices fade beyond the yearning
The sun awaits the virgin’s kiss