dreamtime continues

Agitated, observing, moving fluidly in the multi-tiered library.

So much to take in, be drawn into, imaginary conversations with

bright-labeled books.  The library like a horror movie medieval towar,

fearsome.  Lightning storm, steep stone climb from a college holiday

fair far below.

Immersed in sharp colors, sensual, deeply felt geometries.  Circus

fools, acrobat costumes, hidden rivers along highways thicketed in

mystically perfumed foliage.  Scenes never seen in waking life, yet

perennially home, in dreamtime,

Puissant, what drugs want to promise.  Free theater customed

to a singular crowd.  Instant, hologrammatic slice of eternity.

Perhaps a gift, brief respite from agonized responsibilities.

Respite from cold, pain, everyday injuries of innumerable mites

infected with pestilence, endless war.

In the innocence of dreamtime, what have you seen?

Creature, being, created from singular experience cocooned in dreaming.

Meditating, sitting, silent, still, watching metaphoric artfilm of revealed

truth waft like oracular smoke over beauty of this deep-blue pond contained

in floating ice offset by fog-faded mountain awareness.

Stories unencumbered by beginnings, by logical progression, by

boundaries, yet pure and strong as sacred text.

That meat-suit we use for interface, to find and absorb sustenance,

input that makes us dependent on a scientifically defined world,

magically transcended, hours transformed outside of measurement,

of time.

Even those horrific, catastrophic images that angrily cast you back

into a waking sweat and terror, even they are breakthrough respite,

catharsis to contain, secure, untenable memories, fears.

Immerse with your story’s most salient themes.

 

 

3/6/19

science and dreams

You seem to think it is a social good

to be discourteous, unkind, to

call names, discriminate against

those you decide worthy of such

for not believing as you do in “science”.

How, exactly, do you define this “science”

in which you proclaim such fervent faith?

 

 

3/1/19

 

 

 

Those dreams, those dreams, to live only there

where it all makes nonsense that feels so inevitable.

Dream places connected in hyper-clear intensity

-- hard hills of snow become Summer fountain festivals

on opium fields, sickly sweet and sticky bun bewitching,

that cloying ecstasy you never want to leave.

Those snow-robed mountains, forests, royal Guard,

calling so softly, so forcefully, Sirening in, holding

for exhibition.

Who we are in dreams, unobserved for critique,

pictures imbued with emotional sensation speaking

directly to our most private desires.

To live in dreamtime, free of censoring reality,

what would that mean?

Tell me your dreams.

 

 

3/3/19

#anti-ism-ist

Not a performer

An observer, a chronicler

of what I see.

 

 

 

A sane and healthy planet

of sane and happy people

who figure out our core values,

work to embody heart and soul

in our social reality

 

 

 

Why be stuck in “isms”, theories

based on beliefs from the past?

 

delegitimize concepts of war and wealth

 

Underline and all CAP:  Without a functioning planet,

no other issues matter.

 

 

 

[relaxation centers – perhaps retrofitting a bankrupt hotel – crowd sourced, invested as cooperative effort]

 

 

It seems stupid, lazy and short-sighted, to fit our public policies in theories based in past bias and beliefs.

[short-hand to condemn each other]

Rather, let’s get together and figure out our goals and how best to be them, then do the work to create and implement

the policies that take us from here to there.  #anti-ism-ist 

 

 

Not so much Party as personality wins votes.

 

 

We each have our unique relationships with what we believe to be god(s)

We all have ideas of what we mean by “god” based in pervasive and literal mythologies.

 

 

 

2/24-25/19

dreamtime in process

That dream again

running, running

but your feet are stuck, enmeshed in pavement

though all of your intent runs in terror.

Demon warriors form themselves in the grey cloud that surrounds you, become denser, full 3-D attack.

You find yourself at war with your pillow, trapped in twisted sheets.

Another damned day to get through looms beyond the dream-storm tossed bed.  

laws

Moral Majority, law and order,

appealing to people’s vanity and fear

 

 

So men who can only procreate through rape

legislate to keep their DNA in play

 

 

Everywhere, signs

Everywhere, sadness rippling,

funereal blues, drumming

ever slower, ebbing

connection, ebbing time.

 

Everywhere, shrinking, dying.

Everywhere, depleting, engulfed

by agony, bleeding out.

 

Can you, will you, sing into

endless night, tell me a story

of survival

of happy children at play in concert

with verdant Earth?

 

 

could we mitigate ocean heat

using it for energy?

 

 

2/16-21/19

2/2-13/19

What would You do

if you knew you wouldn't fail

if money were no object

if you had nothing to prove

if your will were free and wild

if you loved your inner child

if your wishes would come true

with no nasty consequences due

?

 

 

 

 

 stop relying on old thinkers from a different time

think anew on what we want and how to get there

 

 

 

 

mornings are hard

all that stinging sunlight and expectations

interrupting the vast solace of sleep

 

 

It’s not rule of law

or rule of the King

It’s rule of what enough

people believe

 

 

Curiosity is what we need

to get anywhere

 

 

Chaos promotes control

promotes anarchy

all immovable objects

call forth irresistible force

Yin-Yangs

reality reduced to 101

 

 

Role play plays a role

Feel those rules we need to know

 

 

The quality of your character

is not about what you are born with,

but what you do with it

 

 

Lyrics’ rhythm that makes its own music

 

 

Words that can give strength

 

 

2/2-13/19

for Brigid's Day

For Brigid’s Day

Who am i to bow to You --

me shorn of love, without honor;

You an enduring Goddess,

long honored for your bounty

of knowledge, thought’s ground water

poured, shared, carried forward.

Goddess of brides,

of hope, of visions, of poetry.

We who want a deeper future for ourselves,

more kind, more wise,

a better definition for humanity,

assemble on bended knees to

beg, accept, express your beauty.

Humans alive to art,

flow of mystic cavern seas,

can synergize, can command,

manifest as Magick.