A shallow pool of stirring quiet
a vortex of grief
twisting me into
ungenerous belief.
Lost in the past
of reflecting asleepness
eyes turned within
navigating weakness.
Alone in the dark
the daydream is spent
I carve out a name
from a memory that is bent.
Surrendered in despair
hopes bulb flutters by
the touch of a dew drop
kisses my eye.
In order to live
a heart of loves fashion
learn to forgive
through tears of compassion.
Sweet touch of nature
you heard my call
I open,
I flower,
I listen to all...
Never again will I harmony mourn.
"The imaginal swirls with symbols, myths and forms of the unconscious mind of the individual, collective and universe as one - echoing the bridge between eternity and form.
The place where the dream can become known to itself, can be heard and deeply honored and lived.
The lucid dream is essential, formless, intangible and unknowable, yet deeply felt and lived...touching the heart of the dream within the dream, with the love of consciousness.
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