If sleep could touch my cheek,
I would ask for her slender hand
a thousand times.
If sleep did fall upon me now,
I dare not wake.
No.
I dare…not…
Tag: Dreaming
It would be okay,
I believe,
If you were to make a wish
and put it in your pocket.
It would be okay,
especially so,
if the wish was sweet.
For a wish made carefully
is often much sweeter
if forgotten
(in a pocket)
and found
somewhere along the drifting line
of life.
Somewhere lovely,
of course.
Somewhere really quite lovely,
I would think.
Will I always dream of life beyond the creaky bones of now?
The other side of the hill will call again, no doubt, whispering: this is what your life could be.
And though my heart is full, will I always dream of something more?
Of the life beyond the life?
The echo of the here.
The shadow of the now.
Dreams are always somewhere else, aren’t they?In a place that doesn’t exist.
Shall I creep towards that place, knowing there is no destination?
Knowing the birth of a dream will only end it and call forth the birth a new one?
Knowing the dream train will never ever reach the station?
I am a body.
But I am dissolved
by the blinding light
of destiny.
Here I spin,
longing to escape
the heavenly dream
that hurtles through the soft
and quick
of me.
Catch me, hold me still.
Oh, the aching,
catch me.
Hold
me
still.
In the arms of the rippling blue night,
the darling dreamers
sing
to the Gypsy song of yesterday.
And with a gaze:
tomorrow?
And with a kiss:
yes.
Darling is the dream of waking up beside you,
knowing the world is perfectly still
for one single breath of mine.
And when sleep comes once more, meet me in the sky between us;
hold me by that darling river of ours,
until the sunrise brings you back to my day.
Darling.
Darling is the dream of you.
Darling is the everlasting dream
of you.
Where is this life that I cannot catch,
that springs and curls like the loveliest vine
around the spirit of me.
The sun falls on my back, and I run toward the open ocean.
The sand is warm between my toes, and I am on my way home.
To a new life.
A new hope.
A new dream:
to be all that I can be.
Love. Creativity. Inspiration.
Here I am.
Here I am.
When I was a princess,
all I wanted
was to be a girl.
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Let Them Come
To the weary traveler of life:
No wonder you are tired.
You have been running
for so long
away from the dreams that chase you.
Let them come.
Let them fall into you
and let the river have them do
whatever they will do
to your ready and waiting heart.
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Living In The Now
I just found a letter from an ex-boyfriend, tucked away in a little box covered in cartoon reindeers dressed as christmas elves. My goodness. Isn’t it the most amazing thing— to find little pieces of the past that take you right back in time, and ask you to dive into certain memories and feel them all over again.
In the letter, my boyfriend of the time had mentioned that he’d just watched the movie When Harry Met Sally, and he marvelled at how similar my personality was to Meg Ryan’s character. How funny! Only recently I was told that very same thing by a friend who knows the now version of me. I mustn’t have changed all that much in fifteen or so years, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. We’ll just go with: it totally is, okay guys.
It’s interesting. Only yesterday, coming down the mountain, I mulled over the idea of living in the present moment; thinking of the benefits, but also thinking of the fact that this now moment also restricts the human experience in certain ways. The memories, for instance. Beautiful memories that play in the mind like a movie, and play in the heart like the sweetest song.
The past does not exist in the present moment. Nor does the future. And yet such colour can be found in the times and places that once lived a moment of their own, moments that now only exist if a person chooses to allow them to resurface as conscious thought.
There’s also the matter of daydreaming— every dreamer’s staple diet. To live in the present moment is surely to rob those that identify as ‘a dreamer’ of a major part of their core essence, meaning, I suppose, that ‘a dreamer’ really would no longer identify as ‘a dreamer’ at all (omg, say it isn’t soooo!)
I guess the question I’m asking is: is the elimination of ego and identity entirely necessary, in order to live a happy, enlightened-ish life. Is it? I don’t know, I’d be interested in hearing some of your perspectives on this because I’m still a little on the fence.
Anyway, I’ve waffled on a bit there, haven’t I. I just think it’s kind of a fascinating idea, living in the moment. There is no denying that there really is such power in living for the now. Every piece of a person’s soul is present and available to be used, whereas, living in the past or future kind of scatters a person’s soul, causing it to technically be somewhere else (back then, or, someday.)
Have I absolutely confused you with all the existential rambling? Probably, and I hope not. I just think it’s an area of spirituality and mindfulness that’s a little bit restrictive to the human experience, depending on which way you look at it. It’s an idea I’ve been pondering of late, so I thought I’d share it with you guys and see what you think.
To live in the moment, or not to live in the moment. That is the question.
My answer is: ‘Umm…I dunno.’
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