When we let go of the idea
that there is something wrong with us,
the stories of fear, deficiency, and loss
can be undone.
We don’t have to do anything
for healing to happen;
as we let go
and surrender our bodies to the Earth,
the healing takes us
and we are lifted in its embrace.
The moments of great letting go
flow into moments of great grace,
and a remembering takes place.
A friend gently reminded me
that my thoughts were creating
and my words were amplifying
And I saw
I wasn’t telling a happy story.
I felt justified
in telling my victim story,
I was just plain miserable.
So I decided to rewrite my story.
What will be possible
inside the telling of my dream
for joy, health, safety, and peace
for all beings?
What gardens will grow
and winds will blow
and friends will show
up smiling at my door
happy for friendship
honored to love
and ready for more?
In today’s prompt we’re asked to create a dream dictionary-esque interpretation of one or more of the words in this list:
I went with “seagull”. I’m a nature girl, and everything else besides “shark” is something manmade, and didn’t really make my heart leap up and want to crank out a poem. But seagulls are beautiful. So I’m going with “seagull”.
If you dream about seagulls, pay attention:
your psyche is speaking to you and
wants to tell you something.
If the seagull is floating on the surface of the water,
you are content to stay on the surface of consciousness.
Maybe it is time to stick your head under
and take a peek at the depths.
If the seagull is flying above the ocean,
you have broken free of limiting emotions.
Enjoy your new freedom!
If the seagull has become caught in a storm,
look for where in your life you might
be ignoring currents of feeling;
if you don’t address them, they will find you
and create noise and chaos until you do.
If the bird is with other seagulls,
you might consider exploring
a way to process your emotions
within a group setting.
If it cries, it’s time to speak up
about your feelings.
And if it’s eating from
a discarded carton of French fries
in a strip mall parking lot,
it’s time to clear away the litter in your life
and give yourself more healthy nourishment.
Something is slipping away.
Is it the love I once felt,
or is it the illusion of love
making way for a new truth?
I see him and I’m still grieving,
but something new is there;
a hope, a wish, a desire
for a better life,
a bigger adventure,
a time when I can be held
by someone who loves
without the need to keep tabs.
Back in this room,
back in this house,
I wonder how much more life I’ll live
before the dream becomes reality.
In the early morning
just before dawn
I had a lucid dream.
My body still asleep,
my mind became alert
that the reality I was experiencing
was, in fact, a dream.
I was facing a dark parking lot
standing on a narrow path
with the woods behind me,
and it struck me how creepy it was
to be there, just standing there
in the dark night alone.
And then I dropped something
(was it my keys??)
and I began searching in the plants
beside the path for whatever it was
I thought I had lost.
Suddenly, I realized,
I’m dreaming! There is no reason
for me to be here in a dark parking lot
at night by myself.
And then came the feeling of excitement
and the exhilaration that rises up
whenever I realize I’m awake
within my dream,
because now I’m capable of anything,
I can go anywhere,
I can have anything,
I can see everything,
the only limit is my imagination.
At such times
I usually choose to fly
just to verify
that I am in fact dreaming.
So I felt my body rising up
toward the sky.
And I had this felt sense
that I had tried so many times
to be in control of this sort of experience,
wanting to master the art of flying,
to be strong and capable,
taking myself wherever I wanted,
Now I wanted to surrender.
I wanted to surrender to God.
And so I let myself be buoyed up,
up, up, up,
until I was high in the sky
close to the stars,
and it was this feeling of being held
of floating in this vast ocean of stars
and it felt so good and so right
to just let myself be held.
I awoke then,
but the feeling has stayed with me,
and this image of being held
by a gentle, unseen, immense force—
floating in an ocean of stars.
at the end of a long day,
a blessing, a gift
to set it all down
and drift into oblivion.
The purpose of existence
waits for us in the morning
but for now
we close our eyes
to all of our daytime wants,
our worldly likes and dislikes
and travel inwards
to an uncharted land,
a mystery world
where what you thought you knew
where what you had completed
where your fears
teach you about
where your work really is
and your deepest conscience
and guides you back
to the truth of
who you really are.
I chose to deviate from the prompt for today. This one spilled out of me in the drowsy period post evening meditation, where although I was ready to sleep, I first needed to write.
Back home in Maryland…
I remember the warmth of the sun
and the sounds of the jungle
just eleven degrees north of the equator
in Costa Rica.
Was it all a dream?
Ah, but I have proof.
There are pictures on my phone.
Is my phone a dream?
Is this all a dream?
Ah, ma belle France
Qu’est-ce que je peux faire pour toi?
Les larmes tombent à l’intérieur
Je ne crois pas mes yeux, mes oreilles,
la voix de mon mari
me semble loin de ce moment,
ce n’est pas vrai, pas vrai.
C’est un cauchemar,
et je vais me réveiller bientôt.
Ma belle France,
Ce qui s’est passé–
ce n’est que mon rêve, mon cauchemar–
je vais t’aider en me réveillant.
Je vais réaliser que ce n’est pas vrai,
je vais t’aider, ma belle France,
je vais t’aider.
Ah, my beautiful France
What can I do for you?
Tears are falling on the inside
I do not believe my eyes, my ears,
my husband’s voice seems
far from this moment,
it’s not true, not true.
It’s a nightmare,
and I will awaken soon.
My beautiful France,
this is just my dream, my nightmare–
and I will help you by waking up.
I will realize that it isn’t true.
I will help you my beautiful France,
I will help you.