Sleeping in my Dreams

SLEEPING IN MY DREAMS

Half awake and half in dreams
snug in nightshade’s mystic sheer
a stream of thought swims
through veins
Unimpeded

…Clear.

Bells toll a long way south of here
so far away

Yet

…One heartbeat near.

A familiar voice appears
enters, as I take in air
and hold it deep
whispering of doors and windows
opened wide, where I may gaze
upon the ethereal
…the universal light.

Such gentleness pours forth
a certain power of love and grace
overwhelms, travels
to the deepest well I know
The well inside of me
that place my soul calls home.

Surrounded in its warmth
like fossil is in stone
I can see it all
An eternity of stars
within the blink of an eye
Luminous, enlightening

And dream a dream of angels
with us, here in the
still point of the present
as we live our dance of life
moment by blessed moment

But then I breathe again

(Sigh)

and wonder…

Maybe you were only
there, simply

Sleeping in my dreams.

 ~**~ 

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I’ve always been a daydreamer/deep thinker but, there is so much more to we humans, to the workings of our minds, that we only just touch the surface of and, because of lost ancient knowledge, that we may never even know.  Through my long journey through grief I had to learn to go deep within. To meditate and find the calmness that was eluding me and, find the answers to an all consuming rage that overwhemled me at times, the likes of which I had never experienced before.
But, I learned that, instead of seeking answers from the world, if we can go deep enough, we have most of them, within us. Many of us, just don’t ‘still’ ourselves and then wake up spiritually enough to know it.
A hospital pastor who ministered to Cathie during her long months of care and who chatted with me many times about religion, my beliefs and such, when she was back for many of her trips to the ICU once said to me: “I can see that God has blessed you with great wisdom and grace” and, I was deeply touched by his comment.
I still miss Cathie very much, but, I count myself lucky to have shared her love, to have been loved unconditionally by her because in turn, it freed me to love without holding a little part of myself back in case of being hurt. I count myself blessed to even just touch the surface of what helps to make us ‘tick’ in this world and in this universal connected-ness of the Prime Creator light of pure energy-love.
I learned that it is only when we surrender all will, all want and need that we finally begin to open ourselves to understanding unconditional love  and…I do know that I will never know all there is to know, our whole lives spent here are the love-lessons….and the more we seek, the more we find the answers and the next step is…. to continue on this journey to self. Sometimes we are the student, sometimes we are the teacher.

 

Shared at: Poets United Poery Pantry #53
and…. One single Impression Poetry #172 Miss (Long for)
Shared at: Sunday Scribblings #247 ‘The next step’ and
Shared at: Carry on Tuesday #109

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

10 thoughts on “Sleeping in my Dreams”

  1. ‘and dream a dream of angels… 🙂 ” I so loved this part! I could relate somehow, me also a dream and yes, Dream Are My Reality as my blog name is!

    I would read this again, it is so beautiful, so passionate, and I feel starry-eyed… 🙂
    Whewwwww….you are utterly romantic….I guess it goes with all dreamers like us! 🙂

    thanks for sharing these beautiful verses!

    1. yey…pardon me for so many typos…please! i would have to say ‘me also a dreamer’ and “Dreams Are My Reality” – name of my blog! 🙂

  2. Gosh,sad and beautiful this really touched me.A piece written from the heart itself, the words bleed like pieces of your own heart.This, I love in all its sweetest sadness that pierces the soul.

  3. ah sigh. dreams and reality.

    i also came by to say this: As Poets United celebrates its first anniversary this week, we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year, we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.

  4. In Oct. 1986 my baby daughther died during heart surgery. Her name is Jennifer Rose. She was 7 months old. For the following 7 months she would come and vivisit me in my dreams. We would spend time together. Our times together were unbelievably peaceful. My days were peaceful as well, since I counted on our nightly visits.I remember how she would approach my side of the bed. She was dressed in white, and she seemed to float. I remember her sitting on my lab. We would speak to each other by looking into each others eyes. May 1987 came, and she made it clear that this would be her last visit. And sure enough, she never appeared again. That’s when I started grieving … and I’m still grieving … she was innocent. Love, Bren … blessed be … cat.

  5. I really loved the gentle rhyme and rythym of this, and especially the last line – maybe you were only there, simply sleeping in my dreams. The assonant sounds and light-as-feather images made it feel ethereal and, well… dreamy!
    Have you read Thomas Merton’s “Seven Story Mountain?” If not, I would recommend it, for he writes his thoughts and his spiritual journey in such a way, it doesn’t matter what you believe or don’t – but his pace of movement is natural and the read is like a meditation, though its a darn good story (autobio). I think you’d love it.
    You wrote: “it is only when we surrender all will, all want and need” – these words were just as hard for me to fathom in my youth as were my Dad’s version: Nothing is yours until you give it away. When my daughter was two, she was diagnosed with a blood condition, thought to be one of six possible causes – all fatal – and there was nothing we could do. My husband and I prayed until finally, we “gave” her to God. I imagined placing her on a beauful gold platter and handed her up to God. The peace that surrounded us got us through the next few weeks, when they finally identified her condition as something different that was not fatal, though quite rare, and she outgrew it by the time she was four using a more-greens diet and iron supplements. That was the first time I understood – really understood – Thy will, not mine. Happily the results were a miraculous gift, our daughter’s life. Thank you for your lovely thoughts and poem

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