SLEEPING IN MY DREAMS
Half awake and half in dreams
snug in nightshade’s mystic sheer
a stream of thought swims
Bells toll a long way south of here
so far away
…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
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
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
Maybe you were only
Sleeping in my dreams.
© Daydreamer Too *All rights reserved
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.
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