Category Archives: dreaming

june bug

Life is funny sometimes. I gathered myself in all seriousness. June has been a density surrounding me, supporting and invisible. Times I might have fallen, but did not. The miracle of buoyancy. Just this, still here, still breathing, while all … Continue reading

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night mother

The Ferryman leans over me, shakes me gently. “Wake up,” he says,  “you’ve been dreaming.” I am confused. It’s dark and chill. Where am I? The ground is damp underneath me. There is a sweet, bent grass scent to it. … Continue reading

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all right now

When I look to my third chakra I see a man in pale coveralls. He is ready to get the job done. He’s got a walkie-talkie pressed to his ear but all it’s putting out is static. He gives it … Continue reading

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equally true

We are deep deep in the green, not moving, past need for movement. In our stillness we are everywhere. We have arrived at the lotus pool. The pool is us. The radiance blooms in our stillness. A wind comes up … Continue reading

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I dreamed again

I woke from dreams of effort and striving to find myself rainfall in the tree tops, the long descent broken across green surfaces, to gather again and fall and break again, until at last I fell into the still dark … Continue reading

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my provider

I’m still standing in the river, singing. Birds fly from my fingers. The wind blooms flowers in my hair, my arms and hands, and carries the perfumed petals away into the deep wood. Birds rise from the canopy and descend. … Continue reading

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ring of oaks

I give thanks for the ring of oaks that encircles me. First, guardian of the left hand, the gate of sleep and dreaming. Second, guardian of the right hand, the gate of work and craft. Third, guardian of the brow, … Continue reading

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Incarnation

We were on the side of a mountain, preparing for something big. A man came to a small house all alone. There was a kind of disturbance of air about him. Or about me when I came near him. I … Continue reading

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I wish to say thank you

It was snowing. I was driving a small car to a place I didn’t know how to get to. I’d forgotten my luggage and my feet were cold. My breath fogged the windshield. There were chunks of ice in the … Continue reading

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lost in the tableau

The girl is lost in the tableau of her life. She has forgotten everything that moves. She is a log, a clod, a swale, swatches of color, the sky between branches. OOO

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