In my dream I can feel a presence passing me by
Quickly, randomly moving at will
One second there another second gone
Like a blast of wind
Filtering through the core of my thoughts
I do not know where I am
Or where I am going
Except that I can see a light ahead
It feels warm
Almost blinding
Pulling me closer
Like a magnet of some awesome muse
I begin to compose a poem
In the fabric of my wandering mood
And I can feel an elusive shadow
Beckoning from beyond the road ahead
Beyond the contours of waking dreams
I see a phantom poet
Reciting pure verses
And I start to wonder if perhaps
I am touching the quintessence
Of my self
In a creative dreamscape of lucid imagery
This is one I missed somehow. I'm glad I found it now. I've had similar dreams. You capture it so perfectly.
Thank you for your inspiration Jude
love Chanti
It is our dreams that can lead us beyond that weary road we trek daily, full of potholes and traffic, to that 'dreamscape' where are powers are awakened and we can return 'refreshed'. Thank you excellent poet.
You take us to the dream state, an almost hypnotic write. Go to the light! No humor intended, Robert...I'm thinking about all the dreams you've shared with us, and I think you are in the midst of a spiritual transformation, one whereby your soul's purpose on this material plane merges with the perfect harmony of your heart and mind...
To dream and have a clear and objective view of ourselves is cleansing, reassuring and inspiring. I love the ones that let me go a step beyond my waking reality and into the dimension of my forever.
Another excellent pen, Robert.
Take care,
Sherry
Perhaps you did. Sometimes, the state of dream is the only one that allows us to plunge into our pure selves and re-emerge completely refreshed, ready to start again, like new-borns. As usual, a write that leaves imprints.
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
... those dreams are somehow the best: not disappointments or falsehoods that don't manage to square up; no puzzles or quandries; just a purity where you feel your soul has been purged and set on fire with the perfection that might be you and you have almost reached out and touched your perfect state - whatever that might be! Totally arousing, total heaven. This sounds like a womby-thing; a couple of years' ago I had counselling and was told that we are beings who are forever in search of a love-affair; in the womb, that is and can be only with ourselves first and foremost. We pick up essentially who are what we are from those feelings of ourselves we get way back then - and so how we are "carried" feeds into what the baby in utero feels. Sounds like you were very nurturesd. But how did I get onto that?!! This is delightfully poised and the release of energy shines through it, albeit so content. Is there a word missing in line 9 or do I need my glasses: probably the words are just inverted? TY for this to take to college with me today to keep my positive thoughts in place! LOL Kate xx
excellent write, Jude...I do love those dreams where you come upon one's self doing something - anything - that we are attracted to in our conscious mind...a little like an out of body experience...perhaps that's what your dream was ;)
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Stunning, powerful, STIMULATING write--yes. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Dreams are an incredible source, how they enhance the poetic mind.
Beautiful poetry Jude.
warm hugs
Elga
Thank you for your inspiration Jude
love Chanti
floating love the sensations!!!
excellently penned!!
Great imagery in this, dreams...still a quandary of mine!
definately touched on my self in dreams.
"touching the quintessence
Of my self"
lol a handjob for words!
keep stroking..........pax A
sorry, couldn't resist!
Of my self
In a creative dreamscape of lucid imagery ....
Dreams....oh those dreams...the ones that haunt you hours after you are awake...sometimes even a life time.
It was like I was flying higher and higher reading this!!
Love Tinka
Felix
Another excellent pen, Robert.
Take care,
Sherry
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
(And out of nowhere
I awaken refreshed
And aroused)
Thanks for sharing this with us.
yours is an outstanding write
William .....Peace