inside our eyes
live dreams and mysterious worlds
both awake and asleep,
beautiful as well as menacing
we wander through these amazing volcanic forests
gathering the fruits of psychic experience,
ripe as well as molten
inside this rising veil of wonder,
life heralds all beginnings
and the harbinger of all ends
beginning to explore a wide variety of possibility,
finally refusing restrictions of worldly boundary
we arrive upon the summit of light and darkness
where polarity cancels out its predictable forces
and harmony relinquishes its control
inside our eyes
dreams gestate and die,
only to be reborn into a new and promising setting
Superb work!
Blessings ...
Ron
Christine
amorphic to the voice you speak in this. . .
the circular, oracular vision of this lineage...
beautifully spun poetry.
with a soft underlining of sage.
good to read of you again.
ness
live dreams and mysterious worlds
both awake and asleep,
beautiful as well as menacing
Your first stanza tells in the most simple way the story of humanity. It is all about the dream and the mysteries to solve from birth to last breath. This stanza represents the good and evil, the up and downs, the dreams and disappointments of just living.
This was a spectacular piece in my humble opinion.
the rhythms, changes, possibilities and indeed mysteries of consciousness and the unconscious...and then the breakthrough to a higher level.
John
"inside our eyes
dreams gestate and die,
only to be reborn into a new and promising setting"
Wonderful insight and "engineering of words" Jude.
Hugs,
Marcia
in this finely crafted poem, Jude; notably in the last three
lines. We are the thoughts we think. -gene.
Regis
Take care,
Sherry
Cheers,
Dan
In Spirit,
Bear
Thanks for this eye opening poem, Jude, lovely as always!
Much peace, love, and light my dear friend,
Amber "V"
Thanks for your insight...always valued.
fee
"Setting" is just a whisper, but even deaf people hear it.
Georg