Sweet Dreams

Caught in a haze (not sure if it was purple)
my mind soft…floating…dreamy,
cascades smooooothly.
Colors ping and I hear them as notes
on a scale of 1 to 10 and they spontaneously
create an orchestra of enraptured awareness,
the music composed of streaming images.
I watch from outside of myself but am deeply
curious in the film being played within my
consciousness. Feelings arise, a smile plays
across my face, and a deep longing for my brother.
He appears and sits by my side and love pours
back and forth between us, our eyes beaming
light into infinity…the third spins a mandala.

Playing in a field of dreams with Anthony Desmond at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/29/poetics-on-dmt/

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  1. intriguing write.. Watching from outside yourself – something we all need to do at one point or another. Effortless weave of colors and music too. And, I loved that you mentioned a mandala; not long ago, I watched a very cool documentary on monks and how they make sand mandalas.

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    • Thank you, Anthony…enjoyed your prompt. I once saw Tibetan Buddhist monks creating sand mandalas while on a trip to Washington, D.C. It is amazing to watch and then as soon as it is complete they ceremoniously destroy it to illustrate the impermanence of the world.

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  2. Such a beautiful visit with your brother………..you swooped me into the dreamscape. Today would be a good day for me to write to this prompt. My head is very woozy and spinny…….half the job already done, smiles.

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    • Thank you, Sherry. So sorry you are spinning and woozy today. I can’t imagine trying to write something in that state though… Feel better!

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  3. ha. fun….the eyes beaming into each other and the third spinning the mandala…cool close…and nice homage in the beginning to hendrix…hey if love comes out of it, i am all for it….

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    • The idea for those beaming eyes came from that video that Anthony posted…those eye-lights were cool! Thanks, Brian.

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  4. Love the Jimi Hendrix reference in the beginning…Such a beautiful meeting with your brother…Yours was a far sweeter dream than mine.

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    • Thanks, Susie. Yes, it was a beautiful meeting with him. I thought yours was pretty sweet too with all those references through the years.

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  5. Nice to share your dream journey.

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  6. I can relate to been in a dream and watching the “film” from outside myself while participating in it. I often get that feeling when it comes to the way I dream. You put that feeling into words.

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  7. To meet someone in a dream like that.. What a way to connect… A little scary too.

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    • It actually happened after I had smoked a little weed…so I was in a different type of “dream” state at the time. But profound and the memory has stayed with me for all of these years.

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  8. I love the inclusion of music in this, Gayle. I’ve had dreams where my sister was very present to me, including the day she died. What a gift.

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    • I’ve had very profound experiences through dreaming and I tend to look at them as very different than those types of dreams where you forget them immediately upon awakening. There’s something very “real” about them…like when your sister makes her presence known. Yes, a gift. Thanks, Victoria.

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  9. Watching ourselves. Nothing quite so surreal and you captured it well.

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  10. Maybe watching ourselves from outside is part of the process of unattachment…I like that idea. I like that closing too…based on a true experience. Thanks, Jamie, always love your visits and input.

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  11. His is such a lovely poem Gayle; you seem to follow prompts effortlessly, well they appear so on the page.Im not too good at following prompts but I guess the only way is practice.
    I loved what you said above about the monks ceremoniously destroying all their work on mandalas to illustrate impermanence. That is something Im working on but being human gets in the way! 😄 love and hugs xxx

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    • Thank you, Christine. Well I’m glad my work shows up seemingly effortlessly. Some prompts are way more difficult than others, of course. But I love when people tell me that the forms seem to disappear and the message of the write comes through.

      My humanity gets in my way too, Christine! Hugs…

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