cathedrals of dreaming
one thing i can be sure of. i feel like i’m under water, underground or under something when i imagine you.
sometimes when it’s late and i know i’m asleep, i also know that the cathedrals of me are open.
and, during those times, when i’m actually not asleep, but awake, you are with me. you whisper.
i can’t even say ‘yes’ now to your offers because i don’t know how.
yes.
am i dreaming?
yes, you’re in my dream come true
i have conversations with you when you aren’t here
it’s ok, i’m always there
© r.e.l. 5/7/13
be you
i want you to
stay
a secret
because i entered
a story, immersed
now full of words
and moments
having just opened my eyes
as if waking from a dream
stay undisclosed, clandestine
a mystery
a given
be coded, be hidden
be you
© r.e.l. 3/2/13
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beings of dreams
we beings of dreams
with earthly eyes to see
there is only the truth
trust our sun light
it makes life
anew every moment
© 2012 simsha
image by s i m s h a
wood path
i will be with you
in it
soon after
for the first time
when our paths
lead to
how right we are
on our wood path
to us
© r.e.l. 1/23/12
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Thursday Poet Rally 1/25-31/12 on Promising Poets Parking Lot
Thank you, Ava, and poet community for the Perfect Poet Award 
I accept. For next week I nominate Poetry Road
forgetting
what is it
to forget?
a distant dream
gone by
known by only
a whisp
an ache that pulls
its way back
keeps trying
but cannot stick
or is it
a wish to
know nothing
feel nothing
be nothing
so that the pressure
to be more
absolves
even though
it forgets
it remembers still
i remember
© r.e.l. 1/3/12
Posted for Poetry Picnic 1/8-1/14/12 on Gooseberry Garden
it is
floating…
yes, on me.
what?
you see me now
under waves of light?
how?
i thought it was dark
it is.
© r.e.l. 11/5/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/6-11/13/11 on Gooseberry Garden
yet
sometimes…
it’s all just a part
of a winding path
on a daydream
as your smile,
the river to your sun,
inside its own skin
has no idea
and floats away from seeing
just waiting
for its time
to feel what it can’t
see
…yet
© r.e.l. 10/8/11
Posted for Poetry Picnic 10/9-10/15/11 on Gooseberry Garden
between spaces of time, misty
between spaces of time, misty
you start to believe
that you always have time
like a river
a precious you
is waiting to notice
in this moment
saved for you
see through
what follows you home
to be your pillow…
a winding path
on a daydream
leads to your smile
it’s already for you
to hear,
so listen to its whisper
you are beautiful
© r.e.l. 9/22/11
image of yoga robin™
by s i m s h a
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 9/21-9/27/11 on Poetry Palace
a daydream
it’s only a daydream…
if you only can see
that
you would know
the key
to what you thought
you knew
…but weren’t sure
until now
© r.e.l. 9/8/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted on Poetry Picnic 9/11-9/18/11 on Gooseberry Garden
star on a distant paradise
where are you now
in this moment, i ask
climbing a ladder to a distant cloud
that only i know…
floating on a bubble under a wave of life?
you are crazy
with the mystery you breathe
you are the pure energy
of love
… fire mixed with water
and raindrops inside sand
you are tears and joy forever intertwined
like a bird not knowing his wings
still… after all
you know you are
the one who saved me from a distant paradise
and you are true
© r.e.l. 11/4/10
image nightbird2
Posted on Poetry Potluck 7/10-7/17/11 on Jingle Poetry
velvet moon
like a dream you wander
through the side of you
that gathers shadows best
but it’s in the time
in between moments
that scratch at you
and die off as ashes,
your secret revealed
when i sleep
your path is you, you know
so follow it
© r.e.l. 5/27/11
image by simsha
Posted for Poetry Potluck 5/29-6/4/11 on Jingle Poetry
seeds
i will
plant more
seeds
near the flower
that is you
walking away now
to your
innuendo
in a dream
where a shadow
misses your touch
f a i n t l y, with eyes closed
a fire burns, a purple hue
and its silence speaks
© r.e.l. 4/22/11
image on “suntrail” in mill valley, ca
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/24-4/30/11 on Jingle Poetry
will i last?
you changed my life
as i went numb
waking with your lightning storm
inside in my dream
your fire, outside
of me…
i wondered, silently,
will i last through this next moment
in your presence?
drawn to you, still
forever in my memory
© r.e.l. 3/13/11
image “stormyard3″ – a lightning storm
posted on Poetry Potluck-3/13-3/19/11 for Jingle Poetry
reason realized
you are my soul…
i see you as i am inside
looking out
to feel
with your magical sight
positioning yourself
to give me eyes
but still i ask
who are you anyway?
i know what i know what i don’t have
do you?
you have spaces
that my spaces fit in always
leaving me speechless
you are precious and tough
i’m reaching for you
you are a smile that lasts from the first light
to the last dream of you
and for you…
to see you is to hear you
knowing this about me
ever-changing as you read
my mind
to bring me my finest moments
and so i speak to you
we are reason realized
my world inside
as my tiny roots blend with you
© r.e.l. 3/4/11
image “blumoon” by simeon schatz
posted for Thursday’s Poet Rally, week 39 (march 3-9)
thank you, Jingle, for the Perfect Poet Award I accept… [For next week I nominate Loomings poetry ]
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i believe you, your innuendo
you sparkle
with your gift
i slept next to you
last night
you are my wish, you know
and you are mine
where are you now
in this moment
stepping lightly
through misty time
with a fire not forgotten?
you say, don’t rush it
but stay on the edge:
your whisper…
to you i respond, i believe you
my secret:
your innuendo...
it’s time
to open the door
if ever so slightly
to me
i am here
and i knew you
before
i knew you were coming
© r.e.l. 1/28/11
image ‘Through My Window’ by Ron Moss
posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry
are you a dream come true?
are you a dream come true
like the ageless mist
with its hue?
you are the wind that keeps me moving
the force that guides me to know…
that it will all be ok
no matter what.
close your eyes now
remember the time when
i last whispered in your ear
and held you tight.
remember me that way.
that way, only.
it is how i remember you.
© r.e.l. 1/21/11
Image of ‘her place’ by melanie crawford
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 19 (rules, regulations, laws) on Jingle Poetry
angel
you are an angel
who crossed my path
like dreams
which always
send us the messages
we are afraid to feel
it’s time to move on
be you
believe in magic
you don’t need to stay lost
in a place you do not recognize
take my hand
and follow me
© r.e.l. 12/19/10
inspired by an angel
mountains or pebbles
Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble.
Why give the pebble such power over you. Do what you have to do to simply get past it so that you open the door to the next dream in your heart.
Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain.
It is as simple as you let it be. Trust that the unknown can guide you, if in it, you feel awe or fear of knowing the happiness you withhold from yourself.
Even in darkness you can find the pebbles that haunt you. Pick them up with your small hands and toss them aside, or transform them into something precious by thanking them for their lessons. Their lessons are your gifts.
Surrender to the dream you were meant to be.
[inspired by an unknown author]
© r.e.l. 10/16/10
breathless inspiration
“Kevala kumbhaka transfixed inspiration melts us, ” as eloquently put by Stuart Sovatsky in his book, Your Perfect Lips: A Spiritual-Erotic Memoir.
Spontaneously breathless awe or serenity is what life should be about. In every moment, in all that we do. Can you imagine this?
Just the happy days, with freedom and no plans for what will be. Does it seem possible? It is in a feeling, not to be described with usual words spoken to describe life.
The sense that you lose your breath and it doesn’t matter. Your heart stops to stare at time in a moment that also stops. It is Tantra.
It melts me to think of how you would be here this morning, but this memory is only a moment in time — a time that happens any time. So, I let go of time.
I feel your wind whisper to me anyway in my transfixed melting moment dans ma cœur. Thank you.
© r.e.l. 10/14/10
the art of letting go: speaking with your unconscious
Continuing on from coming into wholeness… I want to talk about the unconscious. It is here that we are driven. The largest part of our psyche is the unconscious, in the same way that most of an iceberg is actually underwater. A lot of the unconscious is the “shadow,” according to Jung.
The art of “letting go” is the way we drop our worries and pinpointed desires from our minds so that they no longer control us. All that we try to let go, all the activity in our minds that over-thinks, all the agitation, and all that keeps us from reaching our dreams is sourced here in the unconscious.
It is normally not so simple to overcome. If we are not able to express ourselves from the core of who we are because we feel uncomfortable doing so, and we are not sure why, it’s because we are blocked.
Dreams are a wonderful way to access our unconscious. Dream interpretation is a way to talk to this “person” who is dreaming. To enter into any sort of dialog with the dream, regardless of the philosophy, is a step toward unleashing the material from your unconscious mind and allowing it to settle in the conscious mind.
Once this unconscious material is freed, regardless of your method, you will most likely feel a range of emotions from elation to discomfort. Don’t be alarmed by this, as it will pass quickly It is all part of the process of moving the energy…
The unconscious can be reached in deep meditation too, even as meditation-in-motion in a strong yoga asana practice which leads to mental and emotional stillness. The trick is to stay focused on the right meditative tools so that you can train your mind to observe unconsciously as the energy unfolds while you are awake. It can be confusing while awake to determine which is conscious and which is unconscious, so this requires pure stillness in your mind in order to access it.
Alternatively, some people are able to enter into a dialog with their child self.
You can be sure that whatever is most important to you will come up in a dream or deep meditation! Figuring this out is the key. It is sometimes not easy (or impossible) to remember dreams. Setting an intention before sleeping, as well as creating a special dream log book with a flashlight is a start to getting in the groove of remembering. As you give attention to your dreams, you will more easily remember them and all the details.
Interpreting the unconscious, whether in nighttime dreams or in meditation, can be fun as you learn your symbolism. It is fun to bounce the ideas off others too. However, all symbols are yours alone. Even though people have created symbolism dictionaries, the symbolism to each person is unique in its own way. [Although if you read one of these dictionaries, you will take on some of the symbolism!] Once you have determined your own, it is fun figure out!
Even if you have a conscious recognition of unconscious material that feels disturbing, this can change completely if you figure out the source behind it all. Once you do so, you will feel the shift on an emotional level!
All reaction is unconscious. If you are conscious, you never react; you act. Action is conscious; reaction is unconscious.
~ Osho ~
© r.e.l. 9/23/10
coming into wholeness
Coming into wholeness. What does that mean? To feel yourself at peace, in love and at one with your path in life.
It is possible to find this peace from within yourself — not relying on another person or object. Allow yourself to let go of all the impediments that make your mind over-think, fear and worry. Without all of the excess, you are free!
You can access this freedom any time, in fact! The truest side of who you are, undisturbed, coexists with the emotional mind…
A metaphor… Imagine 3 buckets of water.
- one is muddy
- one is stirred up
- one is still and clear
The sun is shining in all 3, and they each enjoy the sun equally.
Reflection in the first bucket is dim and dull, in the second is agitated, and in the third is peaceful.
Where the sun is the Self, the water is the mind, and the reflection is the Ego (mis-identification), we can make some conclusions.
My true self is a constant that is independent of how my mind is acting. If I appear to reflect “muddy water” I see dullness and depression. If I appear to reflect agitation, I will feel like I’m breaking apart in pieces. If I appear to reflect stillness and clarity, however, I will feel a profound peacefulness with my Self and feel at one.
So, if I am seeing muddy water, or water that is stirred up, how do I calm it? The answer is to calm the rajas (activity, motion and irritation in the mind) and the tamas (inert and dullness in the mind), so that you can feel the sattva (the purity of the mind). Rajas and tamas create imbalance. Yoga, meditation or other physical activity / mental-calming activities will do the trick.
For more on dream interpretation and meditative imagery interpretation, read here.
Independent of what is reflected by the mind, the sun is always shining and I am always whole. I just have to know it, feel it and identify with it.
© r.e.l. 9/22/10
Inspired by the teachings of Advaita Vedanta, Sankhya Yoga and the Upanishads…
diving deep into my fears
I am now facing my fears… going off the edge to find myself in the depth of who I am. If I am bold enough and I don’t turn back, this action will set me free.
In the dark shadows, I might sail through my depths as if a dream and find the silence I need in order to find the keys I have searched for all my life. The best stuff is at the very bottom.
More conspicuous and offset against the darkness, the gems and secrets will be easier to see or feel. Sometimes they will shine with luminosity like a beacon, and they have my name on them!
Maybe the bottom is a bed of soft sand which I can dig my bare feet into and feel rooted in myself like never before. I can call it the ground of my soul. To touch this part of me is to release all that I previously imagined was hidden.
It will then transform itself, no longer in the dark, if I invite it to be a part of my waking, conscious being.
Freedom lies in moving into those places that scare us most. We hold those fears not only in our unconscious minds; they show up in one form or another in our bodies.
I intend to isolate the manifestation of my fears as they disguise themselves and ail me with tension. Like an instinctual animal would, I will shake it off to get it out of me.
I will not let the ailment which arises define who I am. My blood, or my chi (Chinese medicine), should move freely and uninhibited as it bathes me with its life force.
Yoga and meditation help me. Yoga nidra is a guided visualization that takes one into the state of “wakeful” deep sleep. It is a sleep-like state that includes relaxation as well as the psychology of dream, sleep and yoga. This was a helpful guide to me just today.
© r.e.l. 9/6/10
Inspired by freediver Guillaume Nery and an amazing yoga class I just took today.
your reflection
see the cage that you built
are you sure which side you’re on
what if all the world you think you knew
were an elaborate dream?
if you look at your reflection
is that all you want to be
if you could look right through
would you find yourself?
you can live in this illusion
you can chose to believe
i see your sadness
your beauty
i go home without it
without you
with a tear
yet to live my life anew
…
it’s ok
r.e.l. 8/17/10
**most words by nine inch nails
Posted for Poetry Potluck 6/5-6/11/11 “Inspired by a Song” on Jingle Poetry
cocoon
she only wants him
to hear her
to feel her syllables
like a feather touching his skin
even for a second
so she keeps trying
for that triumph
why? because she loves him
what else can she do
but wait for his cocoon to open
on its own time
she cannot open it for him
though he secretly wishes she would
to free him of his prison
she knows its in the struggle that he grows
she can relax though
she gets forever afterall
because he walked into her dream with a purpose
to never leave
© r.e.l. 6/29/10
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 15 (reflections, interpretations, and musings) on Jingle Poetry
