my dream poem

Came in to post about my dream poem and found a lovely post about saying what I mean that I had forgotten all about. How divinely a propos because my dream poem was a whole new adventure into saying what I mean.

I had a dream. A lovely real vivid dream and at the end of the dream I heard this song, and when I woke up I felt an urge to write down what I dreamt in the form of a poem. My dream poem.

It was more about the song at the end than the actual events in the dream and yet this song captured all the valuable aspects of my dream so it ended up being about all of it.

Interestingly this song had no words. I could only write about it, I couldn't write it, and yet I knew that I heard it, I knew it was there.

It was a song of meaning not of words. It said it all without saying a single word and it was up to me to find words that described it.

It felt like what I would call inspiration. That spark of an idea and knowingness that leads you to create, to write or sculpt or paint in an attempt to express something that is beyond common expression, beyond ordinary words.

I suppose poerty is the art of painting pictures with words. Sculpting them so that they can say that which cannot really be simply spoken.

The more I discover the beauty of words the more I find myself go silent. I suppose my way of going inside to find my meaning.

say what you mean

I came across some amazingly perfect words today… kids kid, lovers love and a writer writes. So simple so true. Words have a way about them. Of saying much or saying absolutely nothing. Getting them together and stringing them together in a way that just expresses a feeling is the most precious thing. It’s the best high. Saying what you mean.

It shouldn’t really be so difficult. I got lost in trying to do other things other than simply saying what I mean. I want to impress, I want to show my skill as a wordsmith, I want to sound intelligent to say or do something different. I want to put ideas together in a way that will make another gasp in amazement and have their life totally transformed. I get so caught up in all my little agendas that I forget the perfection in just saying what I mean. I get so caught up that I don’t even know what I mean to say.

Saying what you mean. Painters paint and singers sing. Dreamers dream and teachers teach. But what is taught does not come from the outside. It is more about lighting that inner spark. Sending the person inside so that they can find their inner truth and find a channel to express it. And the best way to do this is to do this too.

A timely reminder.

Be who you are. Do what you do. Say what you mean.

Always.

unmasked

Give me your pain.
And I will hold it safe for you,
keep it on a shelf for you.
And find a way to make the pieces fit.
Together, we might even make some sense of it.
It cannot hurt me half as much
can't destroy me, when I touch
that secret place that no one knows,
the sorrow you don't dare to show.
_______________
Hand me your tears.
And I will save them in a jar.
Sealed with love, but not too far
from where we dance, and laugh, and play---
I'd never throw those tears away.
They cost too much to waste, you see.
Give those precious tears to me.
And they will glisten in the sun---
and comfort us when day is done.
_______________
Tell me your dreams.
And I will hold them in my heart
and honor them, like works of art.
And weave them into tapestry---
upon the wall, for all to see.
I'll nurture them and help them grow---
wind them up and make them go.
Just place them here, upon the floor.
Then lay back and dream some more.
_______________
Sing me your song.
Let it ring out loud and clear
in tones that only I can hear.
And I'll record each precious line,
a symphony of joy divine.
I'll orchestrate the melody
to match the heart that I can see
And they'll remember you were here.
And play your song in future years.
_______________
Show me your soul.
I'll recognize just who you are---
and write your name across the stars.
And comfort you when we are old.
I'll keep you sheltered from the cold.
To give to me all that I ask
To share yourself, remove your mask---
Will make us One in space and time.
You give me yours, I'll give you mine.

Daniel Jacob

into the dark side

I’m afraid of my dark side. Afraid that if I dare to explore it I might fall into an abyss so deep I can never find my way back again. It is a real fear, a real chest gripping fear that feels like a heavy weight that is slowly crushing the life out of me.

The interesting thing about the fear is that I am not afraid that the darkness might consume me, but that I will consume it and become something that is even more terrifying. I do not have any doubts about my power. It is the idea of fully diving into it, without fear holding me back, I guess I’m frightened by what I know myself to be capable of.

This is why I have preferred to embrace the light, why I feel that if I scoot over to way on the other side of the fence, then the darkness can lose some of that force that beckons to me to explore it. To shine some light on it and start to understand it. And I draw closer with mixed feelings. ‘That which you understand too well you are in danger of becoming’

Smile.

Right now I’m afraid there is more danger is not exploring all facets of my Self. This illusion that being totally in the light is somehow controlling these darker elements in me, keeping them down and rendering them powerless is skewering my vision and making me lose the clarity that has guided my steps thus far.

It seems like all the steps I have taken have led me here. Even when I double back and take another path, I still eventually find myself here. On the brink of crossing over and exploring this darkness…