Thursday, May 21, 2015

The Reality of Dreams or perchance the Dreams of Other Realities


cnwriterBy cnwriter

Did you ever wake up from such a lifelike dream that you wondered where you were on opening your eyes..the room seems to shift around you and colours move..and did your body jerk just before you woke up...oh ho ho...just You coming back from another place adjusting to the temporal form....enjoy it all!!

Beginnings

A tiny rent appeared
Betwixt the flying clouds
Through which a glowing sun
Sent beams of gleaming light

Alight they did on a small boy
His curly head lay deep in sleep
Cuddled against
His mother's breast
Dream he did of places vast
Where once upon a time he dwelled
Magic poured from every side
He knew forever it would last

Battles

He saw himself as a young man
Handsome upright brave
Off to battle he did go
To rescue a fair maid

Evil he fought at every turn
Strange forms beleaguered him
But with his sword of might
His sword so shining bright
He slayed them all

Another Dream

That lifetime passed
Like any dream
Another took its place
This time in streets of Bagdad he was
A beggar begging alms

Long robes encrusted dirt
Around his body stank
His hair so lank
Hiding the beauty of his eyes

Other Lands

Inbetween these waking dreams
His mother bent to kiss his cheek
Her love enveloped him all ways
She knew what he was going through

These journeys were for her too
When as a child she did lay
In father's lap one summer day
He told her of the distant lands
Not only on Mother Earth
Planetary lifetimes could be known
If chosen and related to

More Than You Can See


The mother and the child smiled
Knowing each other's secret ways
Shared so intimately were they
Loving hearts in tandem joined

I know these happenings very well
Journey on them I do
If they ring true to you
So be it
If not
That's just your lot

Maybe in lifetimes to come
You will realize
There is more to see
On heaven and earth
Than goes on in your eyes


and so it is

Monday, May 18, 2015

Death Takes a Ride


the mask
Through fire and water she did go
Searching for the one she loved

Far away had he gone
HIding amongst forgotten graves
Pale is death
The mask it wears

Covering features once so fine
Distorted now by worms and time


But this she did not know
A Just Reward
lovers they be
For her his face so beauteous still
How she remembered him

Before a knife she took
And placed it in his heart
When next to her sister he did lie

The knife went through her too

A just reward or so she thought
For what they had said and done
Lifetime Past



memories no longer there
Remembered she not a lifetime past
The same was done to her
But in a man's form then was she
And cheated all the time


With men and boys and young girls too
It mattered not to him

Fulfilling lusts was all that did
Over and over and over again
Clearing...maybe


not wanting to see

Thus it came about one day
An image she did see

Being killed by the one
Who loved her dearly


This memory with her sat
Day in day out the image grew

Till brought about the killing act she did
And all thus seemed to clear


Or will she return to balance out
I do not know for sure
All semantics they do be
Like little toadstools all in a row
Marching nowhere no end in sight


and so it is

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Which Way Will You Go....

Down You Go
which way will you go
When you will go from here to there
Will you wonder what lies ahead

A primrose littered road perhaps
Or mayhap a gateway to hell

Depends it does on things you've done
For the hell you live both here and there
Is of your own making

No matter what the preacher says or does

Blandishments well paid for be his game
As down the path he leads
Pied Piper in so many ways

But all he does or says
Matters not a whit
Up You Go
Description: reaming
dreaming
When love is written in your heart
Recognized it be when cross you over
A life of caring sharing doing
The upward ladder you will take


What we do
Have done
Recorded they be
In books of karmic relevance
Aspects of Return
judgements oh oh oh
Judgements
Killing
Cruelty
Greed
Guilt the biggest one
So many aspects lead they
Returning again again

Working out chances are given
Forgiveness is the biggest key

But oh so hard to do for many
Not me
Not me
I hear you say
Me Too
smile upon a face
A smile flits across my face
For I too know how that feels
Transcending
Changing
Forgiving myself for what I've done
And said
And judged


Not this lifetime alone
But all the ones along the way
Leading to this instance in time

This eternal now
Endless Game
oneness we be
Fun it be to write it down
To place the words so carefully
The knowing that comes from deep within

So different I be from you
And yet we are all the same
Playing the endless game

When will it end
For me I know
But you may still ponder

And so it goes......

Frodo's Journey to Enlightenment
hereA Mythical Journey through Space and Time
hereGifts of the Divine

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Strangeness of Bodies...Yours and Mine...


Strange indeed is this one but then it is a manifestation of what i am going through as I work on mending my veins and arteries...most people never realize the workings of their bodies..so profound all those blood cells circulating and sometimes coagulating...not a good thing to do at all...so enjoy this!!!

She flew

She flew this lady bright
Through levels of shining light
Finding ways
To circumvent

Air bubbles caught in frozen time
Dotted landscape
Released
Then went
Floating on oceans wide
Engaging all
No surcease
Worlds without end

Part of....

Pillars marbled
Veins run through
Red yellow too
Globules of golden hue
All part of totality
Spinning through eternity
Sighing in the vast unknown

Beings of a different kind

Footsteps appearing in the sand
Dredged along by stepping feet
Beings of a different kind

Mountains terrestial be
Mound of Venus heaved
Rain splattered down

Banks of cloud
Formation placed
Chasing cross the sky

Remains


Plumage purest white
Dove's feathery breast
Opened
Heart showeth through
Pounding at extraordinary rate

Webbed feet
Clung to ship's mast
Broken the ancient wood
Crumbled into dust

Specks of macerated tin
Tore great holes
In varnished deck
Remains of men clung


and so it was....