My Hopes, Memories and Dreams

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Beginnings

A slate wiped clean

Like crisp white cotton

Beckons the Now

To rest upon its’ welcoming folds

A virginal awakening

Giving birth to realisation

Such liberation to behold

In escapement of the soul


Sweetest Thing

Unraveling  inner  purpose

Requires exquisite execution

Bravely we must grasp

At

the corners

of those shiny layers

shrouding the Self

And in one delicate

motion

With a twist of Faith

Release the pull of opposites

To reveal the sweetness within


Cleanse

That which no longer needs to sit                                                   down%20the%20drain

On my skin 

     In my soul

             Goes

                        down

                                   the  

                                             drain…


More than Words

lettersWords spewed forth

Carelessly

Selfishly

A sausage string

of

consonants and vowels

 

Syllables ring

In the ears of a child

Decoding

Fragmenting…

…Syntax error alert !

Naive cognition fails to compute 

 

Yet

Intentions seep

From veiled meanings

Insidiously

Irreparably

Crafting the scar-tissue

Around the Heart

of

Self

 

Words spewed forth

Cutting

Wounding

Enmeshed in a  tangle of lesions

Clotting pathways

To

the Soul

 

 


Birth of the Soul

A formless puddle puddle
Of energy
Rippling, softly
Here I float

Surrounded by Light
I swell
In rapturous harmony
Existential delight !

Must I go ?
Must I choose
The trauma
And heartache
Of this Life ?

Darkness descends
A bloodied womb
My cradle
The beating heart
My only constancy

Oh the pain !
I wince
My face distorted
Squinting
at the brightness

Reluctantly
I emerge
Into the cold


Soul Purpose

Cane fire plumeOh Soul so tender

How you flinch at my touch !

A purplish glow

Replaces the Light

Revealing the bruises

Inflicted by

                                             Life

 

Why choose this suffering?

Divine creator

of chaos

I cry…

And I plead

Take me back to the beginning !

Oh how I yearn to know!

 

I am willing

Heart wide open

Listening

Waiting

For enlightenment

 to unfold…


Tainted Palette

Black thoughts stain

Like inkBlack-Ink-Splatters

On the silk of the soul

 

Rinse
               Soak
                            Spin
Wring

 

Laundered by the Light

Fade

Infuse with Pain

Remain.


Past Life Dream

During mid April I experienced what I consider to be a past life dream. On waking I had an unshakeable knowing that this was no ordinary dream. I had been transported to another time, another country, inhabiting another body from another culture and possibly exposed to a significant event in history. I was there.

The dream unfolds…

It’s late afternoon, the wind is soothingly warm. Look down..there is grass underfoot. Look up…there is a clearing and sand…the peninsula of a small island. Dense forest not too far away. Many people have gathered. A festive feel permeates the atmosphere. What are we celebrating ? This is not home…not familiar…a holiday destination perhaps ?

The woman is Chinese, or at least of Asian appearance. But Chinese I think. Glossy black hair cut in a neat bob, fine boned and somewhat fragile. She cradles an infant no more than four months of age, looking down at her precious child…wait…those are my arms…this is my child I hold. This woman is me ! Another child, a girl maybe five years of age stands alongside me; and a man, slight in stature and quite young also …he is my husband.

Sudden commotion. A deafening blast in the distance. A huge fireball emblazons the sky line in varying hues of red and orange. The sandy beach that extends along the western side of the island is quickly filled with people running towards us. I see bloodied faces, clothing torn to shreds and blackened by soot. The terror in their eyes is horrific. Panic engulfs me. “Quick !” they scream, “To the boats, to the boats”.

Children in tow, we follow the crowd towards a pier on the opposite side of the island. There is a scramble to find a spot on the boats. I am sitting with my children, their grandparents sit alongside us. I extend my hand out towards my husband who still stands on the shore. “Come” I say, there is room now”. He shakes his head. A stern frown furrows his brow. I am confused. What’s happening ? What is the problem ?

In that moment, as the observer / participant of this dream, I understand that initially there was no room for him on the boat and the grandparents and I had consented to leave the island without him. Leaving him behind to an unknown fate. His refusal to then join us was based on his hurt and pride that we were prepared to go without him.

Eyes open…

On wakening I had no doubt this was a past life dream. The sequence of events, the clarity, the profound sense of importance this dream held for me was like nothing I have ever experienced with previous dreaming. And I dream often !

The process of writing this piece has suddenly awakened within me an understanding of the meaning and significance of this dream that naturally, I have also been pondering. In my current life time I have experienced a huge sense of loss and abandonment. I have felt unwanted, unloved and detached from my birth family. A sense of being a lone Caruso in this world…my island. Is this the karmic trauma I have brought with me into this lifetime ? I was willing to abandon a loved one therefore the same fate has befallen me and now I must experience the pain and hurt I inflicted upon my husband ?

One thing of which I am certain is my gratitude for the exposure to this episode in my past journey and will continue to explore how it may assist my passage through this lifetime. I hope for future instalments !

Over the past few weeks I have researched historical events but have not been able to place the period and context of this dream. I will keep searching.

Please let me know if you have any thoughts…or if you have encountered your own past life dreams.