Tag Archives: Dream

Crossings, #tbt

“What will you promise each other?” I was wrestling with these feelings, this question. I typed a text that I didn’t send, which read “I promise I won’t abandon you. I promise I need you.” I was a woman standing … Continue reading

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Reaping/Sowing

Inspired by Ellis Delaney’s lyric “my heart gets bigger when it falls apart”. http://www.ellis-music.com/ Continue reading

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Winter’s Warmth

It was Sunday evening, and I sat down for my daily meditation. I decided to do a visualization. I began by focusing on my breathing; extending exhales as long as possible. I imagined that with each breath I was spreading … Continue reading

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Past the Bend

Tell me how bad it is. Is it the worst or best, or fabulous? Is it the first or last, or preposterous? That depends. Do you take or lend? Are you friends, or do you need to make amends? Or … Continue reading

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Antecedent

I sit down on my cushion resolved to explore my inner landscapes. I focus on my breathing. I keep my inhales short and exhale as slowly as possible. I begin to imagine the source of my breathing as my life … Continue reading

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Rouse the Ruse

It’s time to wake up! Don’t snooze your alarm! You dreamed of good luck, But the ruse does more harm. Open your eyes. I know that it’s bright, but after the burn you’ll regain your sight. Your dream was a … Continue reading

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The First Key

“This is the labyrinth. These are the keys.” I awoke startled by the sound of someone speaking. Suspicious, I didn’t move but glanced my eyes around the room. Nothing seemed amiss. I had a strong feeling of a vivid memory … Continue reading

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