Expired Jokes of a Dreamer

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Are you willing to be weird if required?

Laugh about jokes that have already expired?

Endeavor to be zany at a time when it’s optional?

If yes, you’re at risk for a life that’s impossible!

Miracles will be had.  Magical treasures, too.

With a Dreamer in your pocket, there’s nothing you can’t do!

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Soul’s Troll

The spiral path

To your soul

Is guarded by

A lonely troll.

He endeavors to stop

All who enter–

Who try to grow

And find their center.

It’s not his fault.

He has forgotten

His real, true purpose

Is to show you the button

The button to press

To open the chamber

That passageway to

Love’s container.

When you’ve mastered

The keys to life’s game

You are ready to pass

Into this flame:

The center of the heart,

The gateway to GOD…

Home is where it leads;

The troll is a fraud.

So, know that he’s there,

Nod when he tries

To keep out what simply

must pass on by.

Sooooo…..

In you are going,

In you must go.

Your destiny awaits you–

At the end of the rainbow.

Ahh Musement

I really think it’s true

That finding the Muse

Unlocks a room

Where magic brews.

 

Once she’s free–

Like a genie from a bottle–

Dreams rush in

And reality is mottled.

 

Whatcha gonna do

Now that she’s out?

The Muse will have her way,

About that, no doubt.

 

Get ready. Take your seat.

This rocket’s gonna fly

Across 8 dimensions

Into your third eye.

 

The Muse, she has a gift,

A present for you…

Let her in your life now; 

Enchantment will ensue.

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Shown in the photo is a piece of art I made inspired by the Muse.  She actually came to me in a dream this month (May 2016) (a nighttime, sleep dream)–looking just like this.  The scene included red velvet curtains, a bright green striped backdrop, and a really cute clown muse dressed as she is here and holding a polka-dotted box of RAINBOWS.  I ended up waking up after the dream, probably because it was so pleasant and fun.  I almost immediately set out to make a piece of art inspired by the vision.  I started with this bead piece because I love beading, but I hope to follow it with a painting.  Like the poem (which I wrote three years before I had the dream) says, she indeed does have a gift!!  Hello Muse! And thank you!!

Soggy Dreams

This is a funny little poem I wrote tonight, actually for my other blog (that’s going to be a narrative account of my past 15 months on sabbatical, looking for my next home).  I thought I’d post it over here, too.  Gives a little added texture to my gypsy’s journey…

 

There’s some kind of mysterious

Recipe I’m seeking…

For a magical home

In a dream I’m dreaming….

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Nature and people

And beauty and climate.

Work prospects, culture,

Politics, excitement.

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There are so many elements

I’m trying to consider–

When planning for home

In Hither or Thither…

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I no longer believe

That perfection exists.

Everywhere has compromise;

Reality persists.

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I’m really not sure

Which conditions I’ll choose,

But I must find home soon…

I can sure feel the fuse

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Lit in my heart,

Burning through my body…

“Make a choice now,” it says,

Or your dreams will get soggy.

 

 

Alchemy of Word

Have you discovered

the ALCHEMY OF WORD?

Turn emotions into phrase–

Get your feelings heard.

Open your heart–

Share what’s inside

Healing can happen

When you’ve nothing to hide.

Tap inner wisdom

Plumb your great depths

The Mystery within us

Knows all the steps

To release our fears

Upgrade into Love

Stiff, stuck emotions

Dark energy and sludge.

Dig deep now. Look up!

It’s just about time–

Put wings on your soul

With words that rhyme.

BLISSperiment

The energy of this moment

Is soooo DELICIOUS

I want to capture and bottle it

And make chocolate kisses

To eat with the Gods

While we drink of this nectar

Flow in the sweet river

Of tranquil Creator

A 3rd eye explosion

Pan-sensory emotion

Bliss-felt dream-ocean

Of heart-song devotion

Great Spirit Nataraja

OM Shiva IN+fuse

This morsel of space-time

With Amrit of the Muse

Dolphin Love

I spent two months on the Big Island of Hawaii in November and December 2012 and spent the week of 12/21/12 (including the solstice) swimming off the Kona coast with a pod of wild dolphins.  It was the most magical, intense, wonderful, and joyful experience of my life.  Since that week I dream about dolphins regularly, including last night.  I think I am meant to work with them in a healing capacity–taking people to do dolphin-art-yoga retreats, perhaps.  Since, professionally, I am a therapist/healer/artist/yoga instructor and spending time with dolphins naturally opens one’s heart (and thus is healing), I think this is a beautiful idea.  Until I manifest that possibility, however, I am left with a fountain of appreciation flowing from my heart to the dolphins (dolphriends!) that inspires me to write little whimsical poems and create playful art.

Little dophin

In the sea-

Thinking of you

Uplifts me

How you dash

Flip and twirl

Makes me smile

My heart swirl

So much joy

So much love

With you in my life

I am above

The sorrow and fear

The woes of the day

In the o c e a n depths

We splash and play

Thank you for

The gifts you bring

Simply by swimming

And doing your thing

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(Seed bead mosaic by the author)