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The Dreaming Self

Sensation is real
And suffering is true,
And freedom from pain is the dream we hold to.
This does not exclude everything else,
This does not define what is real for the self.
In my own dream I say what I see.
Though you may not see the same as me.
We all dream and are dreaming
The dreams our brains are selling.
What happens when one wakes up?
Now that would be telling.

A Suicide of Angels

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A suicide of angels.
One would from this angle
Wish their eyes were deceiving,
untrustworthy little orbs.
Their ears fearfully confirming
What their eyes see as burning,
But still what their brains cannot absorb.
All the while he is smiling
The one who, from afar, beguiling
Their denial into crying,
Terrifying panic, and insane rancor.
Oh! For the angels that should not have died before!
Then his smile betrays a clue.
This suicide of angels cannot be true!
What horror has been left for me and you?
The damage is done and he knows it.
Perhaps a wound impermanent, but who can close it?
Surely father time has no such tourniquet.
Now there is work to be done, stitches to sew.
What does the future hold? Who can know?
Once healed, these scars will follow us so,
We must do our best,
And learn to let go.

A note on the art:
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Through a Haze, Hope

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In the wake of this dark ship,
It passing by with my hopes and dreams,
Unclearly seen through a miasmic
Haze left by it, I try to clear my eyes and breathe.
Trapped in this slough, but only halfway.
Light can be seen,
Such as at the end of day.
A light that gives some hope much-needed.
Though quickly it’s fading,
Time remains enough that it’s seeded.
And within my brain what remains of reason,
Encourages some strength to pass this season.

Of Sleep and Dreams

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Resting, swirling, falling deep
Into this am I to keep,
A steady rhythm as I sleep,
From one so easily to seep,
Outside of this brain I keep?
Awake with the rhythm and so failing
To keep my sleep and now complaining,
In my dreams I may be flailing,
All to keep this one from tailing,
Me to my sea of dreams and sailing.
Hiding ‘neath the moonlight ‘ore,
Me myself, my brain, and more,
Shall stay the sea and sweep the shore,
That part of me I’m looking for
That seeped out and denies me sleep. Why for?