Thursday, December 31, 2009

wishing you magical moments in 2010...



In blissful dream
in silent night
There came to me, 
with magic might
With magic might
my own sweet love
Into my little room above.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

from the gods...



a dream, too, is from zeus...

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

THINKING OF YOU...



as we each journey into a new year,
thank you for traveling along with me -
wishing you peace love and passion -
jenean

Monday, December 14, 2009

first a dream...


Nothing
happens
unless 
first
a
dream.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

the two roads of south africa...



If there are dreams 
about a beautiful South Africa, 
there are also roads 
that lead to their goal. 
Two of these roads 
could be named 
Goodness
and 
Forgiveness.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

dear friends -

just to let you know, as my little campfires in blogland bear witness, the past week or so has found me distracted and sidetracked with the ups and downs of familial and other issues which have taken me from my usual time and energies on my own blogs and those of dear friends such as you -  in addition, i'm working on a couple of LARGE art pieces with imminent deadlines -

so please forgive my seemingly "irreverent" attention here and know that my lack of regular postings and comments in no way reflects anything except that which it is - peripheral things to which i must attend for a couple of weeks -

but i'll be back and forth as i can so please check over at my places at your leisure, as i, of course, will yours!  and, as always, i'll be thinking of you and yours with much affection - jenean

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Anais Nin's motto...



proceed from the dream outward

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

purple haze...



To unpathed waters
undreamed shores.

Monday, December 7, 2009

the icy night of my spirit...



“Yes, I now feel that it was then 
on that evening of sweet dreams
that the very first dawn of 
human love burst upon 
the icy night of my spirit
Since that period 
I have never seen 
nor heard your name 
without a shiver 
half of delight
half of anxiety.”

Sunday, December 6, 2009

the color of my mind...



I have dreamed in my life, 
dreams that have 
stayed with me ever after, 
and changed my ideas
they have gone through 
and through me
like wine through water
and altered the 
color of my mind.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

i dream...















i don't dream 
at night
i dream 
all day
i dream for
a living...

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

the musical dreams of musicians...


























musicians dream of music more than twice with respect to non-musicians -


musical dreams frequency is related to the age of commencement of musical instruction, but not to the daily load of musical activity -


nearly half of the recalled music was non-standard,
suggesting that original music can be created in dreams -

Monday, November 30, 2009

the illustrated book...















dreams
are illustrations
from the book
your soul is writing
about you

Sunday, November 29, 2009

the creations...



Our dreams are firsthand creations,
rather than residues of waking life.

Monday, November 23, 2009

the lover's dream...

 






do i love you
because you're beautiful
or are you beautiful
because i love you?
am i making believe
i see in you
a woman too perfect
to be really true?
do i want you
because you're wonderful
or are you wonderful
because i want you?
are you the sweet invention
of a lover's dream
or are you really as
beautiful as you seem?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

the dreams of cinema...





















Talking about dreams
is like talking about movies,
since the cinema uses
the language of dreams;
years can pass in a second
and you can hop
from one place to another.
It’s a language made of image.
And in the real cinema,
every object and
every light means something,
as in a dream.

Friday, November 20, 2009

the bird...



Hold
fast
to
dreams, 
for
if 
dreams
die, 
life
is a 
broken
winged
bird 
that
cannot
fly.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

the boundary...






























Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off waking toils,
They do divide

our
being...

Monday, November 16, 2009

echo...

























Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the sparkling silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

the identity...






























there is a moment upon just 
waking up from a dream 
when you experience 
a startling shift in perspective
in that moment you realize that 
the life you were most recently leading - 
the life in your dream
was merely a product of your imagination
in this transition period your return 
to the waking world often seems 
like the termination of an illusion...
awakening from a lucid dream 
can be just as startling...
because the conscious realization
that you are dreaming does not 
dilute the power of your 
dream identity at all.

Friday, November 13, 2009

the awakening...



She entered the story knowing 
she would emerge from it 
feeling she had been 
immersed in the lives of others, 
in plots that stretched back twenty years, 
her body full of sentences and moments
as if awakening from sleep 
with a heaviness caused by 
unremembered dreams.

the illusion...


What is life
A madness. 
What is life? 
An illusion
a shadow
a story
And the 
greatest good 
is little enough
for all 
life is a dream
and dreams themselves 
are only dreams.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

of webs and walls...



talking
talking
spinning 
a web of words
pale walls of dreams
between myself
and 
all
i
see

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

this bag of dreams...



Take
if you must, 
this little bag of dreams
Unloose the cord, 
and 
they will wrap you round.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

life is a sleep...



Our revels now are ended. 
These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, 

the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, 

the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. 

We are such stuff
As dreams
are made on; 

and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Friday, November 6, 2009

dreams of the sea...



i came here
to tell of the bells
that live in the sea
that dream of the sea
within the sea
thus
i live here

Thursday, November 5, 2009

the answers...



dreams are 
today's answers
to tomorrow's questions -

Monday, November 2, 2009

my home waits...in dreams...



What 
I want to do 
is travel 
deep and deeper 
into the dreamlands
to find that place 
that I know 
is waiting
for me here. 
My home.


true dreams live...



Dreams
are true 
while they last 
and
do we not 
live
in 
dreams?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

a dream deferred...



What happens to a  
dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun.....
......Or does it

explode?

Monday, October 26, 2009

Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet LXXXl:
















“And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.


No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
 

No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.”

Sunday, October 25, 2009

the secret spot...



"Within 
your heart
keep one still, 
secret spot 
where 
dreams 
may go."

Friday, October 23, 2009

lie in blackness...



Channels 
are blocked in the mind, 
from the day.  
Lie down 
in blackness of night,
forgotten remnants 
rush to the mind
or 
creeping slowly 
appear 
in the
dreams.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

the divided world...


































And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams--
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

dark dreams from poe...


Deep into that darkness peering
long I stood there, 
wondering, 
fearing, 
doubting, 
dreaming dreams 
no mortal 
ever dared 
to dream 
before.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

poppy field dream...



Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

we dream to be together...



“I think 
we 
dream 
so we 
do
not
have 
to be 
apart
so long.
If we’re

in 
each
other’s
dreams, 
we 
can 
play 
together
all
night.”

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

tread softly on my dreams...


Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden
and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly 

because 
you 
tread on my dreams.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

the dream warrior - my own lucid dream experience


in 1995 i went to the twin eagles pow wow in shreveport - it was the first one i had attended and my friend and i decided to go on opening day, taking along my twin granddaughters [aged 7] -

two nights before the pow wow, i had a very very vividly intense lucid dream - in my dream, which i realized to be a dream as i dreamed, i found myself in a completely pure white room - a single room with the white so bright as to be unimaginable - a pure unadulterated radiant white - in this room were several older women who were seated - no words were spoken but i knew that they were telling me that they were there to help me somehow - i can still see the cluster of them today, sitting with their long black hair the only real color in the room - they told me there was someone i needed to meet - and they were sending him to me - and through an opening in the room walked a very tall muscular man in native american regalia - he also verbalized nothing as he walked toward me - he was wearing a large plumed headband and dressed in solid white - i remember observing me from behind as i stood in the room - as he got closer to me, i awoke - and i remember watching him come closer toward me - as he got directly in front of me, i awoke -

the dream was one of those that leaves you overwhelmed with its intensity - wondering of its meaning - and feeling as if it were an actual "real" experience rather than a "dream" - i told my friend about it later that day and we laughed about it even, about the tall dark indian warrior coming to me in my dreams -

the day of the pow wow i gathered up my little granddaughters, picked up my friend and we drove to the pow wow at the shreveport fair grounds, and the huge arena in which it was being held - the crowd was enormous but we were able to get seats right on the second row from the front - perfect seats - the grand parade began with the marching out of different tribal representatives in full regalia - there were several sets of drummers chanting beating - the air was electrified - i heard nothing but the drums and the chants and the rhythm of it all - of the drums the voices the feet pounding the dirt floor - and a feeling of i don't know what came over me - a feeling of "coming home" - of having "been away" for a very very long time - a feeling of pure love - a feeling at the same time of absolute and total grief - i mean, pure unadulterated absolute "grief" - and i began to sob - i don't mean that i shed a few tears - i mean that i sobbed as if there had been a death - the sobs racked my body - they overtook my soul - my being - i was aware of people around me turning to look at me - some of them even smiled knowingly - when finally i could control the sobbing, or it stopped of its own accord, actually, i knew that something inexplicable had just happened to me but knew not what - and then, a single dancer - a kiowa - was announced - and out onto the dirt floor walked the native man who had come to me in my dream - the man in the white regalia with the beautiful headpiece - and as he danced, he danced toward me, looking at me as his feet struck the sand with each beat - i was transfixed in that moment and could do nothing but absorb the totality of those moments in time -

after several more dancers had performed, someone took my hand for me to come with them to the arena floor to join the dance/the drum - i don't remember the person - and we left out seats, my granddaughters, my friend and i, and went out onto the dirt floor where we joined hands with dancers and others and danced around the arena in unison, as one entity, to the beat the rhythm of the drums and the cries of the chants - a moment of pure beauty and love -

after the pow wow was over, we tried to find this man - this dream warrior - but unsuccessfully - he was not to be found -

but i could not lose the reality of the dream or of the elder women or of this man - and several days later i contacted someone whom i knew to be associated with the shreveport twin eagles group [but whom i'd never met] - we met for lunch the next day and i told him my dream story and the story of my reaction at the pow wow - the sobbing and the associated feelings - the grief and coming home and of peace and love - and he listened to me, his eyes never leaving my face, his long silver hair below his shoulders, with his hands out on the table toward mine - and he told me that the man in my dreams was dennis zotigh, a kiowa from oklahoma and that he, himself, had personally chosen dennis to dance at this pow wow - that dennis is a known "messenger" and that i had been chosen to receive the message this time - there was something for me to learn - a journey to be had - and then he asked me to join the twin eagles group, which i did -

i stayed a member for several years - and did contact dennis but did not receive a response - much to my dismay - however, it could be that he simply never received my email message as he tours constantly - whatever the reason, though, i have not communicated directly with him but he remains a part of my life in many ways -



and so - this is my story of the women elders and the native man who came to me in my dream -

Monday, October 5, 2009

the dream devil in music...



the story behind the composer, giuseppe tartini's 1692–1770, "devil trill" starts with a dream where the devil is said to have appeared to tartini and asked him to be his servant - after their lessons, tartini handed the devil his violin to test his skill—the devil immediately began to play with such virtuosity that tartini felt his breath taken away - when the tartini awoke he immediately jotted down the sonata, desperately trying to recapture what he had heard in the dream - despite the sonata being successful with his audiences, tartini lamented that the piece was still far from what he had heard in his dream - what he had written was, in his own words: "so inferior to what i had heard, that if i could have subsisted on other means, i would have broken my violin and abandoned music forever."



Sunday, October 4, 2009

the noise of consciousness...



It is on the whole
probably that 
we continually dream
but that 
consciousness 
makes such a noise 
that we 
do not hear it.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

the navigator...

Dreams
will show you
where you are
and
where you are going.
They
reveal
your
destiny.

Monday, September 28, 2009

visions and dreams...

It is only by introducing the young
to great literature, drama and music
and to the excitement of
great science

that we open to them the possibilities
that lie within the human spirit
enable them
to see
visions
and
dream
dreams
Eric Anderson

Thursday, September 24, 2009

truest life...

our truest life
is when
we are
in dreams
awake

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

in the arms of wonder...
















not
all

lucid dreams
are useful

but they all have a
sense of wonder
about them -

if you must sleep
through a
third of your life

why should you
sleep
through
your
dreams
too?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

dream land...

Where sunless rivers weep

Their waves into the deep,

She sleeps a charmed sleep:

Awake her not.

Led by a single star,

She came from very far

To seek where shadows are

Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,

She left the fields of corn,

For twilight cold and lorn

And water springs.

Through sleep, as through a veil,

She sees the sky look pale,

And hears the nightingale

That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest

Shed over brow and breast;

Her face is toward the west,

The purple land.

She cannot see the grain

Ripening on hill and plain;

She cannot feel the rain

Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore

Upon a mossy shore;

Rest, rest at the heart's core

Till time shall cease:

Sleep that no pain shall wake;

Night that no morn shall break

Till joy shall overtake

Her perfect peace.

Monday, September 21, 2009

chaucer and waterhouse dream works...

Whan Adryane his wif aslepe was
For that hire syster fayrer was than she,
He taketh hire in his hond and forth goth he
To shipe, and as a traytour stal his wey,
Whil that this Adryane aslepe lay.'

Friday, September 18, 2009

my refuge...my pleasure...

my dreams were all my own
i accounted for them to nobody
they were my refuge when annoyed
my purest pleasure when free -