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THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD...
- GYPSYWOMAN
- A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]
JUNG AND THE DREAM DOOR...
the dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret recesses of the soul, opening into that cosmic night which was psyche long before there was any ego-consciousness, and which will remain psyche no matter how far our ego-consciousness extends -
dancing with life...
it's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance - it is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance - it is the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give - and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live - [artist unknown to me-words bette midler the rose]
DREAMS IN VISUAL ART
the dream by deChavannes
DREAMS IN VISUAL ART
Oberon, Titania and Puck with Fairies Dancing by william blake c1785
I AM CALLED WOMAN...
i am called woman i am all that you see and so much more three in one all compiled i am the wee girl child choosing you from before to carry me then set me free i am the lover banshee quenching desire from every shore leaving all who linger more beguiled i am the earth mother styled to hold you to love you then have you soar to be the wee girl child the lover banshee the all of me i am called woman - 2009 gypsywoman
DREAMS IN POETRY...
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. - christina rossetti
aristotle and plato on dreams
The Greeks thought that dreams were a means to be receptive to thought, a way to be telepathic. They also believed that dreams were a means for communicating with spirits or ghosts. Around 350 B.C., the Greek philosopher Aristotle determined that dreams came from within the Self. This was a revolutionary idea because until that time it was widely believed that dreams came from outside of Self rather than welling up from within. Aristotle’s work spanned the nature of consciousness beyond the physical and for his incredible insight historical accounts have remembered him as the father of metaphysics. Plato, a contemporary and student of Aristotle, took these ideas a bit farther. Plato identified dreams as a communication from the soul of man. - from the Dreamer's Dictionary/School of Metaphysics -
4 comments:
As a poetry/prose appreciator and fool enuf to believe I've written "not bad" prose, I'm drawn back to your poetry blog for a bit of what you use to filter this dreamworld through - since dreams are most times the chatter of the never-inactive brain speaking to itself - what do you think? Is it folly to attempt to understand its language? Or more important than we imagine?
oh, absolutely MORE important that we can imagine - don't you agree?
and i am flattered that you come back - thank you - and please do again as i do yours -
We are the stull that dreams are made of, Gypsywoman.
With what scant knowledge I have of poetry, I do believe that dreams are food for poetry. This is what makes poetry so appealing.
i think you're right, kismet!
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