Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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just as we all are gypsies of a sort in this life - in this world, so, too, we are in that other world - the dream world - the place where we are free to travel to places known or places unknown - free to travel far and wide - travel without fear - without trepidation - because just as we individually create our reality world, so do we each create our dream world -
Jung, on dreams, in his "ubergang":
a small hidden door to the most deep hidden and secret corners of the psyche, an entrance to the cosmic night, which was the psyche before there was any trace of an ‘ego’-consciousness:
and what will remain the psyche, no matter how far our ‘ego’-consciousness might stretch itself…
all consciousness acts to divide, but in our dreams we take the form of a more universal, true and eternal man who wanders through the darkness of the primal night.
There he is still the whole man, and this wholeness is in him, not distinguishable from nature and devoid of any ego-consciousness.
From this all unifying depth the dream arises; no matter how childish, grotesque or immoral the dream might be."
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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