and dreamed a dream that could not be
the waves that plunged along the shore
said only dreamer, dream no more...
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:
E're long I lingered at this site, here to better see your plight; drinking in such words of dreaming, midnight waves on ocean heaving. This canvas that you paint upon, I know that I'll return anon. (thanks for sharing such images!)
oh, hi again cathy - thank you so much for coming over - and for the absolutely beautiful words - very very beautiful! come again soon! namaste' - j
Remember to have read, 'what can't be dreamed, can't ever be.'
is there anything which cannot be dreamed, robert?
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