Dreams become memories,
and the lines are fading
between here and there…
Life’s ephemeral nature is visible
I see it rise & fall
Life is illusion, but so believable
As the dreamer becomes aware
that she is dreaming,
everything changes…lucidity
The boundaries dissolve
and the dreamer breathes deeply
inhale, exhale
and our dear dreaming traveler remains steady
The mystery keeps her secretswell…
revealing only what the dreamer needs to know
moment by moment
Mystical, fluid, velvety darkness
Heart beats tenderly and bravely
As she explores all this
Blue colors the mystery
with her many hues and moods
There’s a bright, shining sun as well
oranges & reds with stories to tell
but it’s the coolness of the moon
that soothes our dreamer
Journeying slowly at times,
and other times racing
through the forest, trees
flying by as if this
hallucination were hurrying
to arrive more quickly
at some undetermined destination
Turning, twisting path,
unpredictable & exciting,
flame of curiosity well lit and ever
inspiring, keeping her warm always
Uncertainty expands possibility
And she holds her desires
Lovingly, lightly
These dreams will one day
become memories, and so she
maintains perspective while
losing herself completely
And remembering and forgetting,
on and on,
lost and then found,
her dreams strengthen her
and cultivate a deep longing to return to her true home
For you see…
the illusion of this separation
propels her forward
with the back & forth
contraction / expansion
of the pulsing dream beat
of her aching heart
Unfulfilled by the material life she lives,
she yearns for depth and she prays for this…
that she may remain ever connected
and appreciate this (surreal) life
for the gift that it is
© 2017 Erin Pillman
