Dream Walker – Photo by Lady<\/p><\/div>\n

Flooding the Dream Sleeper<\/strong><\/p>\n

One, a train,
\nOne train after another
\nThe coolness, a bell ringing
\nIn altitudes just beneath
\nTrue sky blown blue into the sea
\nAn air trained in exhaustion
\nThis one acrobatic exhibition
\nDelighted by orchestrating
\nThe motion of that
\nWhich fuels the quiet<\/p>\n

Unlocked in the being
\nA peace this vast becomes
\nso peering tactless through
\nveils upon veils of matter
\nAnd the immunity of transformation<\/p>\n

Dissolution of the basics
\nAs inevitable as holy patterns
\nIngrained in a colossus of sand
\nBubbles left blowing, completely
\nDrowned in light and the wind<\/p>\n

Awakened by the sleeping word speaking
\nA thousand words within
\nA dream outside
\nThe dream<\/p>\n

~ Abdul Ben Camel<\/p>\n

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IF I STEP OUT OF A DREAM<\/strong><\/p>\n

If I step out of the dusk of a dream
\ndoes that mean that I’m a dream-like character
\nand I infuse the quality of dream into this Ness?<\/p>\n

If I step out of a dream
\nis it like opening a curtain or window
\nsome kind of portal from thick into thin,
\nmaking thin thick?<\/p>\n

Or if I step out of a dream
\ndoes it mean I move my limbs
\nlanguidly as though air water, like
\na dedicated swimmer toweling off in the
\nmoment and my eyelids are gentle,
\nsoft and slow, partners of something observed?<\/p>\n

Could I understand myself–me being the spectator
\nof raw parts of my inner life–as the docile whole object
\nyou see with behaviors characteristic of whatever
\nyou say I am?<\/p>\n

~ Lady<\/p>\n

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Tulip Tree Flowers in Stream – Photo by Cynthia Piper<\/p><\/div>\n

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