Hey Lula,thank you for the fabulous poem,you just made me realize how much i wanna appreciate the sounding beauty that i've overlook
ps:this week the weather has been disappointing,it sucks*and forecast said it would be raining in the following few days...your cloud gazing has motivated me too,I get my sunshine through your poem

I liek to see what images I can find in clouds, it is a favourite pastime of mine. It is no wonder that the ancients saw gods and goddesses in the sky, one can really imagine walking there. And looking down at clouds from an airplane is also an amazing sight to behold.

I had a poppy experience today, not of the opium kind. It reminded me a little of Nic's poppy in the piece he wrote for Details magazine, for those who have not read that, here it is:

http://cagealotcastle.activeboard.com/t38067887/on-the-road-with-nicolas-cage/

Anyway, I wrote a poem about myexperience today.

 

Arrived here by chance-design,

Made it,

through the neglect-ridden screaming earth,
forgotten trodden-down concrete,
dusty cigarettes and dead rubble,

Without trying

Petals like the curved melting orange joy
of wax, flaming, yielding,

Or lips softly smiling,

but not wanting

A Fragile extravagance

Openness cupping sunlight

A heart full of love
just living the day it was given,

In quiet radiance

And humble brilliance,

An essence
like angels whispering,

And a beauty to stop the world.

I am happy you enjoyed it Lady Grace, thank you from my heart for your kind words or encouragement!

Thank you Lady Trueheart, it was such a beautiful unassuming poppy, really just Being, it would say it wasn't being brave at all, so humble.

I wrote this in the middle of the night on my phone after waking from a powerful dream i have no idea what it is about.. so if anyone has any ideas....

What use, sir, of the land with no use,
and pines that weep, engaged drolly in the debris,
interrupting unruly sweeping plains of colour dreams,
no gravity on the dancefloor,
dropping the cosmic, skitter skatter landing,
the wasteland, no sound, without vision,
barren beyond battle empty shells
spying, silently............
the chills,
sucked into the long dark tunnel,
frozen nothing grasping the breath empty,
surface above water, crowds echo torture, through these cells,
running towards the dessert....................
 
peace burning in the sun
 
shimmering, breathing, golden landscape

ascending

wings unfurling

remembering remembering remembering

a warm weight on the periphery

push-pulling lullaby-knowing

i was always here, beyond 

wow....i hadn't seen it Lady trueheart, thank you so much for that reflection, which is like a poem in itself! Definitely the return of the soul to home, but, perhaps more the landscape is a metaphor for life now, without wanting to get too personal about it. Thanks again, for your wisdom!

You are too kind Lady True and there isn't a blush emoticon so i dont know what to say.

My dreams are so incredibly vivid...does anyone else have  a rich dream life? I have come to feel that dreams are both the projections of our deep unconscious mind onto the screen of our dreamscape and  in sense only as menaingful as you want to make that be, and universal symbolism. that means both our interpretations of my dream stand, Meg.

 

Lol, an epic Nic dream deserves to be shared Lady T!?! i have had a few in my time, but hy have changed in flavour over the years, I am due a a sexy dream I reckon! Lol, a poem about that might be quite something!

I absolutely do agree that there is universal symbolism and cultural symbolism , the former being more transcendent and eternal, and timeless. If like mine your spiritual, for want of a better word, experience has been that the soul in separatioin in this lifetime is infact part of the whole and awakening is the return to that Oneness/ Home (which for me is not at death, it could be in any lifetime through consciousness and is available in every moment) then we are indeed dreaming the same dream..and in sleep, when the efforting, resisting, controlling, wanting ego finally surrenders we return to that. And , this is exactly what you said my dream was about Meg, and you are totally right!

I just get myself out of the way Tues, and if whatever comes through me is wisdom, then it takes a wise heart to see it! I feel you are a poetic soul Tues, if you were to let that flow out in words i would love to read it sometime.