Well, they were good last night. But it was a surreal experience. Looking up, there was the fingernail moon…all smilely-like. It’s grin shone through the naked tree limbs overhead. I called “Hey!” and made a photograph. A happy photograph.
Turning toward the dark waters, my mind looked for something compelling. There in the deep murk, was the moon again. In that context, he seemed a little sad …so I made photo of sad moon. Couldn’t make up my mind. Sometimes it just goes like that…even when conditions are right.
Moon told me, “it’s all good, and moment-to-moment. Just live it.” Peering again through naked limbs I could make out a silent voice. She told me to “settle down. Listen to wind, you can learn much from silence.”
It appears calm The surface nearly flat Yet those small ripples…waves Belie a boiling unseen
In my dreams of unrest Uncertainty Waves crash overhead Control completely lost
No longer a man In this dream I am a boy Thrown about Away
Reduced to flotsam Bound to continuous churning Without escape Save the awakening
It has been some time since I’ve experienced this dream. It started as a recurring lucid dream in my childhood soon after my parents divorced and split the family. It is interesting that the affects one event will manifest itself in our subconscious looking for resolution.
(Photo – Coronado, CA – Full Edit Manipulation in TOPAZ)