Sunsetguy37

Between The Worlds

When I close my eyes but stay awake
In dreams where I know I'm dreaming,
I see spinning circles of dark and light
Not flat like pictures in books
But moving in and out, up and down.

The window washer washes the scene away
But it comes back when I'm quiet,
Like it has something important to say.

Opposites dance together in this spinning ball:
Happy and sad
Big and small
Beginning and end
Enemy and friend.

Roses sitting proud in the vase on the table
Remind me how beauty grows from thorns,
How opposites need each other
Like night needs day,
Like I need you.

Some people long ago climbed mountains
To find this same truth.
They said, "Everything is born from love pulling things together
And strife pushing them apart."

Standing naked amongst tall trees
I felt this in dreams where I could fly,
Where thoughts become real things,
Where I am both myself and everyone.

Dust in an empty room
Catches sunlight, dances,
Each speck both tiny and important,
Just like you, just like me.

The thoughts keep coming back,
Like they're knocking on my door:
"Let me in! I have something to tell you!"

Life is a puzzle, a question, a discovered perspective,
and still another first

Even when I try to think about other things,
My mind returns to the spinning circle,
Where opposites create everything in between.

Sun, Mars, Moon, Carmelo
Names we give to help us understand
The big family we belong to.

In my dream-that-isn't-just-a-dream,
I'm appearing on my stage of life in my tuxedo,
Dressed up to receive an important message:
We are not separate from each other
Or from anything that lives.

Flowing in and out of me
Like breath, like water, like time,
The message won't let me forget it.

To be of the awareness of all that is life —
This is what the ancient wise ones knew.
This is what my dreams keep showing me.
This is why the thoughts keep coming back.

Quiet become my thoughts
When I finally listen with my whole self,
When I stop trying to push away
What needs to be heard.

Beautiful is the fall
Into understanding that doesn't come from books.
Sometimes wisdom arrives in circles and colors,
In dreams where you're awake,
In thoughts that won't leave you alone.

The unknown rider's journals
Hold stories like mine, like yours,
Of people who glimpsed something bigger
Than what eyes can see.

Hypothesis of my life:
We are both one thing and many things,
Like dots that make a picture,
Like notes that make a song.

Ask me about love
And I'll tell you it's the force
That spins the circle,
That brings opposites together,
That makes new things possible.

This is what I had to tell you.
This is why the dream keeps coming.
This is what I couldn't keep inside.