Phrases I’ve been thinking about: The membrane of consciousness. Dreams, dreams, dreams... Transmutation of dreams. In the balance of dreams.
Chipmunk, do you know you are in this dream about the heart of the earth about rivers heart of heart of earth and living waters? Yes? Chipmunk?
I pray for the dancing light
I pray for flowers and the quicksand
I pray for angels and yes for the chipmunk
and above all for the waters of the world
for the "ripples winding
around the
waters of the world." (from The Far Field by Theodore Roethke)
I pray for the dream
within this dream
waking into
"the country of our waking."
"Then came I entire to this moment,
process and light
To discover the country
of our waking
breaking open." (from Breaking Open by Muriel Rukeyser)