A Dream of Our Becoming
“… I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was… The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was… [so] I will sing it.”
- A Midsummer-Night’s Dream, Shakespeare
You and I
We are Here
But We are not
There is an element of Everywhere about Us
An attitude of stardust in our bones.
We are aiming to illuminate, to brighten from Within-
the shadows of the Self
of the Unit
of the Whole
and the memory of selfless offering- lingers sweetly
on the tongues of our ever prophetic musing.
There is an Everything about our very nature-
so naturally designed to Do and Be, at once.
Complete in our lack of clear distinction from the other Oneness
I mySelf sit among the varied reflections-
too much to move between them.
Together, all promises made make their case for absolution
for means of validation
thusly weaving large quantities of dark matter through their hair.
The humble aspects of their lofted beginnings
aim for revery among the tops of distant breezy trees.
Together the words taste ever so much like free flowing poetry
aimlessly strewn as if liquid on our lips
fast to keep us running to remember
while the heavy minds of saints and friendly sages
connect us indirectly to the Truth.
Their tellings, near subliminal
choosing a winded Us over Them.
Through the veins of time the moments course, with a decided trot towards
the Secrets of our Sanity.
Cases all but closed around the confines of the too-free-to-be-caged
moments of our imagining-
We wait for tomorrow to bring newer opportunity than today’s felt sense of Is
hoping these options present themselves sparkling
appealing to our fanciful sense of that which is truly worthy-
Then, looking again with fresh eyes
We See Clearly.
Meanwhile the atoms in our stasis vibrate uncontrollably
aching, pulsing, weaving, dancing-
firing songs of freedom- neuron by precious neuron
into the richness of that oasis of skillful craft created
calling us to Be.
god in training
Master of sacred majesty, a personal harmony sing-songing along
though no experiment can exact upon itSelf without affecting All.
In its need to Be Just So, it proves to be beyond its own desire for self expression-
the totality of its nonsensical sense of It-ness stands remarkably light and lithely
in tandem circumstance.
And Here We Are.
There can and will be more inside these crystal halls
than the Universe or mind-
seen whispering together in imperfect unison
will elude to over time and times again.
At once, I found myself lost amongst the brambles
Echoing choices yet to make their way into my vision
Knowing I was soon to be found, Self by fair Self, ages past and yet to come.
I saw a window There
And flew through with wings expanding well beyond their predetermined means
It has been a long time since I knew mySelf to Be this Free.
Standing richly decorated among your own realized Self
embodying Your Truth and holding shiny pieces of the grandest discovery
of all that Is to Be Discovered-
Holding misshapen keys, fitting only the most specific doors
the kind that await within our deepest dreams.
If I could Go Anywhere, I would Be Only Me.
We are Together
We Are Together.
by. Rachael Ehrlund