Thursday, July 22, 2021
A strange dream Would like to post this on my private page, but can't find it. Here is my post, entitled "A Break in Time.".
Would like to post this on my private page, but can't find it. Here is my post, entitled "A Break in Time."
I generally do not recall my dreams, but found myself having this one recently just as I woke up. I was with an unknown companion looking 'across the street" at a row of buildings, with only a pile of rubble where the center building recently stood. There were no humans in this scene. We did not know what had happened, why the building had collapsed. Two days later the news showed pictures of the rubble from a collapsed building in Florida. It was a major disaster. At first I thought it was a "premonition" dream of a coming disaster. Then I realized that this "event" had already taken place and my dream was of the aftermath. I felt no emotion, just a curiosity about what had happened. The fact that we were looking from "across the street" was important, as if we were from some other place or dimension. Also important was the fact that we saw no life amidst the rubble, only the debris. This was a very strange "dream" that somehow seemed more than a dream. Were my "friend" and I from another dimension?
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Monday, July 19, 2021
Not in a cave
Not in a Cave
No, I did not live in a cave.
Never bathed in icey cold rivers.
Nor did I take a vow of silence,
yet said nothing
for 14 years.
Then in the 15th year I met a man
who understood my tale,
though I never spoke it aloud.
My ecstasy filled the room.
He felt it
and let it mingle with his own.
Dance of Shiva and Shakti.
Butterfly and blossom,
candle and flame,
male and female,
all combinations the same
to the One.
When two ecstatics get together
anything can happen.
No words were needed.
Silence spoke,
sang songs of transcendence
and transfiguration,
of love,
unbearable joy.
Dorothy Walters
July 18, 2021
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Poetry changed to prose
Once again, a lovely poem is primted as if prose. Blogger no longer supports poetry. It only recognizes prose. So sad. Also, no way to raise the font. only itty bitty size, making reading hard for folks like me with low vision.
Saturday, July 10, 2021
Alex RespondsII felt you the minute your words were in the room. I felt your light all the way home. I felt your soul through the night causing blissful tears of unmeasurable flows. A soul so strong as to heal heart by whisper and love softly by wind. Soul so beautiful as to cause premature bloom on the wild flowers where she still roams. I hear your secrets and I live I’m your poems. Your love and divine infused essence will continue to be whispered forever and your droplet to shine bright, peacefully and eternally in our ocean. A dear friend gave me the book “The Goddess Speaks” And the Goddess was heard -ALEX ROGERS
I felt you the minute your words were in the room. I felt your light all the way home. I felt your soul through the night causing blissful tears of unmeasurable flows.
A soul so strong as to heal heart by whisper and love softly by wind.
Soul so beautiful as to cause premature bloom on the wild flowers where she still roams.
I hear your secrets and I live I’m your poems.
Your love and divine infused essence will continue to be whispered forever and your droplet to shine bright, peacefully and eternally in our ocean.
A dear friend gave me the book “The Goddess Speaks”
Not
And the Goddess was heard
-ALEX ROGERS
Note: I could not find a way to raise this font. I am low vision and prefer larger type. Am I missing something?
