ATTENUATED SYMBOLISM OF MY DREAMS  (4-29-03, after a mid-day nap, Galveston Island, Texas)

   
   
earlier this afternoon    
upon waking from    
a mid day nap    
i unexpectedly    
noticed    
as i went    
to open the lid    
of my already    
too full    
kitchen waste bin    
to put yet    
something else in    
it occured to    
my awareness    
in the odd strangeness    
of that moment    
that i keep    
very careful trash    
where in the sudden    
realization    
of my subtle    
observation    
i also further sensed    
and realized    
that it somehow    
reflected    
some even deeper    
parallel    
in my life    
pausing for    
a few more moments    
to further ponder    
what it might be    
and possibly mean    
i mysteriously began    
to vaguely recall    
that while having    
unexpectedly slept    
much of the morning    
away      
upon heeding    
the overwhelming call    
of my body    
and mind    
to simply lie down    
and nap for a while    
wherein i was    
quickly swept off    
timelessly lost    
deep in some    
semi zombie like    
sleep    
subconscioisly    
processing something    
which must have needed    
a little more    
thorough    
subliminal digestion    
until i was suddenly    
triggered to awaken    
by the surprising cue    
of something expressed    
by someone    
i know in real life    
who was lying    
beside me    
in my dream    
where the lingering    
resonance    
of what he said    
still spun prophetic    
throughout my  
dreaming head    
even upon reawakening    
stirred up    
from  
somatic depths    
of my submersible
dreams
still clinging to  
its thin  
fluid thread    
of open possibility    
the only thing    
of its vibrational    
essence    
i could retrieve    
or recall from it    
which seemed to fit    
or make any sense    
to me at all    
was something    
in its fleetingly    
dissipating memories    
quickly dissolving    
tailwinds    
that still echoes    
threadbare    
within me    
here now    
was the simple    
message    
that its ok for me    
to trust and follow    
my intuitive heart    
wherever it may    
guide or lead    
but that i    
must not talk    
or reveal    
disclose      
nor discuss    
its innermost guidance    
advice    
nor direction    
with anyone else    
until the time    
is right    
and all its pieces    
have fallen    
into place    
until its circle    
of pre manifestation    
has fully closed    
from both    
from every    
and all directions    
without and within    
and so to honor    
its innermost    
sage advice    
i have chosen    
to keep it all  
quiet    
and to simply  
write its slippery
tales
still lingering
distal impressions
down here
instead
before they fade away
back into  
the dark abyss
from which  
they first arose
to mark the spot    
where things    
could be    
might be    
though presently    
are not    
in my intuitive    
trust of innermost    
knowing    
or will it    
turn out    
and prove to be    
only my sad    
self delusion    
no    
for in this    
this time at least    
my trust    
in my trust    
is supreme    
and I can    
presently both    
sense and feel    
my intuitions    
full circled manifestation    
is already    
well on its way    
into full circle    
becoming    
soon done    
that now said    
i need not reflect    
any further upon    
habitual worries    
of my past    
but perhaps    
only ponder    
a little further    
the odd mystery    
and wonder    
of how and when    
earlier this afternoon    
upon waking    
from my nap    
i unexpectedly    
noticed    
that i keep    
very careful trash    
as i opened    
the lid    
of the already    
too full    
kitchen waste bin    
to put yet    
something else in    
when it occured    
to my peripheral    
awareness    
in the odd    
strangeness    
of that brief    
moment    
that the sudden    
realization    
of my subtle    
observation    
somehow reflected    
some even deeper    
parallel
of even more
symbolic
meaning  
in my life