I attended a fabulous weekend workshop with my mentor Robert Moss. The cover of his new book of ‘dream poetry’ is gracing this blog post.
I rode my Tiger to the stars and beyond… I cleaned out old festering wounds with Badger… I helped Hansel and Gretel burn up that evil old witch… And I joyfully danced with Bear.
Have I finally lost it and gone round the bend? No, but I do feel a bit like Rip Van Winkle, waking up from years of sleep. A whole new level of being has surfaced.
“Dreaming is not fundamentally about what happens during sleep. It’s about waking up!” ~Robert Moss
Thank you Robert for an amazing experience. I am so grateful that I know you!
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An excerpt from Robert’s poem, I Dreamed I Woke Up:
“I dreamed I woke up
In this waking life my thoughts
are agate points and deep lagoons
that make ancient cities and heroes
and bust dakinis out of lunch boxes.
Everything is alive when I am awake
I remember to swim in air
and fly in water and ride moon tigers
to the Moon Cafe, and the light in my head
is the light of the blue-white star..”.
from Here Everything Is Dreaming