Dreams and Art

The following “image-poem” emerges from a series of dreams I had last week. In one I meet “the beloved” and am suffused with Love, my chakras opening, pulsing up and down vibrantly. She shows me a huge grape vine with tiny grapes coming in and as well, a larder filled with food. In the second dream, I prostrate myself before a rinpoche. Now he is a man I once knew, now dead, but here very much alive. He speaks of the “I-God”. He radiates an aura of love. We hug warmly, intimately. We eat together and he becomes a divine animal, licking his plate with soft growls of pleasure. Lastly I am eating in a restaurant and I hear a voice, singing an impossibly beautiful song. Now I ‘hear’ angels weeping, and I jerk out of my chair with surprise, now also weeping:

within the earthly
the ‘within’ of the earthly
love abundant
freely gifted
to each of us

surrender
as the earthly
the face of the earthly
beauty radiant
love made sensual
gift of the divine animal

surrender

voices weeping
weeping weeping
share the weeping
no more sleeping
allow the deepening

surrender