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There is movement beyond the stars
innermost dreams a dragon guards
stirring true hearts in a cloud-sea
love grows beneath a cosmic tree
weaving through celestial worlds
destiny waiting on wings unfurled
sending signals throughout the night
traveling towards the morning light
softly a whisper, are you awake
visions flicker before dawns break
believing dreams are the gateway
innermost dreams a dragon guards
stirring true hearts in a cloud-sea
love grows beneath a cosmic tree
weaving through celestial worlds
destiny waiting on wings unfurled
sending signals throughout the night
traveling towards the morning light
softly a whisper, are you awake
visions flicker before dawns break
believing dreams are the gateway
breathing in the magic of a new day
there is movement beyond the stars
love grows beneath a cosmic tree
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writing about movement
Follow through that gateway and see what happens as life can sure spread away like the tree at play.
ReplyDeleteHey, Who knows what is beyond that gateway?
DeleteThat is beautiful, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteThank you Alex!
DeleteI love those last two lines, and the concept of a cosmic tree!
ReplyDeleteThank you, I have been researching the symbolism of a cosmic tree.
DeleteThis is so beautiful, Truedessa. It occurs to me to tell you about two amazing books by Linda Tucker: Mystery of the White Lions, and Saving the White Lions. Mindblowing stuff. Her mission is to save the endangered white lions. She studies with shamans in Africa. Credo Mutwa explains in the first book, that the fate of humankind is linked with that of the endangered white lions. If they die, we die. I have just started the second book, where she is desperately trying to keep them alive, against canned killing interests. Ingwavuma, the legendary lion who was killed by canned hunters and who did not cower when cornered, but roared and walked towards their raised guns, is her spirit guide. Somehow I thought of you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry, I will look into these books.
DeleteBeautiful. The sky, the stars, dragons and trees ALL sing to me.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you can hear their song.
Delete"softly a whisper, are you awake
ReplyDeletevisions flicker before dawns break"
So much happens during our sleep, truly. Why not dragons and visions?
Yes, and right before dawn is when lucid dreaming occurs or shamanic dreaming.
DeleteWhat a glorious read this is.
ReplyDeleteThank you Old Egg, I always appreciate your thoughts.
DeleteThank you for taking my hand and allowing me this drift in dreams
ReplyDeleteYou are quite welcomed, I would gladly lead the way.
DeleteHey True,
ReplyDeleteSuch poetic articulation, my star-filled friend. Of dreams, of dragons, of stars, rooted as one with the cosmic tree of life.
Gary.
Hi Gary,
DeleteThank you for visiting my humble page, where I entertain the wanderings of my mind.
"love grows beneath a cosmic tree" This line is like revelation, bringing tears. So, so beautiful a poem Truedessa. LOVE it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana I am so glad the poem spoke to you!
Delete"believing dreams are the gateway
ReplyDeletebreathing in the magic of a new day"
These lines speak to me. I have found dreams to be bringing the magic into a day
Hold on to your dreams Marja - may you enjoy the magic
DeleteWhat a magical poem - I really got swept along in the flow
ReplyDeleteThank you Jae Rose
DeleteYour words draw me towards the energy of our universe, soothing *smiles*
ReplyDeleteLet it embrace you *smiles*
DeleteSo much to love here. My first thoughts were of Yggdrasil and the dreamings and mythology built around and from this amazing tree.Then on to Gog and Magog and beyond into other tree-lore but it doesn't stop there though as the dawn gateway opens and we dance on the line between awake and asleep where realities blur perhaps.
ReplyDeleteHi Paul,
DeleteThanks for a great comment. I am glad you could feel the multi-layers of the universe. There is that thin line that we dance upon and it can be amazing.
As one drummer to another there is that magic when your soul reaches another plane and you just drift in a state
of weightlessness.
Beautiful! What an ethereal, inspirational poem, Truedessa. So often when I read your poetry I feel as if I have just done yoga.
ReplyDeletePerhaps, it has a meditative aura about it, may you feel peace.
DeleteLove the dreaminess in your poem...
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn
DeleteLovely and lyrical ... once again, a stellar job with the rhyme in this. "destiny waiting on wings unfurled": carried me away.
ReplyDeleteThank you Wendy for all your support!
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