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It went something like this, if memory serves me right

the details derail themselves from reality

for I only recall such things upon waking

as if still entranced by deepest sleepbeats

sounded-out by the glint of morning breaking

 

dreams are often the energy mix for reality's song

routine the old discarded 7" now a hot auction piece

if only I could remember it's damned name

all would be well with the world, wouldn't it?

life could be lived better, and where I belong remains the same??

 

the compromise between a dream and it's wide-awakeness

exhilarates beyond consciousness

it's agreement disentangles the life we perceive,

exhumes ghosts of our forgotten worlds,

re-examines the realms of all we've come to believe

 

give us the Earth and you bring the fire

show us life and you will feel the pain of death

meet the people and you will encounter war

take my hand you will touch but a pulse of my world

for all this how much do we want it anymore

 

palliation is the now the sum of all human parts

for every time we look up, we must now hold our heads and beg

those that have it all grow decadent and stoop in their greed

nothing left to revere for they worship the god of inestimable dishonesty

these ill-gotten gains make the 'rains' that fail so many mouths to feed

 

click here to continue, if your mouse will, the cats curiosity may kill -

those inhibitions of yore, for going against the modern grain

there is so much unnatural pain in the World, can't you see!!

where medicines fail is a failing in human recognition

we as a species are becoming untreatable where truth can no longer be

 

how we desert nature's post, and shoot at dawn the hero who saves us

in our sleep we see, in our subconscious mind we know

the waking hour still has lingering belief,

but the wide-awake human is a devilish miser

one destined for nothing but a life of horror and grief

 

unless...unless...if time allows, if the Soul can still arouse

a permit for the senses, a visa for the faith of cultural embrace

a bureaucratic bonfire at which we warm torn hearts at the hands of administrative nightmares

the ashes of which will document recycled political ways of reforming our madness

for the lifetime of a heart affords a love of which there is no-one it spares

 

weapons never suited the people who possess them

forever lost in translation waving such arms like cash for honours

the greatest missile ever fired was the one spoken to betray our spirit

it's corrupting influence still scars the land with each footstep taken

it's now a standard pretext for the 'conversion' of successive rôles we inherit

 

now, if I remember clearly, my dream told me I could live differently

it went, something like this...if the future serves me right

that imagination is an attempt to offer such errors a way out

the deeper the dream the wider the imaginative escape path

for the dream is certain of one thing, that in reality our existence is in doubt.

 

by anglia24

10h45: 17/05/2008

©2008anglia24

How strange to dream of you

even when

im wide awake.

 

Today is my birthday :) and i dream of the aurora (last year i got this huge aurora present ) one can dream ....

  

I gather and listen

awake and dreaming

In the dark with

eyes open, screaming

then everything shines

a memory gleaming

between space and time

awake and dreaming

  

© justin haynes.

Explored - Jan 13, 2012

 

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Noticed this dog in a car beside me in traffic. The look in his eye the attentiveness in them got me.

One from a pretty spectcaular morning at Dinorwic earlier in the week

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Bernal Heights - San Francisco, CA (2015)

I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon.

 

Ronald Reagan

 

Sunrise in The Beagle Channel, Patagonia, Argentina.

The different colours and layers developed as the sun gradually rose.

Half awake and almost dead

Keeping empty beds elsewhere

Close up of a sunflower with its petals just starting to open.

autumn polaroid week day 2

 

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film= impossible color 600

In the quietness of a colorful fall sunrise, the only sounds heard coming from this farm site is the nicker of a lone horse and the quick grind of a car starting and the crunch of tires headed down the gravel lane to town for a day job.

 

An old barn is now squished between two silos and all three sit in the silence of oblivion, an abrupt change from just a decade or two ago.

 

My memories of waking up on the farm decades ago varied according to my age. As a tyke, my nights of winter slumber were interrupted by the booming yell of my father as he came to the bottom of the stair steps and with the shout of an arch-angel caused two of my older brothers to bolt out of bed in an effort to avoid him yelling a second time. In a few minutes I would hear our kitchen door shut and then the outside door would slam as my brothers headed out in the dark to milk a few cows and feed the hogs before going to school.

 

Summer mornings were different as our upstairs windows were open and as my older brothers trudged out to the barn in the early morning light I could hear their murmurs and occasional threats to one another. The sounds of cows eager to get milked and fed cut through the morning air and drifted upwards through the windows of my bedroom.

 

There was a reassuring routine and quiet morning sounds to our growing up years that I can still recall at a moment's notice over 75 years later. I am more curious now than ever to compare the loudness of my dad's voice in the mornings with the Shout that will take many of us home.

 

(Photographed near Braham, MN)

 

so stay awake, and stay

i try and go, but your game

it waits for me and you, love

so cover up for the rain

you see way too much safety

cause I don't stand a chance

any longer than you do my friend

but you're still keeping me sane

 

lovely day with Lauren yesterday

it makes me happy that this is the first day of December's picture

and that it is of her

 

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Diggin' in my Benching Vault

Arizona - Sonora Desert Museum At Night

Photo Taken Here : Remnants of Earth

Pose : ► Serendipity cute doll pose 3 (14)

 

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Body : ► Maitreya Lara

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An abandoned little farmhouse in central Illinois.

México City. I will be traveling in Mexico in February and March. I hope to take some great photos to share.

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Arise, awake, O friend of my dream.

Arise, awake, O breath of my life.

Arise, awake, O light of my eyes.

O seer poet in me,

Do manifest yourself in me and through me.

 

Arise, awake, O vast heart within me.

Arise, awake, O consciousness of mine,

Which is always transcending the universe

And its own life of the Beyond.

 

Arise, awake, O form of my meditation transcendental.

Arise, awake, O bound divinity in humanity.

Arise, awake, O my heart's Liberator, Shiva,

And free mankind from its ignorance sleep.

  

-Sri Chinmoy

  

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Arise Awake - on black

my big potted japanese red maple starts to show his brilliant colours again💜

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