As the early sun promptly appears
Edging from behind its earthen blind
Shadows begin to emerge
and softly dance across
My silent bedroom walls.
At first, they shimmer
On and off,
Flickering their faint silhouettes
In a surreal display of possibilities,
As my mind engages their visual song
I begin to relive
Forgotten dreams,
Lost worlds,
And visions of infinity.
All titillating my unconscious
Desire to remember
My authentic self.
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Written March 27th, 2006
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Thank you my friend, for your insightful comment. It seems we are of a kindred spirit. I am happy to see that my obscure thoughts were actually understood. Dreams are a wonderful tool for understanding one's self. I find that watching the shadows in the morning, just after awakening, can help me remember my dreams and often bring me into daydreams.
Keep questioning who you are and who you want to be; that is the first step toward transformation.
namaste~
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Brief and powerful. I approach this piece with sober objectivity. You speak as a sage, who summons others to question their conceptions and beliefs. I too am experiencing this search for my authentic self, and only dreams tend to aid me in discovering, or rediscovering, it. Is there a deviation between a amn in childhood and that same man as an adult? What thoughts and ideas have changed? Or is it something more internal-- more obscure? And if that man has changed and is dissatisfied with that change, in what way can he return to his former self-- that is, if he has ever been disjoined from that former self? Once more, I have been wondering these questions very much lately, and have found that I return to myself by returning home-- to my room, where I am surrounded by an atmosphere that I created through years of developement and growth. This poem is exquisite. Thank you for evoking such thoughts!!
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What I love about this, Laura, is our ability to be in such a moment and let it take us to places internally which evoke such thoughts out of us. Being able to experience these moments, and then put them to paper in a manner that moves the rest of us, is poetry at its finest! You do this so nicely here, taking a seemingly mundane moment, appreciating shadows on the wall, and letting it become a journey into infinity, which is the only place to find our authentic self. Well done!
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Shadows on the walls...Hmm... Sounds a bit scary! Oh, how that inner light pouring out from us, can play tricks on our mind....Peace and joy
Tara....
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Wonderful! I love how the peace and calm of a new day stir our inner thoughts. There is something about each new day that gives us hope. But, as your poem portrays, first we must find out who we really are. Day-to-day living can take so much out of us, we forget who we really are:
All titillating my unconscious
Desire to remember
My authentic self.
We have all asked ourself, "Who am I?" We've even carefully examined our image in the mirror looking for the answer to that question. I enjoyed and related to this poem very much. Peace be with you.
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Thanks, my dear friend, for finding my spelling error... I should have noticed that one.
Your comments are always thoughtful and much appreciated.
namaste~
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Very nice, Laura.
"Flickering their feint (faint?) silhouettes
In a surreal display of possibilities,
As my mind engages their visual song"
I really like the imagery here, seeing anything the mind can imagine in the shadow shape, like one does in clouds insa blue sky... I like the sense transpositon in "visual song", as opposed to, in lieu of, "dance"...hearing with the eyes. The simple play of nature most certainly invites us to recall our Child-hood, to skip freely along in the Game.
Peace and blessings, Rod
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