I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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28 September 2016

As Within ...

I fall into a doze, and I dream.
I am one of three white-robed pilgrims.
We are walking through a vast cavern 
towards an opening: a hole of light. 
We arrive. It is a small doorway. 

We step through the space, into wide light. 
That instant I wake; my eyes open,
I emerge into my own garden –
the green leaves, and the sun shining down.

26 comments:

  1. How lovely. The "white-robed" pilgrim vision has come up in my life recently as well. xx

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  2. Wow, I wish I had dreams like that!

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  3. This dream gives me such a beautiful sense of peace!

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  4. This give such a reassuring vision of a life to come. I must get my ticket!

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    1. Hmmm, you really think that's what it was telling me?

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  5. Funny, I read it as white robed virgins first time through.

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  6. love this one Rosemary, it's so full of joy...

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  7. Aah interesting vision/ dream .. the light we all hope to see.

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  8. Finding where we belong within - i hope we all have the capacity to make that emergence - i also love the warmth and light of your words (of course)

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  9. I love this - such a sense of peace, calm, and enlightenment đź’–

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  10. Somehow the transition from the dream to the garden is almost seamless... love that.

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  11. Such an effortless step, it seems, leaving dreams and re-entering a likewise beautiful world. It much have worked in reverse, too, you leaving your lovely garden to enter the world of dreams. Well done.
    Steve K.

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  12. Interesting how the dream led you away and then circled back again.

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  13. it must have been a nice , balmy day :)
    yes, i agree it is a seamless pattern of imagery, the dream and then the garden..

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  14. White light and green pastures, nice juxtaposition Rosemary. Have a blessed Sunday

    Much love...

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  15. Serene. :-) I could picture the walk to the realization.

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  16. love the symbolism of a traveling pilgrim. i bet that garden is luxurious!

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  17. A mighty fine image. I love it when the logic of dream and that of life play into each other.

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  18. I like the way your words made me feel...falling asleep in the garden.

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  19. A cavern...a garden...both magical places!

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  20. A poem that made me feel hopeful and serene. If you knew what's going on in my life right now, you would know how significant that is! Well done.

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  21. A lovely little piece. I can envision it on a garden plaque - it speaks so eloquently of the serenity to be found in one's own garden.

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  22. When dreams meet reality. I like the merging of events here, Rosemary.

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