2 oct 2011 > 16/7 > Tower/Chariot
How can you get to the top if you haven’t got a solid bottom?
How do you imagine yourself successful?
Are you over vigilant?
I am so grateful for dreams I remember even if they are weird, dangerous, disturbing, and just WAT? I had one this a.m. That I can still hold the memory of it in all its frustration is a big YIPee. Any of you remember your dreams? I was in a dream group for a couple of years, 20 years ago. I kept a dream journal. Who knows where that thing is now. Very gestalt dream work. I learned a lot about what bubbles to my surfaces in dream time: that stuff that never quite finds itself during awake time. All the symbolism that I can give to my life with enhanced meaning. mmmm…. sippy the coffee. This poem is a very short expression of what could take pages to tell.
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A city of broken buses
filled with a city of
broken people.
Left over lives gathered
in the left overs of
the Great Storm
The lost and forgotten
The old and the sick
those that stay cause they can
Transient wayfarers
curiosity seeker
vagabond children
Comb the stacked and broken
scavenge for treasures lost
make the the worse to the best
For awhile passing through
for awhile making home
for awhile living raw
Gathering their bounty
they leave the city of buses
trek days to civilization
The airplane leaves soon
paper work needs order
no identity no departure
Coming from nowhere
to get nowhere fast
left behind to go back
To the city of broken buses
filled with broken people
left overs from the Great Storm
Back to find out who you are
in the black bag that
holds your identity
The black bag that is gone
scavenged for another life
that seeks itself
Finding yourself broken
in the city of buses
looking for who you are
copyright jeanne adwani
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
I don’t even know where to begin…maybe first by saying I think it’s awesome that we both posted poems of dreaming on this day. Yes, I’ve been a heavy dreamer all of my life in all shapes and forms since as long as I can remember: dreams that come true, visitation dreams, ones shared (literally) with others. It’s always been a whole other world to me and I many times write them down, but can’t keep up…sometimes I don’t remember, only the essence; but many times (most) I remember fine details, look into peoples faces, etc…Okay, that said, Jeanne, your poem is really something, incredibly powerful. I had a feeling you are an advanced soul, and you know you were looking into the future, don’t you? Incredible! Beautiful expression,
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Aww.. thanks Judith. I’ve been such a dreamer on so many levels during this life, and to not find my dreams in my sleep was sad. It’s nice to reclaim their wonder and magic. Even when they are uncomfortable and seems meaningless. Are they ever without meaning? Not…. As for looking into the future. …. I have to say that I do my best to stay as present in the moment as I can. The future will unfold and if my ‘now’ is centered and good, I’m good with what the future brings. I look to my dreams for what stirs in my days and what symbols I might need to be paying attention to. I could ramble on about all this.. hahahaha. I’ll spare you my ramble. peace to you.
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You know, sometimes when I can’t remember my dreams upon wakening when I used to ALL THE TIME, I wonder if it’s a part of the age process–I’m 51 years now and in the middle of that cellular madness, if you know what I mean, things are changing for me and I wonder if it alters my perceptions at all…Or maybe it’s the times, the world itself; maybe we are called upon now to (subconciously) be more selective in our perceptions. As for what you said about staying in the moment, I totally agree, that’s the healthiest way. I did not mean to imply that you were looking into your own personal future; many sensitive, finely tuned individuals are having dreams and visions now of otherwise unimaginable scenes to come in our near future, in the aftermath of the “Great Storm”.
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