CITY OF BUSES


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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. 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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  2. 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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