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The Twilight Zone


5 may 2019

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   ‘Wisdoms’ come to me in that space of Twilight sleep; where we are not quite awake from dream time, and the liminal space between consciousness and sub-consciousness unwinds.  It is a favored place for me to be, all receptive, out of the conscious minds need to be alert, busy, on stand-by for the day to unfold and take me with it.  Sound familiar?

   In the twilight zone of my manifestation, not the one of Rod Sterlings inventive TV show,  I am all lazy, no where to go, to have Be anything or anyone other than she-who is resting fully in her bed.  It’s a place of timelessness, a place to let the languid ease of waking-up to the new day, move fluidly without constraints, without making life happen in any particular way if anyway at all.

   My receptivity in this twilight spaciousness, brings in a download of wisdoms that ask, with no pressures, no absolutes, for me to consider, maybe take to another level in my awake time.  Sometimes, I have no idea on the how, or the what of what gets shown to me, said to me, asked of me as I swim in this vastness that offers me specifics on the meaning of life and the Universe.  

   It is New Moon time.  The lunar cycle likely enhanced my Twilight zoning, planted a seed for me to love and give nurturance to my wisdom keeping as it fills me this morning.  I welcome it.  I bow to the gift of it.  I let it simmer in my heart, my mind, my body.  It has more to say.

Rest in the twilight

Let the seeds of wisdom come

In the dark Moon’s zone

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TWILIGHT’S MESSENGER


Day 7, NaPoWriMo.net

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CELESTIAL PAINTING

TWILIGHT’S MESSENGER

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The whisper is louder

moving from dreamtime

moving from the way

twilight sleeps starts

the call in the waking

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Filling cells and senses

Live streaming through

veins and capillaries

Pumping the heart in a

yet unknown intention

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Of blood red morphing

into colour and light

Full spectrum momentum

ready to pull the arrow head

to its intended mark

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It takes paying attention

in this quiet space between

the worlds of remembrance

and the whisk away of

forget

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Laying the images and story

on to the blank slate of consciousness

Letting this whisper state of being

graduate to that wider awareness

of waking up to that ‘Ah Ha’

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Whatever guidance whispers

within twilight sleep’s call

into your dreaming ears

fills your breath with wisdom

calls your heart to ache with

the want of a new understanding

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It is yours to remember

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…cc jeanne adwani

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Night laid herself down


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Night swallowed up all the shiny blue

It swallowed up the deep grey gloom   

It swallowed up difference and likenesses

It swallowed lit corners and ate

shadows.

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Night swallowed up the tired and depleted

the lonely and forgotten

Night swallowed up all the joys

and gratitudes, the platitudes, and honors

tucking them in for a Sunny return

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Night came to give rest to the light

To quiet the busy mind

To give replenishment for the long day

To lay down the dreams

of possibilities

of hope,

of making better.

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Ending the worst for a new chance

Dreams of Love and beauty that will find light

in the new day.

Herald a new Alchemy for tomorrow.

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And maybe

Night came to have no dreams at all

save for the tender dive

into the want of nothingness

to forget regrets and disappointments

to simply fall deep down the path

of sleep.

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Night laid Herself down

 

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SLEEP’S DENIAL


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Sleep withholds.

She finds ways to deny dreams

She finds ways to bury light

Sleep tosses and turns

Her rosy breath shares the dragon’s fire.

Paired to remind of her volatility

Her fickle nature revealed.

Her power of dark and light

There is no forgetting her enchantment

Her etherial veil of soft comfort

The way she lays fairy dust on the eyelids

for magic to dance under the moon.

Oh how the dreams she gives stir to

A life yearning for mystery

A life hidden in daylight

in those uninhibited visions

Of ecstasy and horror shuttering

in the deep subconscious sweat of dreams

welcomed and unwelcomed

as She pulls you in and down

In and down in a story hungry

for understanding lost to waking.

And then she withholds

Giving no rest, no slumber

No gentle thought to mind and body

in the toss and turn of those rumpled 

sheets and sweaty pillows

night after night after night

You beg her to come and swallow you

to come and ease the daily grind

behind the closed eyes and prone body

you try to tease her into you.

Tease her back into the magic only she knows

in the willingness to give every inch of self

to the night’s death for replenishment

You die to her and she withholds.

Oh sweet Sleep dance me under the moonlight.

COPYRIGHT, jeanne adwani

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