Life Dream Poems

by Dionysos Maskaleris

 

All Is Flowing

I am both awake and dreaming now but all I can find to write upon are scraps of paper that swirl into autumn leaves of mosaic colors that become giant snowflakes - soft crystals descending gently caressing the white stillness that rises again as water vapors of mandalas ascending to horizons of cold mountains under fiery canopies of millions of stars all flowing to my hands and voice and now to you flowing with what is you.

 

 

I Have Been Blessed

Once I asked permission of a pregnant woman who was a stranger

and she let me place my open hand on her belly

and I said: "Hi little baby - I am so glad you are coming into the world.” 

 

Once I held the hand of a newborn within my hand

and now that hand is larger then my own

and we sometimes still hold hands and he is my son.

 

Once I held the hand of a friend because she was crying

and later as she held the hand of another she smiled

and I from afar alone held my own hands together and I felt all love.

 

Once I was born from a womb of a woman and the pain became joy.

 

Once I lay in a woman's arms and it was as if I was floating in her womb

and for a moment I knew perfect bliss in my body.

 

Once I died and I entered the womb of the Energy of the Universe and I became Light.

 

 

Waking Dreams

Dreams are beacons and transceivers of divine energy.

Poems find and create love in the universe.

Poems are of dreams.

The words are the bridges we build 

to bring our dreams to our waking life.

Poems are the breath between sleep and waking.

Dreams are the journeys between Darkness and Light.

Dreams and poems embrace and release 

pain and joy -- death and life.

My life -- your life -- all life 

is a poem -- is a dream.

 

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{All Dionysos Maskaleris writings copyright or copyright pending}

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