9-2 Dreamtime

Wrote this decades ago after reading:


What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life tomorrow: our life is the creation of our mind.
The Dhammapada, Juan Mascaro, Tr.

A monstrous shape glides in dream fluids—
its pallid form rises through kelp beds.
Ghostly eyes—membrane glazed—signals the strike,
teeth seem as stalactites in murky grottos.

Startled awake at the alarm’s clamor,
sleepdream startles into daydream
as her day swirls in the porcelain cup—
outside a pelican soars through dawn’s sun,
sea foam banking against driftwood,
gulls wail in the distance.

At lunch, she gazes up the plant stairwell
as a daymare of a dark figure
sneaks down the dusty steps—and stalks
behind her mind until late afternoon

until she awakes! Under a skylight shaft:

Potted violets radiate

in indigo luminescence.

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