In my dream, I met God

[Doreen Peri]

In my dream, I met God
at the corner where circular matter
intersects the connector to a
critical path.

He looked disturbed, angry,
frenzied, harried.

"It takes tremendous courage
to be yourself," he told me
in a manner consistent with
his penchant for stating
the obvious.

"Dignity and grace.
Decade after decade.
Dignity and grace.
Participate in it,"

He chanted as if I were
chosen to be privy to
sacred wisdom.

I nodded to agree,
but could not speak as my tongue
was no longer my tongue,
but was thick twine sutured
to my pallette yet my breath
tasted of licorice mint.

I reached for an embrace but
found my arms were no longer
my arms, but were tree bark
adhered to my torso with
a sticky substance which
reminded me I wanted to
ask a question about
permanence and purpose.

"You cannot ask and I cannot answer,"
He told me before I had a chance
to attempt to loosen the twine
from the roof of my mouth.

"Go now. Project your purpose
from womb to tomb. Amplify
and stomp a rhythm,"

He commanded

And when I awoke, my sheets
were drenched with sweat
and the the blood of sacrifice,
my legs were tied up with the covers
of nihilism and envy, my eyes
cried tears enough to create
the foam of high tide and
I became a larger presence,
too large to fit in the space
between where I wasn't
any more and where
I needed to be.


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[judih]

write the dream
paint the vision
circle the metaphorical experience
one of those delicious thick gifts that leave us reeling

[Doreen Peri]

I dreamed it up, alright.

Just my imagination running wild.

I sorta liked the phrase "from womb to tomb."

It's possible I stole that from someone. I don't remember.

Does it make God more human when he rhymes?

Thanks for reading, judih.

[judih]

well, dor. god needs all the help s/he can get.
if rhyming does it, then let it be.
(see?)

[mousey1]

a dream visitation
a stumbling into the light
stubbing your toe
shouting
"Jesus Christ!"
in pain and aggravation
and then apologizing



this is wonderful Doreena Doreena. an imagined dream that sees the light of day in wordly form and leaps onto me squealing...I like...I likea alotta!

Keep em coming!

[Dave The Dov]

I once saw God out walking the doG.
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[Arcadia]

I´ve got nothing to say
about you and me today
(it must be the humidity in the air,
the sticky feeling of suspension)
precision playing trivia
in a 7 am street corner