On Sleeping

I dreamed that I was awake dreaming I was asleep and when I woke it was exactly three hours and thirteen minutes after I had laid down to rest.

When I awoke this morning I wondered about the room in a zombie state, unsure if I were still asleep or dreaming awake. My dream blurred from sleeping to waking and there I was again, in a dark room. Alone.

a missing elevator ride

Today while riding the elevator to my room I lived an alternate reality… I think. Either that our I remembered things I had forgotten. Whatever it was I arrived at my floor without having passed any other floor, just get in, get out. Now these elevators are not very fast either, their rickety and old, they take forever to get started and sometimes don’t stop where their supos’ to and when they do stop it very nearly sends you to the floor, but not this time. I stepped in and I stepped out, no in-between. In the minute or so that it takes to get from ground to floor I lived something else, I don’t even really remember it, that other-life,  just pieces… Like shreds of a sheet flapping madly in the wind.

Cakes and Ale « Beneath The Hanging Tree

Of the poems I have found on WordPress this is perhaps my favorite. If I could shape my future it would be somewhat like this, simple and calm, at peace with the world and with nature. A family, a legacy that knows how to walk with the wind and listen to the babbling of the brook. All of that and more is expressed so beautifully here.

Cakes and Ale « Beneath The Hanging Tree

The space where nothing

Silence.
More please.

Quiet.
It’s too much.

InBetween I find what I lost. In the space where nothing is where I find me.

The sky is Home

I wish I could fly. I was watching a bag float off the 17th floor of my building and I felt jealous of it. It just moved with the wind defying gravity, if only for a little while. Sometimes I think, almost I think I could. I could fly. Just jump and not come down, sort of float-fall and change to falling up to flying. Imagine the freedom in that, the pleasure in looking at the world pass from such a view. Then I think like a rational man and can hear the thud I would make if I did jump… Rational Man does nothing to endanger himself, He lives soft and safe, He does not explore or change, He does not risk, He just lives. I always ask for the window seat on airplanes, I have never grown out of looking out the window. I used to dream of floating, of flying; Just a thought was all it took. Just a small change of mind and you were off. I can still remember what it felt like. It was the most exhilarating free feeling anyone can think of. Nothing could touch me only doubt brought me down, if I stopped believing I could fly then I stopped flying. Always in my dreams I was trying to convince myself that I couldn’t, I was my own enemy. Oh to fly, oh to soar, oh to be bound no more, to be floating/free to never touch/see close up earth, to make a home in the upper sphere, to live as the bird of man, I would be a god. I miss those dreams.