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    Poetry of dreaming

    The shoal of silver fish creates faceted mirrors in the ocean. An octopus tries to catch its reflections.

    The gentle light of the dawn kisses the soft cheeks of a sleeping baby. He is dreaming to play hide and seek with the stars.

    Attached with its tender trunk to its mother's tail, a baby elephant enjoys the walk ignoring the sinister laughter of an hyena.

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    Some more....

    ~ The pieces of the puzzle don't find their place, but the broken images and the unmatched colors are creating an outrageous, unexpected work of art.

    ~ The natural knowing of the little girl is mortified by the rigid rules of the teacher. Her heart refuses to shrink and flies to meet her invisible friends.

    ~ Finally together again - she said. The love in his eyes showed her they had never parted.
    They had never been two separate halves.

    ~ The wild cat spends its resting time contemplating the dance of a tree branch. No memories of fights or wounds.
    Is the tree teaching him the peaceful way?

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    Devapriya,

    How gifted you are! These are beautiful entries; absolutely wonderful. I enjoyed these very much, and have appreciated all your contributions in the Art of Dreaming, too.

    Thank you,
    Laurie

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    Thank you, Laurie!

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    Poetry of Dreaming

    After a long absence, I AM back in the space of my own perfect unfoldment, its timing perfect even though to me it seems delayed.

    A gerbera turns its face to the sun, orange petals basking in the golden warmth.

    The mountain grass rustles in the dance of the wind, forming a soft cushion around the Angelic Being's feet.

    The snowgoose flies off into the star-filled sky, leaving the moon rippled down below.

    Purple irises grow from beneath a pebbled bed, fragrancing the monarch butterfly's path.

    The lonely frog sings of fertility and a pond, his audience the sleeping rocks buried in sand.

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