Hour 19: Dream Interpretations

Randomly I chose the fish, Sea Creature.

This is me implicitly.

My family and I always illicit the ocean in my dream world.

It is a reaccring theme.

Many variation, yet mymind lingers on this connection to the sea.

In particular, the Seal showed up for my poetry exploraing along with a paus on the mutable octopus.

The seal signifing Kundalini which I do not know intimately. Then it went on to explore our deepst instints being activated into the callinogf life eneris like dolphins and pourpose who reprst the contac and relaton with the deepoy uncontions state, natura faces within.

Life is not perparint blindly. Lifde the angel numbers taye say that isee daily sending message from beyond. The path is onece again clear.

If I stop and pause Isee the connnections the anient messageg of this earth sent to me numbors or not I am aware.

Most realdylo when my space is claear regardless of tiem space or place, emaotin up or downm I see all spectrusmsof color and shades of green

Attached to everything and held by nothing as the cliehe says I agree none the less with the univerals tenants of the TAO try as I might to go agains the grain a flow state will always reaslese me to see betwwen the words and actiosn if only I stop to listen and ovpern up all six sense.

 

Yes ther is a powerful unconsion engy anawarness not of one but of all life.

How many signs will it take as Jidenna says… UB40 plays along with the Marias and many others.

Pity the Pittie (Hour Thirteen, a Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku)

Pity the Pittie

 

I

see the

look of fear

creep across their

faces, their

eyes

wide

with terror.

Tell me, Mommy.

I don’t understand.

What did

I

do

that scared

them so much?

Did I speak

too loud?

Was

I

wrong for

giving them kisses?

I only wanted

to show

love.

Why

don’t they

like me? I’m

a good girl,

aren’t I,

Mommy?

 

(The Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku is another one of my format variation creations. The original format, hay(na)ku, is a three line poem, where the first line is one word long, the second line two words, and the third line consists of three words. The reverse hay(na)ku is also three lines, but the first line is three words, the second line two, and the last line only one word. In 2019, I combined one verse of hay(na)ku and one verse reverse hay(na)ku and created the mirror hay(na)ku. The next year, I took things a step further and gave birth to the Hall of Mirrors hay(na)ku, which consists of five mirror hay(na)ku stanzas. This poem is what I feel like my super sweet pit bull DotDot might say if she could talk to me.)

Hour 6 – Mantra for self

Shed your old skin
resist the urge
to stay warm in comfort.

Instead go out
into the freezing cold
let your body adapt to
the cold.
it knows how to.

Challenge old beliefs about yourself
your doubts and misconceptions
your fears and anxieties
your failures and your perspectives.

Look beyond the skyline.

Explore your potential.
Become unlimited by your ambition and hard work

That’s where giving up is out of the question
and no regrets is part of the deal.

You give it all you got.
You fight hard.

You build yourself brand new day after day.

Hour 18: 2023 “Come as you are”.

Love asks you to come as you are.

Love is always a pleasure to hold even when it’s old.

Love stirs the heart, excites the mind, and is full of mystery and knowing.

Love is unpretentious and real.

Love finds beauty even in defeat.

Love will make a seat for you and invite you to the table to eat soul food and drink to quench your thirst.

No moment will be dull in love’s eyes.

She is bliss.

As is he.

He can feel and she can see.

Together they both can be.

Love desires to be set free and captured by the same person.

Love releases you form fears and convention.

Love makes you tremble in angst with just the mere thought, and aught not hurt.

Pleasure and pain’s principle is taken lightly in love.

Love is you,God, and everything in between.

Love can take you to the highest high and the lowest low.

Love is nature.

Love is thought.

Love is real in a harsh world. It is kind, loud, and quiet at the same time.

Love knows no borders, yet boundaries is a must.
Loves needs to be deep.
Real love come find me and capture my heart.

Come find me soon. The mind is willing, and the heart is strong.
Make sure we enter into this meeting of the hearts mutually.
This is the way for me to enter into love.

 

 

Hour 5

NURSING SCHOOL

I recently finished a nursing course
and I’m on my way to getting qualified.
Everything seems so exciting and scary.
Oh! the opportunities and experiences awaiting me.
I still can’t believe it
I AM ON THE OTHER SIDE.
The learning cultivated my curiosity and my intelligence.
The look of suffering on a patient’s face gave me the strength and courage
to experience difficult and uncomfortable feelings.
I toiled and worked hard
Many sleepless nights
With my anxiety and fears
Keeping me company.
But my sacrifices and resilience
Paved the way for my hard work
Hard work translated into results.
I tried, I failed, I got back up and dusted myself.
I am bettering myself for myself.
I am a better person than what I used to be.

 

People always said, you work very hard.
You are overdoing it.
I like the way you study.
I kept getting mixed comments
That’s all good and well.
I learned in those times
To stay true to myself
As I know myself better than anyone.
I didn’t just survive, I thrived
On the self encouragement my passion drew out of me
and resilience with which I get things done.

I learned to stand up for myself and look out for myself
never been a crowd pleaser
always took the hard way out.
That strengthened my character and made me ambitious.

Weather battered though I may be,
I am a warrior, I am strong, I am learning,
I am killing old versions of myself
that don’t serve a purpose in my future and my goals.
They cannot inhabit me anymore.

My strength and belief in myself hard carried me through.
I made it! I whisper to myself gleefully.

Three Days Grace (Hour Eleven, A Somonka Poem)

Three Days Grace

Son, I have watched you

grow from bouncing baby boy

to once and future

King. This proud poppa’s heart hurts.

Fear not; I’ll see you soon.

 

Tell me, Father, why

hast Thou forsaken me? I’ve

done as you asked. Please

don’t leave me, Daddy. Even three

days without You is too long.

 

(A somonka is composed of two tankas, written in two different voices, that carries a central theme of love. It doesn’t have to be romantic love; it can be brotherly, platonic, parental, etc. A tanka poem is made up of five lines with a syllabic count of 5/7/5/7/7. This poem was inspired by the hours just before Jesus Christ’s crucifixion.)

 

Hour 3

There isn’t enough of you to go around in this world
that is why you are you.
Unique,
individual,
bright
and beautiul.

Your essence lingers on
with those you interact with
long after you have gone.
everytime I hear your name
a fond smile creeps in the borders of my mouth.

The way you are
a burst of life and laughter
you are light and hope
and a ray of sunshine to many.

Your smile is infectious
your energy is so contagious
you light up the room with the tone of your voice.
And your choice of words.

Your embrace is so warming and comforting .
Like a blanket of hope
your hugs are amazing.
I miss you.
I wish you were here.