The transition of change, ‘that’ seems more real than
what change brings. Death is such a one, a change to something new. All the in-betweens
are dreams.
Your poem (statement) reminds me, we are smaller than the water flea, and bigger than the water buffalo, and are one in the same. I wonder what of your thoughts as you wrote. I can only imagine the place you found yourself in. Why you italicized the word 'that'. Could you turn your dreamy statement into a Sonnet. I am not a writer or a critic. I am only another who wonders, and enjoys writing and reading..
I read it as a letter to send me off into philosophically distant places—distant from the outside roar of society, material life and brings one back focus existentially. You have so much wisdom and talent I wish you would keep sharing it, your ideas are art itself. :)
Your poem (statement) reminds me, we are smaller than the water flea, and bigger than the water buffalo, and are one in the same. I wonder what of your thoughts as you wrote. I can only imagine the place you found yourself in. Why you italicized the word 'that'. Could you turn your dreamy statement into a Sonnet. I am not a writer or a critic. I am only another who wonders, and enjoys writing and reading..
Posted 10 Years Ago
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Yes, it is, it's just "that" transition of the channels, who are brighter... many times. And I know this. Those in-between dreamy times, are just a learning way to the real world.
I believe that to be true :) That death brings you to being, until you are cast into a vessel once more, for another dream to be dreamt. All that is of energy has no end, it just is, and so it remains.
I am a dreamer, shut out from the world around me, trapped in dream and memory.
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Life is but a dream, fleeting and ever fallen astray; keep .. more..