Human Body's Healing Dream

This is a dream,

     Dreams are reality

In each there is a death

     It starts in our youth--

          We witness something we aren’t ‘sposed to…

     Magic, a funeral procession

Something that snaps the ruler

Your parents bought you

     Because it is immeasurable…

     You are immeasurable

Then, you must kill yourself

     In the same sense as hero myths,

     Which are our dreams

Make room for a larger, more enlightened you

     To emerge

This is a dream

 

     & in this dream there are

          Repeated cycles…

We force boys to kill parts of themselves

           We constantly call into question

     Their “masculinity”

     Dubbing normal human behaviors--

          Singing, homosexuality,

          Tears over demolished peach orchards,

          Tears over death--

     As “feminine”

In this dream, their insecurities grow great

& their egos inflate

     As they stifle their own emotions

     This silence is violence

Dreams are real life

 

     & in real life

Everything we see, feel, experience

     Everyone we encounter

Is an extension of ourselves

     Even death as she visits you

          Freezing in the snow

     & the other  expedition members

          Who rest in her silence

She says, “The snow is hot… it burns”

          & you feel it

     Information you took for granted

          Is turned on its head

     As you realize there’s no way to prove

     That the color we all call RED

          Looks the same to me or you…

          Each person’s perceptions

     Are a madness

Voices & visions of schizophrenics

     They are real & this,

This is a dream

 

     Dreams where we are confronted

With ghosts from our past

Ghosts from our present

     Infantrymen we survived

          When who knows what we’re fighting for…

How can we cope with

     The immeasurable deaths of men’s industrial war?

     Especially having been there & seen it

          Fear, guilt, regret in our dreams…

Suppose you see the whole platoon

     That you commanded to their deaths?

Each soldier stares in your eyes--

          It all helps you heal--

     Stare them back,

     Let them go,

     & send them out to die

          again

Dreams are real life

 

     Real life like

Van Gough

     Captures textures,

          Feelings, reality

     More splendidly than the realists

          Bending the art culture

     Nobody could see what he saw

They wouldn’t value him

     Dubbed him crazy & locked him up

Artists flirt with their madness--

     The great ones at least--

There are lessons in the visions that only you can see…

          Human Body’s Healing Dream

     Maybe Van Gough met aliens in real life

     & was more exposed to our universe’s wonder…

Those artists shift shape like their cousins,

          The crow,

     To bring out knowledge from the depths of consciousness

     Sending shivers down spines

This is a dream

 

     It must be a dream!

Where else could there be

     Such unimaginable things

          Like film predicting Fukushima

          21 years before the tsunami

You were right to cry over peach trees…

     There’s a war on nature,

          But she bashes back terrifying

Men’s nuclear science has killed millions in instants

     It’s unfathomable

          This must be a nightmare

     Smog & radiation fill our air

          Don’t breathe, don’t you dare

Some find solace in death

     An infinite dream

Dreams are real life

 

     Dreams seep into real life

The festivals of your culture,

A favorite artist, folklore creatures

     Make their appearances

          Still extensions of you

The demons--your repressed self--

     Cannibalism you won’t admit to

Greed’s the biggest killer

     Free trade agreements on the big scale

          On the small there are

          Farmers destroying food

     Just to drive prices up

In real life I rob banks

& stand up to creepy clowns

     So I know I’m good

But if death comes while

There’s still blood on your hands

     Real life will torture you

          Infinitely immeasurable

This is a dream

 

     We are all dreaming,

          Weary travelers

     Caught in the limits of humanness

          Even though we are immeasurable

In this dream, rejoice

     Take risks, break old cycles,

     Try something new,

Come back to old patterns--

     Rhythms that move with nature…

     All we need is good food,

     Clean air, clean water,

     Shelter & human connection

          All else is extra

So engage in the magic

     The dreams, the karma

          Place a flower on a grave, secure safe travels

     Place a lantern on the water,

          Human Body’s Healing Dream,

You Always Live Again,

     That’s what old wisdom says

The young & old share this sacred knowledge

     They’re connected strong--

          The young from the infinite through birth,

          The old to it through death

     & when they go

          Celebrate, parade through the streets

This dream is incredible

     & I am so grateful for all those

          Who share it with me

It’s a river that I’ll never step in twice

     So in dreams or in real life

     I move with the flow

          The Tao, the way

Dreams are reality,

     This is a dream