Dreamland Poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis

I dreamt of a dream, a dream that lasted a lifetime.
I dreamt of a dream, a dream I died for to be mine.
It began with pain and ended the same
... and all the while I forgot that I was sleeping.

I dreamt of blue-sky and water reflecting,
of children laughing and people bleeding.
I dreamt this dream and felt it in my veins,
bleeding into a heart so real
that I forgot that I was sleeping.

I sang tears and cried songs, I felt the centre of peace
and lost it again in the circumference of fear.
I was child, I was crone, I was wise, I was ignorant.
I was human while my God-self slept.
And then I woke within the dream
and pulled sleep from my eyes,
to see a world of beings of light cloaked in darkness.
Blinded the sightless seeking the horizon
through windows that blink.
I dreamt this dream and felt it seduce me
with its intensity and volume.
But I would not let it steal the Dreamer.

The Dreamer whispers,
'Wake and rise to the full stature of your being.
Toss off these garments that bind the soul
to its island of flesh.
Reach past the corridors of your mind to journey,
to touch the mind of God.
Trust not the deception of your eyes though they
serve you in your quest for definition.
Trust rather the one who looks through your eyes
though they be closed or blinded.
Forget Me Not For I am all that I am, and I am you!
I am the Dreamer whispering through the dreamed -
though you may silence me.
And though you may forget Me we are all that is
and all that will ever be.
Let not the dreamer make the dreamed seem less real
or less worthy for we serve each other
One standing before the mirror,
the other standing behind'

'So let us walk together in this dreamscape
and dream a dream of wonder.
Let us walk two worlds and yet be one.
One who lives on tides of air,
the other whose out-breath is creation
and whose in-breath is going home.
Let us see this dream to its end,
remembering that we have dreamed before
and will dream again.
Remembering that it is us who creates the dream
or the nightmare as we choose.
What dream do you choose?

Live lucidly as you were born to.
Grow miracles in your heart
and rainbow bridges from your mind.
Be the dreamer and the dreamed, the centre
and the circumference, body and soul.'

I dreamt of a dream that lasted an eternity.
It began with joy and ended in joy
and all the while I knew that I was being.