I Have Always Been a Traveler
—original poetry—(with audio recording)
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I Have Always Been a Traveler
Physically motionless,
worlds come to me
with a deft flick of thought.
Over verdure and ocean I soar,
Reveling in the vibrant hues
of habitations, temples, arenas;
the edifices of a million races
call my feather'd soul to communion.
Spiny towers cactaceous with majesty,
Squat buildings with painted cupolas.
Over the ridge of snowy mountains,
Black tents bristling with fire.
This cannot be flight.
For surely, flight becomes tiresome,
Yet this soujourn is effortless.
Ecstatic with the liberty of this realm,
I spiral downwards towards a modest chapel.
Mahogany bark-skinned acolytes gaze at me
With tolerance and sernity, yet say nothing.
I cannot seem to coexist with this alien architecture.
Walls like scrabbling fingers swell and recede;
Strange ladders about the periphery loom,
Yet I feel I must not trespass any further.
This cannot be teleportation.
For surely, in translocating there is awareness
Of before and after, some sense of continuity
Within memory. Yet this transition
Is underneath the resonant surface
Of conciousness o'erbrimming with glee.
These knolls are not colored;
They are not monochrome.
Suns of every tone splash primary hues
On a nexus of cloud.
Vines become dense hedges,
Hedges become walls.
Earth becomes cushioned,
Propagating the comfort so craved
By concrete beings: beds, curtains, sheets.
The firmament falls into a gossamer roof
Allowing the crystalline stars to shine through.
Moiling strands of fabric among the two
Star-beings seduced by proliferation.
Mimicing the spirits that intertwine
They honor polarity—
With the vast innocence of the divine.
This cannot be a dream.
For surely, dream is something lofty, unattainable.
Yet these lands of wonder and alien delight
Feel as familiar as my footsteps.
I have always been a traveller:
Though at times I rest my wings.
I have always been a minstrel,
Composing tales of wanderings.
Poetry & Audio
Created by
@d-pend on 6/3/18
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Photos by
CitizenFresh
.1 — "Eilean Donan Castle 6"
2 — "Pozzo di S. Patrizio"
3 & 4 — "Civita di Bagnoregio 7"
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Notes
I have had extensive experience with lucid dreaming in the past 5 years or so. Here's a website with a basic explanation of what it is. Anyone can learn to become more lucid in the dream-state. I have had some of the most profound and spiritually-enlightening experiences of my life in this state of consciousness. During and after the dreams, not only is there a strong conviction that these experiences are real, this feeling persists into waking life. In fact, many of the adventures are so vivid they surpass anything "waking life" has to offer. I sometimes refer to this quality as "hyperreal."
This piece is an abstract rendition of one such experience (from last night, so it is still fresh on my mind). In the course of time, I intend to write a book compiling accounts of the many powerful and extraordinary lessons I have learned while lucid dreaming. Sometimes, one dream-filled night can seem to cover many months of experiences exploring vast, ethereal lands.
There was even a period of time in my life, some three or four years ago, where my lucid dreams were so expansive and paradigm-shifting that I found my waking life bleak, depressing, and stagnant in comparison. This caused me to become wary of consciously intensifying them. So, these days I allow them to come and go, no longer forcing their occurrence. After all: deep, restful sleep is important as well. Lucid dreams are more invigorating than restful per se.
