Wednesday, September 7, 2016

song circle

It was an evening of sharing visions. Solutions and inspirations poured forth from the lips of kindred, engaged, open minds, hearts, spirits and imaginations. and then, The dream, a continuation. People arrived, with names like Bark, Tarp, and Sun Song, things that protect, defend and nurture. they welcomed me into the song circle. The songs they played and sang were beautiful and inspiring. We all knew each other well, though we could not always remember why. Likewise the songs were familiar, but I did not know the words. Perhaps the chorus but not the verse. the words they spoke were kind and true. The instruments they played were beautiful and unique. But when I looked into my teacher's eyes, his expression changed, joy turned to compassion, sadness, fear, reflecting all my own feelings of self doubt and pain as he slowly dissolved before my eyes into eyes, swirling eyes. I wanted the dream to continue, as it had before, waking and going back to sleep, to be in the circle, to hear more songs, but now my teacher was leaving, I knew I was dreaming, but also that it was time to wake up. time to think and write. This dream was about letting go of doubts, fears, sadness, ego, excuses and justifications, even about letting go of teachers and guides, once the lessons are learned. It was a reminder that all the knowledge and answers I need are already within, and that all we need to do to manifest our dreams is to truly believe and create the reality of our visions. It was a dream about waking up. and as I woke to write my impressions, the song it left me with was "I am the eye, I am the I. I am the eye, I am the I". The other songs were beautiful too, and I wish I remembered more, but perhaps in time. Thank you Lulu Mosman for welcoming me to the song circles and being my new, supportive beautiful friend, and for having the courage to go to North Dakota and fight the pipeline. Thank you Sun Song (and Zebba was in the dream too, in a phone call) for being a long true friend and singing the songs of truth with me. Thank you Antonio Zamora for the power of your convictions and all you have taught me. Thank you Zelah Matheson for believing in your dreams and sharing them. Thank you Sam Smith for inviting the Bucky Fuller fans to gather to gether to envision a brighter future. I have a feeling this dream is just a beginning of a whole new song 

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