I get lost in a neighborhood,
trying to cut
through,
but the roads just go on and on,
a maze with no end.
The houses get more and more
decrepit; and then
I see a parked car, painted like a zebra.
But I am awake.
*
In a dream,
my dad buys me a car, painted like a zebra;
yet I can’t be sure;
which zebra car came first?
*
To tell myself that I am dreaming in the day
is to pull a release lever on my furrowed brow.
I give myself permission to be the listener,
the watcher,
the dull one at the party where the walls dance better than I.
I am the dreamer with no opinion.
*
Tired of debate, tired of ideas,
I prefer my meowing session with the tiger
camped outside my door,
the rain on my roof,
I mean my skull,
counting out the change;
this thunder never stops,
a hallway never ends.
Boiled down to just bare eyes and ears,
I have no thing to teach,
no theory on which to base my lessons.
*
Can we dream together while we are waking up
instead of all this talking to make sense?
Patterns exist in the night and in the day –
But I will not be mapping it out –
I know how it ends and so do you,
but who is directing the film?
David Lynch gets a guest spot, I’m sure.
S – Thank you for the book and the blurring of the lines; see me irreversibly lost in a dream.
Life as Improv 
may there be restful moments
during the dreaming 🙂
smilecalm – may all experience
deeply within the peace and joy
you radiate so beautifully 🙂
A quote from the book from one of your true companions :). Love ya sista!
There is nowhere left to go and no need to go anywhere once you are here, because everything is inside you now. And everything is so small. However huge any scientists choose to make the age of the cosmos, you are more ancient. However far into the distance of outer space they claim it reaches, you reach further.
And you are fresher than time: the indescribable treasure that was never lost and that no one exists to find. For in the whole universe of shifting shapes and forms you are completely alone.
But, once you have realized this, you might just happen to throw a glance over your shoulder for the briefest moment and catch a glimpse of those who are like you—your true companions.
Heart grateful for thee! You bring so much illumination into my awake dreaming life! xoxox! m
(very awesome video short, dream girl. see you in the mist.) x. ~m
Dreaming and David Lynch???? Seriously do poems get much better?
“Tired of debate, tired of ideas,
I prefer my meowing session with the tiger”
MmmmHmmmm
Love brow releasin in the daytrippin!!
(bows)
xx Amanda
Oh yes, you are well-versed
in the daytrippin’ arts; no need to wait
for the night to dream round these parts for a while now! 🙂
Sending out a grin to you on this trippy Tuesday! xo! m
There’s always the greatest release, and the greatest peace when I remember it’s all just a dream. 17 times a day would be good 🙂 Thank you for this beautiful reminder.
Alison
Here is to the joy found with the weirdness of peeking (and sometimes getting) outside of the box. 🙂 -x.M
Oh M, you do have such a knack for finding just the thing. I am mesmerized by this and you! (My eyes can hardly soak up the out-of-this-world/time quality of Swinton and filmmaker!) xo!m
I would just like to add that your wonderful poem prompted me to drop into the knowing that it’s a dream for the first time in a long time. It was much needed, and revelatory. Thank you so much Marga.
Alison,
My friend is taking an online dream course with a Tibetan Monk, and she said to me the words in the title of this post the other day on the beach where we were taking a walk. Since those few days ago, I found my release lever working so efficiently throughout the day – every scape has been so dream-like and like you say, it brings such peace and relief – and humor! The right little nuggets always seems to be coming along in the stream of love, don’t they? I love the blue footed Boobies – if that isn’t daytrippin visions, I don’t know what is! xo! to you and Don! marga
Oh yes the humour! I am in a dark hole of misery and then remember I’m dreaming it and burst out laughing! It makes me smile just writing about it. How silly it all is. And wonderful.
Aren’t those blue-footed boobies a hoot. Astonishing magical daytrippin visions yeah!
xoxox
Yes!
xxx
D
🙂 xo! m
Yes, please. I would like that, dreaming our way to wakefulness. The additional quote from S bowled me over just as I was emerging from the referee’s standing eight count. They’re taking me back to the locker room now for a CAT scan. Probably find out I’m missing who I was. Now who’s driving?
I’m going to have to switch sports from making sense to something else entirely. This poem has ruined for my old trappings. Tiger wrestling is looking good, or midnight sky-diving with a Sufi poet strapped to my back whispering the Ending into my ear in Arabic. Really… there’s so many options, aren’t there???
Michael
I think this is what I like best about the MVP Michael, his flexibility on the field. He had such a great arm with this season’s Sensicals – but his exits off the field with apparent injuries led to his poetry readings over the loudspeaker during the half-time show, as well as acrobatics off the back of the tiger, fire juggling, and the finale – the airplane jump with Hafiz into a tank of sharks. Just amazing! Who could dream up such a character? xo! marga
not injuries, missing identity issues 🙂
I did used to try and make sense. I apologize for that. I’m feeling very much caught in between now– there’s no easy way back, probably no way back at all, and the airplane full of Sufi poets and all the rest of us has just gone wheels up towards a fiery horizon. No bailing out now. It’s like grabbing hold of a moving train, or being pulled on water skis by a boat that’s just a little too fast for comfort. It looks fun, but you’re hanging on for dear life. Thankfully, there’s friends. A whole sky full of parachutes… No ground in sight…
Michael
Wow, so glad I dropped by to hear the meowing and rain drops, Marga. For someone who thinks dreams are reality, it’s good to be reminded that it works both ways.
The little piece of art found to put at the top of this post had that yen/yang perspective of night/day, dreaming I’m awake/awake and dreaming, life, death, ouroborus, riff going on. Thank you for reminding me, too, on the flip side! xo!
I really like this poem, Marga.
Thank you ~M! So strange the way life flows anymore; a few days go by and I wonder myself exactly who wrote it…