In the summer months I have the opportunity to explore my dream realms much more fully than during the school year when I'm out of bed by 5:15 to face the day. My most vivid dreams occur between 4 and 7 AM.
Dreams inform me about what's going on "behind the scenes" in my mind. Contemplating my dreams is worthwhile work for me to do.
The natural world speaks up to me in dream realms. The spirits of the natural world really are trying to wake us up to show us the damage we human beings are doing to all of the life with which we share this precious planet. I hope we wake up soon, and realize that the "economy" is not the most important thing to save on our planet. Life is.
What the trees, the plants, the birds, the fish, turtles, whales, bugs, and fungi have to say is very important for us to hear. I'm trying to listen.
Turning off media helps.
Here's an Etheree:
thoughts, scenes, tales, plays,
from dream realms show up
under the moon, surfacing
like a pod of humpback whales
singing ancient survival songs
just beyond the reach of our wisdom
Whales sound. We wake, and turn on TV news.
Consisting of ten lines, the Etheree poem starts with a one syllable line, then adds one syllable per line, until the last line of ten syllables for an overall syllable count of 55. In other words the syllabic structure is as follows: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. It’s an uncomplicated, unpretentious form of poetry that has the quality of slowly opening, like a flower.