- Dream Poetry -
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The Three White Dogs
entered up the stairs from the east -
we knew them, they were neighborly,
they checked us out in the dream
and left by the same gate. The
wind filtered thru the channels
above the still beige museum.
"What sustains the Tao?"
ended the voice before the awakening -
"The Mountain Way."
The man in a room of sycophants
where the barometer predicted
the future wore a pendant of
Jesus on his chest. Jesus in radiant gold
heart sun chakra rays, female
breasts, hanging phallus. Quite
an interesting pendant. Gnostic.
The snake wraps about the cosmic
egg. Fire, Seed of Ether: Trans-
mutation. Change in place or
mental location. Mayday. Day about
pole of desire, liberation, axel to wheel.
with the wind in our hair
blowing free, blowing happy, blowing
eternal youth and wisdom of the ages
falling on our brow, accepting our fate
making love to the universe through
our caress and the words fly off
the page, the creations flow from
our desire to be born anew,
to love, to discover, to work, to
travel the mystic way with the ocean
of dreams crashing amongst us.
And I hear this, and I see this when the
light at an angle opens the
Portal of Saint Charles.
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(c) John C. Morrison, 1998